No change in weight over the weekend- Dammit!

Sorry, that really is not quite curse-worthy. Such a thing is not entirely out of line but it should still (and will still) be monitored. If there is no progress when I weigh in on Wednesday I'll take a serious look at modifying my behavior. Or...

I could start pointing fingers right now, blaming this or that for my stymies. I don't think I will. I mean hey, I could have soaked up a pound or so of rain on the walk over to the gym. Sure- it could happen. I'm pretty tall (6'5”) and it takes a lot of cotton to cover a robust guy like me- and everyone knows how absorbent cotton is.

Lame.

It's far more likely that I over-indulged this weekend. Friday was our family's traditional Pizza-and-a-Movie Night. I didn't eat pizza though. I had some left-over steak over broccoli. Probably a little too much and a little too late in the day. Oh, and I confess that I did scrape the toppings off a small slice of chicken garlic pizza and eat them (avoiding the crust makes it OK--er, DEFINITELY NOT OK!). And last night I had some of this killer pasta sauce (again over broccoli not pasta) that was full of vegetables and beef and CHEESE. I didn't have all that much, but it was pretty rich and again pretty late in the day.

Exercise-wise, I did run the bleachers on Saturday- though I only did three laps because the high school marching band was out there using the track. (I really should've/could've gotten there sooner).

The thing is, any lack of progress can probably be linked to my behavior over the past couple of days. Proof-positive that the magic of weight loss relies on that basic formula of calories in versus calories burned and always will. You might say that my lack of progress exhibits equilibrium- that my equation balanced instead of showing a caloric deficit, and that would sound so scientific and authoritative (bravo you genius!). But what you should do is kick me in the pants and yell at me to stick to what's been working all these months (four so far) and not look for excuses.

Now that would be proper.

Is that what I need? Someone kicking me in the pants? Probably. Instead I think I learn from the experience and fix things myself. That's what life is all about isn't it? Try, experience, learn, fix it, try again?

I didn't lose weight. My bad. I think I know why. Now I'm back and re-focused.

Onward I go, pants self-kicked.