Weekly Check In – 4/15/2020

Thirty nine weeks out from surgery, and here are the numbers I care about:

  • Weight: 252
  • Blood Sugar: 93

Three and a half pounds down. That feels nice. Walking didn’t happen enough last week due to the rain, but I kept my eating in check, despite a few birthday meals, and a truly massive steak for Easter (that I’m still eating, three days later). Unexpected, but definitely welcome. Two pounds to go. Also, blood sugar’s in a good place, which is nice.

Annette did something really intelligent a few weeks back. She bought a new scale that measures body fat, muscle mass, bone density, blah blah blah. Oh, and it also measures your weight, which is nice. But her reason for buying it was really pretty smart. She’s now at a point where she’s trying to maintain where she’s at. She’s lost half her weight and is now trying to keep within a certain range (I think it’s between 138-141, but my memory is shit). So she’s at a weight she’s happy with, but she still feels that she could be healthier, so now she’s paying closer attention to body fat, etc. (I don’t think she gives a shit about bone density, but I could be wrong).

I’m not there yet, but if I can get down another 15 pounds I’ll be at half the weight I was when I started. But whether I get there or not, I’ll eventually be at a place where the actual pounds won’t matter as much to my overall health. Once we’re allowed to go back out into the world, I’ll be back at the gym, and at that point, the focus is going to need to shift to reducing body fat and building muscle. This will cause my weight to fluctuate, but if I’m healthy, I don’t care. This isn’t something I’d even considered until Annette bought this scale.

I have no idea what my body fat percentage is by the way, I’m still focusing on the pounds.

I’m happy. I’ve also been on quarantine for a month, so I’m also struggling, but that’s going to be the case for the next…six weeks? Minimum. Maybe longer. One of the things I have to keep doing to keep myself from sinking too deeply into depression and despair is to remind myself how lucky I am that I get to keep earning a living from home. It still sucks, but I have it easier than so many people. Anyway, I’m happy today.

Here, have a graphic: