Monday's Weigh-In

"Now unto him that is able to do exceeding abundantly above all that we ask or think, according to the power that worketh in us, unto him be glory..."

Thursday afternoon at PHC, their scale showed that I had lost less than one pound. I was discouraged - they had just adjusted my diet to include a few more carbs than I had been eating, and now they were putting me on a "plateau buster" that included little more than chicken and eggs. We were invited over to a friend's house for supper Friday night, and she graciously cooked what I could eat (although I felt really bad about "phoning in my order" of chicken and eggs). As we met together for our weigh-in and compared notes, I found that most of our group of 12 is on some combination of chicken and eggs.

I was hoping against hope that I had dropped at least 6.6 pounds - that was the number that would put me at 70 pounds, halfway to the goal that I stated at the beginning of the competition. Since my 0.8 at PHC on Thursday, I have been working my head off at the gym and at home, even walking and running around the outside of a shopping center at 28 degrees Saturday morning.

I walked into the weigh-in room (I always go second, for some reason) and Rob, the manager of the other PHC location, said, "You look about eight pounds thinner this week." No clue what made him say that, but I got on the scale, and Barry said, "It is eight, but it's more than eight. It's 8.6 pounds". WOW...

With tonight's 8.6, I have lost 72 pounds in two months, and 21% of my starting weight. The six of us on the red team have lost 303 pounds. I told my trainer Johnnie that tonight's loss left me with only 68 pounds to go in order to reach my goal of 140 pounds. As usual, he raised the bar, and challenged me to forget about 68 pounds, and to go for another 100. That would put me at 170, a weight I have not seen since probably eighth grade. All of this is great news that I get to go to the TV studio tomorrow morning and share - it should air Wednesday morning, I would presume, during the 6:00 AM news broadcast on channel 26.

One last piece of news - if you've followed my blog, you've read about Nandy, my co-leader. Nandy bruised her Achilles' tendon and tore some muscle fibers Friday morning, and is wearing a boot to immobilize her ankle. Johnnie has worked up some exercise routines for her to do while she is recovering, and she still lost over 4 pounds this week. Our losses mean that we are both still in the lead - Nandy has led the women for 8 weeks, and I have led the men for 7 weeks.

I got in the car and headed home, thinking my day could not get any better. Then I had one of those "where's a cop when you need one?" moments. This little green car flew by me on Bobby Jones tonight, and no sooner had I thought, "where's a cop when you need one?", when I saw a set of blue lights fire up way ahead of me. As I approached the cop... yep, you guessed it - he got the guy that left me in the dust.

All in all, it was a perfect evening!

P.S. - I guess it's time to change the photos at the top of my blog - I don't look like that guy anymore!