I didn’t weigh myself last week, because last Tuesday was the day I left for Colorado, and in the commotion of packing and prepping, I simply forgot. Today is also Tuesday, so this morning, after an out-of-the-ordinary night (more on this later), I stepped on the scale and updated my chart. Here’s the outcome:
I stayed even! I’m wonderfully happy with these results, because these two weeks were trying. Firstly, I was sick for a lot of it, including a 3-day stretch where all I wanted to do was sleep (and, for the most part, that’s all I did) – meaning much less exercise than normal. Secondly, last week was Thanksgiving. I had a game plan, and did wonderfully on Thanksgiving day, but it’s always more difficult to stay on program when you’re out of town, no matter if you’re staying with supportive and understanding family.
Here’s another angle of my newly-updated chart:
And if you look the other way, you see this:
GASP! It’s the end of my NINTH page! In case you’re new to Keep It Up, David, my weight loss chart hangs on the wall of the walk-in closet in my bedroom. The chart, in it’s nine pages of glory, now measures 89″ long – that’s almost seven and a half feet! The end of the wall is just out of frame, and due to the design of the closet, there’s no room, in the chart’s current configuration, for a tenth page. The last time I faced this dilemma, I chose to wrap the chart around the corner (see how that worked here), but that’s not an option this time, because there’s a doorway on the next wall.
I have a solution. I thought it up a while back, but haven’t implemented it yet, as I haven’t needed to. Now I need to. This week, I will. When you come back for next week’s chart update, you’ll see a whole new chart configuration! I know the anticipation will be killing you – I hope you’ll be able to sleep ’til then!
Speaking of sleep, yesterday I threw my sleep cycle completely out of whack. It began two nights ago in Colorado, where, instead of sharing a big bed with my 5-year-old nephew, I fell asleep on the couch watching Food Network. I somehow managed to turn off the TV, and I slept there the entire night. The next morning I was off to the airport, and by 2pm or so, I was back home in Los Angeles, where I spent the afternoon doing laundry, sorting through a week’s worth of mail, paying bills, and other around-the-house chores. Then, around 7pm, I got really tired, so I thought I’d take a little nap.
Can anyone guess what happened next?
If you guessed that I slept until 2am, then DING DING DING! You win! I woke up hungry (dinner had been planned for after the power nap), so I ate an apple and some oatmeal and watched some TV. Then I decided, as it was past 3am and I wasn’t tired at all, that I would do some cooking. I had, in my fridge, some random veggies that I wanted to use up (including the excess cabbage that I had bought for my Cabbage-Apple Slaw). So I pulled out the crockpot and decided to make soup. I didn’t follow or even consult any recipes – I winged it. The cabbage went in, as did some parsnips, garlic, onion, and a few other things that I don’t even remember. I added low sodium veggie stock and probably half a dozen items from the spice rack, set the crock to high, and returned to bed, where I dozed in and out for a few more hours.
I checked the crockpot mid-morning, and the lid broke in my hand. The handle broke off. Here it is after cleaning everything:
I have a strong epoxy that may work to fix it. Well, I know for sure it’ll fix it, I just need to look into whether or not it should be used around food-related items. The break is on the outside of the lid, so there’s no real way the epoxy would ever come in direct contact with food, but better safe than sorry.
The soup, meanwhile, wasn’t very good. That’s why I’m not sharing pictures or the recipe. Crockpots tend to leech flavor out of things, and when your main ingredients don’t have any flavor to begin with (like cabbage and parnsip)… well, it’s hard to recover from that.
But it made for a healthy, if not spectacular lunch, and I didn’t make tons of it, so there’s no leftovers. After finishing lunch, I hit the gym for about an hour. I spent 10 minutes on a stationary bike, flipping through an old issue of In Touch that had three or four pictures of Olivia Palermo, and I felt old and out-of-touch because I have no idea who that is (and still don’t), and I’m usually pretty savvy about pop culture bullshit. Most of the rest of the time was focused on strength training and toning.
Keep it up, David!