Feels good, man. I hit my goal of losing 5 lbs this week (and then some). I started the week at 183.8 lbs, and my weigh-in on Thursday after my run was 178.1 lbs. If I’m lucky, I’ll get another 1 or 2 lbs lower by Monday morning, although weekends are usually rather hard on me in terms of weight loss. During the week, I eat very well/carefully. During the weekend, we tend to eat out, or when we eat fresh prepared food, I tend to eat larger portions.
Making progress is motivating. At one point Thursday morning, the scale told me I was up 2 lbs from the day before. That almost demotivated me, and in fact, it did irritate me a bit, but I told myself to trust in the process and just keep doing the right things. Later that same day, and after my run, I weighed over 3.5 lbs less. Sure, some of that was water weight, but another big portion of that was (and this might be TMI) a big bowel movement.
Progress is slow when it’s done right, but it’s solid. Sometimes, the scale will read up a bit, but progress is happening as the body reconfigures. Even though the scale was reading up a bit, I could feel trousers and shirts getting a bit looser. I know that over the next few months, I will be watching the numbers yo-yo a bit on the scale, and that’s okay, because all the while, I’ll be making progress.




This past week was one filled with lots of bad nutritional decisions, but it was calculated. It was my wife’s birthday week coupled with a staycation and the Labor Day weekend. That meant it was a perfect storm for lots of non-Paleo foods, lots of alcohol, and throwing caution (and good eating habits, apparently) to the wind. The result? This morning, I weigh 183.8 lbs, and my 32″ waist pants feel a bit tight. Contrast that with my normal/comfortable 165 lbs where 30′ waist trousers feel just right.