July 6 weigh-in: 199.8 lbs

Down 2 pounds. Well, it's progress, right?

As for inches, I gained in the chest (booo, no need for that) but lost in the hips (as usual), and, oddly, many extremities. My wrists are the smallest they've ever been, as are my biceps and forearms. These are the kinds of metrics that I take specifically for days like this - when everything seems totally off, I can wrap my thumb and middle finger around my wrist and realize that they overlap more than they have in years. Small comforts.


I can see my pattern of self-sabotage.
I have a weakness for weekends.
I work my ass off during the week - last week I was at the gym every day, and twice on Friday because I had the day off - and I track all my calories religiously.
Then the weekend hits and I eat like I don't care.
For the past two weeks, I have watched myself eat 5 lbs over a weekend, then work it back off during the week. I know that to watch that happen means that it's a lot of liquid weight (some call it water weight, but in truth it's beer weight ;) ).
I watch it happen and it's like I can't stop myself.
Three weeks ago it was an engagement party.
Two weeks ago it was visiting friends.
Last week it was Fourth of July.
Either way, I find an excuse and I gorge.


But I guess the first step towards fixing the problem is to understand the problem. So consider this my first glimmer of understanding.