Another week; another 3.7 pounds.

Another week; another 3.7 pounds. Yes: 3.7. I don't believe it myself. Because, it's gotten colder, and I haven't pounded the pavement as diligently as I should have. And Dawn's morning soiree with Leslie Sansone KILLS my feet and knees.

But, we DID hit the DAV 5K in Cincinnati this past weekend. Hit it hard (for an old guy with crap-ola knees and feet.)

Look at those stats: 3.5 miles in 53:16. According to the Garmin GPS and internal timer, that averages out to 15:26/mile. For a guy who has lost count of the knee surgeries, platelet therapy, hyaluronic acid injections, the joint replacement
y mas, y mas, y mas...I think that's pretty good. Burning up the world? No. Heating up MY corner of it? Yeah. As I've said before, any time off my (_)_) is better than the time I'd spent ON it.

Well: recently I had an interesting interchange with my first cousin (once removed.) Google says I can call him my nephew, even though... Anyway, Dr Inesta and I agree on the protein/fiber intake considerations, the value of what I put in my body...because EVERYTHING has 'value.' Do I want top fuel, or watered-down gas? If I'm going to last a while, without the intervention of a coronary surgeon, I'd better go for the hi-test.

And this weekend, I (obsessively) hopped on the scale. And lost weight Saturday. Lost weight Sunday. Lost weight this morning. Meanwhile, I was putting my pills together for the week, and doing my weekly Methotrexate injection, listening to John Pinette, God rest his soul. John Pinnette, who made fun of overeating, being "a big boy," of "liking to EAT!" First time I'd heard his monologue,  I almost wet myself.

Then, today, I'm watching him joke about "YOU EAT LIKE FREE WILLY" and I was sad. I used to have the reputation of "Human garbage can." Or "The family waste disposal." The answer to "What's your favorite meal?" was "SECONDS, dammit!" Often, I've heard, "You'd eat crap if there was sauce and cheese on it!" Only to say something stupid like, "Well, if you got good BREAD to go with it..."

Suicide. Spoonful by spoonful. Forkful by savory forkful. A bite here, a taste, there.  Those aren't coffin nails sealing my fate: they're CALORIES. Tappity-tap-tap. Tap. Tap! (No Toon can resist the old "Shave and a haircut" routine...)

I was amazed this morning when I broke 225#. 225.8#, to put a finer point on it. With the proper math applied, that's an adjusted (official, CBOC weight) of 230.2#. Without Allison Sweeny in her plunge-cut dress crowing about it. Without Richard Simmons dealing me a meal. Without Dr Phil analyzing it, or Gillian McKeith waving a bedpan under my nose, scolding me about 'shapes.' (Yes, she does that. Ew.) No Weight Watchers. No "plans." You know what's working? Careful application of certain life rules. Stewardship being one. Don't spend more than you've earned; don't waste your expenditure on trinkets.

I'm "blessed with" 2000 calories per day. If I bust my hump and beat my 7,000 step goal, or do cardio, or something completely insane like move my butt more than somewhat, I may earn a couple hundred more. So, eat maybe a seitan and peppers and onions burrito for breakfast: 580 calories. A cup of Moondrop grapes as a snack: 120 calories. Maybe a tofu sandwich on an couple pieces of whole wheat bread for lunch; some protein shake: 440 calories. That leaves me at just under 1,000 calories for snacks and dinner. Boo-YAH!

This is me, on Sunday, when I found out that my "go-to-meetin'" clothes had gotten way too big. How about that? I've not been able to button this jacket in years. YEARS. I've begun. Now, to continue. And then? Keep going.

That's it for last week (Yeah, I slacked off.) Be well; practice peace, and I'll see you at the next one.