07/10/2011
Official Weigh-In
293 lbs
32% Body Fat
Fuck the BMI
Last week I was down to 288 on Friday afternoon. I knew that based on the weekends activities I would have a 3-5 lbs swing in the wrong direction. I think I am probably closer to 290 lbs because when I weighed myself I was dehydrated, and every time I have weighed myself in that state I am 3 lbs heavier than I really am, probably because of water retention.
Even if I did gain 3 lbs from last week’s weigh in, I’m okay with it. If that’s the price I had to pay to have a really great weekend at a friend’s wedding I think I can deal with the fall out. Events like that don’t happen often, and I don’t often get the chance to enjoy them because of work.
This week is going to be a recovery week. I am taking another family trip to the dens of sin in Atlantic City. We are staying at our favorite place the Borgata. I plan on working out all three days that we are there but will most likely do some light cardio, some body weight exercises, and lots of stretching.
The workouts I get will be more about keeping the body fresh, rather than exhaustive pursuit of my goals.
I don’t have the official weights yet from my ongoing weight loss competition with Sherri, Kent, and Dwayne. Someone else must be the winner for one week, as I am going in the wrong direction. It’s okay have your one victory whoever you are because I will be gunning for you next week.
There is no calendar this week as the workouts I do get in will be based on how I feel. I just plan on getting three days of work in this week, and will take another 3 days off starting Friday, picking back up next Monday going at 100 mph again.
Weekend Recap It was a good Weekend
7:00 AM Workout with Ian
I don’t have any videos of my workouts and don’t have any revelations about being fat, or trying to lose weight. I woke up this morning and knew I wasn’t going to have an awe inspiring day of workouts.
My body was exhausted, as was my mind. To be perfectly honest I wanted to cancel my morning session with Ian. I woke up around 5:45 AM and just lay in bed until 6:45, I stared at the ceiling without a thought in my head, I kept looking at the clock, getting frustrated as the 7 AM appointment time crept closer and closer.
When we started the session Ian changed his original plan as he could see that I was just not together, we ended up doing a workout that involved moving smaller muscles that rarely get worked but provide significant amounts of support when moving the bigger areas like the chest and legs.
It was a low physical intensity day, but it was high on the mental intensity. At several points I had involuntary muscle twitches, which Ian told me is normal for the type of work being done.
When we finished I knew next week would be a week of rest.
6:00 PM Workout with Ali
By the late afternoon I felt I really needed a good sweat. Ali started the session with some circuit training, but after the second exercise I looked at him and said I can’t do this today. I just didn’t want to do anything overly repetitive and anything that is done for time usually involves a high number of reps.
I told him that if we workout out like this I will just drag ass, and waste an hour. He agreed that I was acting like a little bitch, so he had me put on the boxing gloves. We had a quick 10 minutes of boxing to get my heart rate up.
The rest of the workout involved a traditional weight lifting workout of 3 sets of work, he had me start each exercise with 12 reps moving down to 6 reps on the third, but the weight was increasing proportional to the number of reps in each set. He did have me superset each exercise, so when I was doing the dumbbell chest press, in between each set I was doing squat presses with a 45lbs bar.
My one feel good moment was doing 12 reps at 60 lbs, 10 reps at 70 lbs, and 4 reps at 85 lbs of dumbbell chest presses. I told Ali that I guess his methods do work, because I was getting stronger. He said that even when I act like a bitch I work harder than most other people.
Not a great day of workouts but it was finished day, even an ugly win is still a win.
Friday Night and Saturday
A friend of mine from high school was getting married this weekend, and they did something unique. The facility they got married in is part of a regional park, which has 10 cottages that overlook the Potomac River. They decided to rent out all 10 cabins, and have their good friends stay the weekend. It turned out to be a fantastic idea.
The cottages were nicer than expected, they kitchens, showers, and air conditioning. It allowed me to bring my food so I could cook and maintain my current meal plan.
Where I didn’t stay on the meal plan was through my alcohol consumption. I drank last weekend telling myself that I wouldn’t drink this weekend. I ended up drinking a lot, the simple timeline of my weekend Friday night drunk, Saturday morning hangover, Satruday Nigh drunk, Sunday morning hangover.
Friday night was fun, we hung out at various cabins drinking, and catching up. This first night I only drank liquor, and didn’t overdue it mixing it with soda or juices. I did get drunk but wasn’t bloated. I also did drink quite a bit of water before going to bed instead of stuffing my face with chips and salsa.
The next day the five of us who were staying in the same cabin made a trip to Costco and Target for more food, beer, and things that we had forgotten. When we got back I cooked the pork loins that I marinated a couple nights before this trip, and some chicken thighs a friend brought which I marinated that morning. We still ate a good helping of greens arugula, and a mix of summertime salad. It was nice that my cabin mates Gustavo and Alla made a conscious effort and bought only organic foods, and cage free chicken for my benefit.
That evening the wedding ceremony was held outside. I was concerned about sweating too much, so I did what most normal people do when it’s hot outside…get drunk. I had two nice size servings of Grey Goose Orange and Club Soda.
My friends Mike and Juliana were extremely happy, and the bride to be looked beautiful, the way I’m sure most women imagine themselves on the day of their wedding. The ceremony was nontraditional yet not new age, it was relatively quick, and of course my two friends being the perfect fit for one another took the kiss seriously, the type of kiss where two people clearly forget about the other people in the room. As they walked down the aisle as a newly married couple Mike being Mike took his bride and swung her around into another deep leaning kiss, just think VJ Day in Times Square.
In the lobby of the reception hall they held a gathering of all the guests for drinks, and h’orderves. They only served beer and wine for the reception so my low-carb approach to alcoholism wasn’t going to last for long. I drank Bud Lights. I drank a lot of them. A combination of my desire to dance, and social anxieties caused me to drink more than I planned, but then again isn’t that what part of a wedding reception is for?
Once in the reception hall, we were treated to several speeches, and the first dance of Mike and Juliana was enjoyable to watch, as they have been taking dance lessons for almost two years. Way to show everyone up on your wedding day, jeeze you would think weddings are about the bride and groom.
It took a while for people to start dancing, but when they did most people stayed dancing the entire night. The final few songs that were played not by the band but on an ipod, were Michael Jackson songs, somehow you play Michael Jackson and a dance circle will break out, try it, next time you drive down the street play some “Beat It” and don’t be surprised if a group of people in business attire break into a dance circle with two people in the middle getting ivoled in a knife fight. I wish we would have taken some pictures because the MJ dance circle was the icing on what had been a great day.
The rest of the night back in the cottages went the same way Friday night did, with the continued pursuit of intoxication, and revelry.
I don’t think I’ve had that much fun in many years, and I found myself realizing that life should be fun, even if it’s only some of the time.