July 29, 2011
This week’s weigh-in: 181 lbs.
Loss to date: 55 lbs
To goal: 11 lbs
A great couple of weeks. Thank you for all the support. While I was limited in my ability to reply or even read comments while I was away, you were never far from my thoughts.
Last week was a week off from writing, but not from the journey. I’ve been going flat out for a while, so it was nice to dial down the pace a bit and get back to Cape Breton to get some real salt water in my system. Having a salt water swimming pool at my building is great, but there’s something about the Bras D’Or Lakes and the Atlantic Ocean that cannot be replicated in a pool. It’s probably the gential-shrinking cold.
Had a great time. It was the first time I saw my parents since commencement in DC, a little over six weeks and fifteen pounds ago. Mom fought back tears. Again. My Facebook-less relatives were shocked at my weightloss. Spent a good amount of time helping Dad get his boat operational. The rest was at Big Pond Beach. Much to the consternation of my family, I wore my speedos to the beach, the ones I refered to in an earlier entry as “aspirational”. Parts of my legs got sunshine that have heretofor never seen sunshine before. Needless to say, SPF 60 did not prevent a sunburn.
Sometimes you can learn from recreation. I actually learned a lot about the challenges ahead during this trip. In particular, I learned how hard it is to eat healthy when you travel. I love driving. If I had the time, I would have driven from Ottawa all the way to Ben Eoin with an overnight in Fredericton. Instead I flew to Fredericton on Sunday after I finished the last of my groomsman duties for the Reed-Richardson (or is it Richardson-Reed? I’ll let them fight it out) wedding.
BTW, how hot did I look in that tux? For those that weren’t there, I’ll add a photo once I can find one of me solo (the public nature of this new blog means I should be a little more judicious of the photos I post). I mean that in the sense of temperature, not attractiveness. It was the beginning of a heat wave and the rented tuxes were winter weight wool suits. Since I’m the one who talked the grooom into going rental instead of just wearing black suits, I have only myself to blame.
August 6th update – Judge for yourself. Here’s the video from the wedding (and yes, that’s yours truly drinking from a flask in the thumbnail. In my defence, the minister offered it me. Can’t refuse a man of the cloth, even if he’s an Anglican):
Back to our story. As someone who prides himself of being a rubber-tire tourist, I like to spend as little time on the road as possible. That means speeding and take out food on the road. Problem: the healthy options at the fast food joints aren’t exactly driver-friendly. Salad is not something that can be eaten with a hand. The same is true for a bunless hamburger. Even if I chose chicken nuggets as a lesser evil (which I did on my return trip), the salad still meant pulling into the restaurant and sitting down to eat. I really and truly hated this. The food is awful, too. If you think a fast food hamburger is disgusting normally, try it without the bun. Most of the condiments stick to the bun and the patty left behind is rather bland. It’s just not a substanial meal. I think the DQ fiesta burger at the rest stop in New Glasgow cured me of ever getting a burger from that chain again.
For the actual vacation, I was well prepared. I made a sidetrip to the Moncton Costco on the way to CB to pick up a jug of whey, a blender, and other foodstuffs it was easier for me to find there and bring than to send my parents hunting and pecking through the supermarkets of Sydney. I had little problem sticking to the nutrition plan. I did drink a lot of beer. It was light beer, but when you drink a lot of light you might as well drink a few at regular strength, instead, and have a better tasting drink. The result, combined with some wedding weekend cheats that I probably didn’t swim off, was a weigh-in on Tuesday two pounds heavier than when I left. Those were gone in 24 hours and I’m finishing the week with the results above, a new low.
Starting to get rid of my fat clothes. I decided to leave some of the clothes I brought with me behind to let my Dad and brother-in-law fight over them. Since I’ll probably never wear them again, it seemed kind of silly to bring them back when I could leave them behind and make room for other stuff in my one piece of checked luggage. I’ll probably do the same when I go back for my cousin Fred’s wedding at the end of next month.
One of my tasks this weekend is to get the donation read for Moore’s clothing drive. This is the second year the chain is doing it. They give, in turn, the suits go to local organizations that will help men be properly attired for job interviews. For your genorsity, they give you a 50% off coupon for your next purchase. If you have some business-y stuff you don’t wear anymore, you might want to consider donating. More info, including what they are looking for here.
(BTW – if any women in Ottawa reading this are looking to shed some of their office attire, my friend Marlene Floyd is the Chair of an organization Dress for Success Ottawa National Capital Region that helps women prepare for job interviews and the like. You can find them here.)
As you can see, that’s pretty much 3/4 of my wardrobe. On top of that I have a lot of stuff that they won’t take that will end up in another charity’s bin elsewhere. There has been the occassional suggestion that I sell them on Kijjijji or Craigslist to make a few bucks for my trouble. I’ve been so blessed by the benefits of this weightloss, I feel the need to pay it forward. Sounds sappy, I know, like the movie with the kid from the Sixth Sense and the killer from Se7en. A more positive spin than my naturual inclination to portray it as punishment for my frivolity. Not only was I total glutton, but a spendthrift one at that. Who needs over a dozen suits? Apparently, I did. I was like the HYDRA of suits. I would wear one out and buy two more to take their place (in partial defence, I always bought them during a 2 for 1 sale). I had every excuse: well some are for winter, some are for summer, some are separates for casual days … yadda, yadda, yadda, blah, blah, blah.
It’s time to get the stuff out of my apartment. As I’m slimming down, I’ve been thinking about economizing in general. Definitely going to keep the suit count down to a more realistic number. Need to start saving the dough for when student loans come calling for that PhD money in December. Yep, at 34, I’ll start repaying my first ever student loan. As Dad said to me once, “Hope you having fun while you’re studying, because you’ll be paying for it longer than you were studying.”
No worries. Like the Cylons, I have a plan. The plan is: lottery tickets. And lots of them.