11w2d to pics--164#
Yes, you may have noticed the change in the amount of time to pictures. I woke up and smelled the coffee today--realized there was no way for me to lose 20 pounds between now and July 16. and that's assuming that 20# is going to be enough. Yesterday I had hoped that the 161.5 that I saw on the scale was some small indication that I was going to leap off this damn plateau and possibly at least get near my goal by then. Now I know that was a pipe dream. It would require close to 3 pounds per week between now and then, and I'm fucking lucky to hit half a pound a week. And as if worrying about getting there weren't enough, I've begun to seriously wonder if it's this hard to get to my goal, how in the hell I am going to keep the weight off when I get there. Fuckety, fuckety, fuck, fuck.
Yes, I have a potty mouth. I've given up carbs (which means bread), fat, fruit, sugar, artificial sweeteners, alcohol, etc. etc. I'm keepin' my fuckin' cuss words.
Fuckety, fuckety, fuck, fuck.
WORKOUT: Warm-up=(10 bodyweight squats, 10 pushups, 10 12kg swings) x 3
1 min of 45# swing
2 min of jog } x 2
1 min of burpees
2 min jog
Jog 15 min--Got about 20 yards further than last Saturday.