i dream of sushi

In 7 minutes, I will have completed 50 days of trying to get fit again. In this time, I have lost exactly 22.3 lbs. I could have lost a lot more, but a man’s got to live, right?

It’s a pretty good milestone to hit – 50 days. Enough to tell myself I did something. I’ve dieted before, but not with this consistency. At least not in a long time. It feels pretty damn good, if I do say so myself. I feel so much lighter. My knees don’t hurt as much. My cardio conditioning is miles away from where I started. I can actually play basketball again for more than 3 possessions.

Now some stats for everybody, because I know you must all be so curious. I had 13 cheat days. I worked out 28 times. I walked 926,000 steps. That one is big. Getting myself a walkpad was the best decision I’ve made for my health in a long time.

To be honest though, it’s a battle everyday. I always want sushi. I always want steak. I always want a Zinger from KFC. Then there are days when the scale just won’t move. Even when I know the numbers add up to me losing weight – the scale refuses to accept the math. It’s those days that get me running to the cupboard for some chips, or to the fridge to fix myself a midnight snack (cue 13 cheat days). And those days are coming with more and more regularity. Is this the plateau? Is this just my body waiting out the whoosh effect?

I’m currently in one of those funks right now. The solution? 2 hours of basketball. I’m nowhere near as good as I used to be, but at least I’m running. Maybe the scale will get the message.