Week 9 of weight loss, still going strong

Well, kind of strong. I didn’t work out today — made excuses for myself, such as the slight soreness from golf yesterday.

My mother-in-law had a 15-year-old treadmill that she gave to us yesterday. I was excited to be able to have a treadmill at home. It would make me feel less awkward to try jogging if I’m by myself. Unfortunately, the treadmill doesn’t like how much I weigh. It stops and jolts intermittently because the motor isn’t strong enough. My wife can use it, though. I’ll have to stick to the gym for the next 100 pounds or so.

My diet is going well. I have cheat meals on the weekends and eat well during the week. I still hover around 1700-1800 calories a week, sometimes lower. When I cheat on Saturdays, I might consume about 3,000 calories. This is actually less calories than I burn in a day because of how big I am, so it’s not even hindering my weight loss that much.  I worry, though, that when/if my weight drops significantly (say another 80 pounds) those cheat meals will mean a whole lot more in terms of potential weight gain.

My diet is very carb-friendly, so I have to make sure I’m cutting calories. This week I planned for a lot of diet frozen dinners, frozen vegetables, yogurt, and Kashi GoLean crunch.

The next two weeks are going to be a game of “let’s hope I don’t gain weight.” For starters, I’m juggling two stressful projects at work until Wednesday of next week. With such a short turnaround, I foresee a lot of late evenings and the lack of motivation to go to the gym.

Add that on top of the following things:

1. Friday is my wife’s birthday – reservations at a fondue restaurant.

2. It’s her 21st birthday – my parents are accompanying us to a casino Saturday and treating us to the fabulous $30 buffet.

3. Her parents, of course, want in on the birthday festivities, too. They are taking us out to eat on Sunday.

4. Thanksgiving day is next week, and it’s being held at our house for lunch, then we have to go to our parents’ house for dinner.

5. We will have leftovers forced upon us.

I still have not succeeded in rejecting food, so I don’t know how I’m gonna get through this.