And then… three pounds gone.

I have no idea how it happened, but this is something I used to experience back when I  first embarked upon my journey to better health, and it’s something I never quite got used to: plateaus and jumps. This morning, I realized a jump of three pounds lost.


What did I do different than the past few weeks? Well, I ate food my wife made, I ate proper portions, and I didn’t drink any alcohol. I didn’t run after work as I had intended due to impending bad weather (which, incidentally, never came but threatened menacingly for hours after I got home), and I’ll be unable to run tonight due to a dinner engagement with my wife, but I plan on getting back to running for the first time in nearly two weeks. I hurt a nerve in my lower back stretching while I was on annual training, and it’s taken a week for it to stop hurting. I should be okay to get back to running. I can’t believe how much I miss it. Not the work or the running itself, but how I feel afterward.

So… don’t despair. Keep doing the work, keep eating right, and stick to the plan, and eventually, your body will get the hint and drop the pounds. At least, that’s how my body works.

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