Dees Juan Tine

I've been going at this, slowly, for the last 11.5 weeks. I'm on week 12 of Weight Watchers and after having lost 32 pounds, I gained one back on Monday's weigh in. I'm just taking it slow, taking it easy. This one lady I admire once said, "inch by inch, life's a synch!" I'm trying to take it down to that level.

The eating. I eat the same foods every day. I have an egg, two egg whites, two english muffins, 2 TBS of ketchup, and coffee (with 4 TBS of 1/2 and 1/2 and 1 TBS of sugar). For dinner, it's usually a salad with my favorite 2 tablespoon dressing and asian dumplings (1 point each), fried in olive oil. Being that I'm a big mang, I get 42 points per day. I went down by two points since starting this thing. In between the two meals, I try to mix in variety.

I'm trying to maintain my stress. Lucky for me at work, we have a therapy room with a couch. I took a power nap in there and it helped me out immensely. I'm worried about grad school and how I'm going to pay for it. I am waiting for my financial aid package to come, which should take (hopefully) three more weeks. I'm also waiting for my tax return from Uncle Sam and Uncle Arnie... trying to figure how to allocate that between savings for this move with my girlfriend and the NEVERENDING FUCKING CREDIT CARD DEBT THAT WILL EVENTUALLY TAKE LIFE AND MURDER THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF MY LIFE, DREAMS, SAVINGS, and CREDIT SCORE.

The future is uncertain, but it's where I'm putting my better days. Inch by inch, I'll get there.

Also, if anyone is interested in six inches, please inquire with management of this blog :P

Weighing In, at a 317.6

So I weighed in at a triumphant 317 point something. I think it was a six, but it could have been a five. I didn't lose a significant amount, but I didn't gain anything, either.

I'm wired and tired. Just killed a grande sbux caramel macchiato made with soy milk. I forgot how many points that is, but I'm thinking it's like 6. So tired. Still gotta iron and put together two more sexy looking portfolios for a 2nd job interview I have tomorrow.

So I called to confirm this job interview for tomorrow and I was told that it wasn't confirmed until one of the clinic supervisors says yes tomorrow morning. So I guess my shirt, tie, and three portfolios I'm putting together are going to have to wait. Hopefully I'll nail it and be able to stash away enough cash to take my girl out somewhere nice and then go to Nashville to visit Kevin Sharkey and (what used to be my) the Tennessee Titans.

Goals for this week is to track my shit and to at least hit the gym once. I already have all kinds of excuses to last me through thursday. Here they are in order by day:

Monday: Prepping for job interview

Tuesday: Watching a black dude kick the crap out of an old man on television (LOL!), homework

Wednesday: Homework

Thursday: Hanging with my girlfriend

Friday: To be announced

I hope I get this damn job. I really do. There are a lot of people I want to impress or rub shoulders with over at the other job site (same company, different department) and it might be the motivating factor for going to the gym.