current+summary-11mar2026 wed
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Summary for HTB site:
11mar2026 207.4
04mar2026 208.4
18feb2026 204.8
... forgot 1 or 2 ...
14jan2026 203.8 LOW SCORE - DOWN 0.4# from yesterday, forgot it was Tuesday
13jan2026 204.2 DOWN 2.8# two weeks ago - forgot or skipped a week bc I knew it'd be ugly
206.4 DOWN 0.6# small progress back on track - think I skipped a week before this too
?________ 207.0
10dec2025 204.6
05nov2025 205.4
29oct2025 206.6
22oct2025 208.2
15oct2025 208.6
09oct2025 209.4
01oct2025 208.8
24sep2025 213.6
17sep2025 213.0
29aug2025 227.something
Apparently I started the WWI 5 months earlier, without a plan at the time:
wwi log # 225 oink oink! (16apr2025, only 1 occurrence)
WWI / Weekly Weigh-In 11mar2026 wed (Current)
- starting point: 227.something on Friday, Aug 29 (day after gut photo on couch with dog)
- 207.4 - DOWN 1.0#, today first post since December
- 208.4 - UP 1.0# last week (04mar2026) I think
- 204.8 - UP 5# 2 or 3 weeks ago
- ...
- 203.8 14jan2026 DOWN 0.4# LOW SCORE
- Transgressions: Where to start? The handful format has kept me honest. Had a few crackers & cheese and blueberries for dinner last night. Made my best loaf of wheat bread ever in the breadmaker (they usually don't rise much and turn out like bricks) and have gone a little over since the weekend. And I've missed WWIs - working from home and wanting to kick around in my running duds all day, it's a pain in January to strip down to a towel and go up two floors to weigh in, then back. Might as well take a shower, then wear normal clothes... no excuse, really, just a pain. Oh - and the 'this week ain't gonna be pretty, so let's just wrap around and look better next week.' transgression which is stupid and weak. Face the facts, boy! The WWI is essential to staying on target. And I've exceeded the handful. It's neat when I do, watching myself want to roll in a bit more dessert than my usual chocolate square. 'Let's just write the whole thing off while we're transgressing, right?' That's another one. I picked up a part time job that sometimes interferes directly with Saturday feast night. Caught myself having dinner with my old Friday night high school mob, transgressing there, then relieved when I realized I was working Saturday, so Friday could be feast night. Then Saturday came, and I'd be good but not always. I don't keep ice cream in the house for obvious reasons, but will go out for it once or twice a month. Yep, did that. After work on Saturday night when Friday was a feast night. Twice. Transgressions.
- What Went Right: - Well, knowing that the handful measure would knock out hunger, and the mini-dessert would stop me from wanting anything else, that kept pulling me through this. But there are deep evolutionary and experiential forces at play, and I've often finished a really enjoyable but small meal and just wanted more, or felt a deep sense of dread when dessert rolled around. Really? Just a square of chocolate? 'That's right, boy. Breakfast is at seven. Have a Tootsie Pop. Now go get busy.' A voice and refrain that I know well. The good news is that the disappointment is short-lived. Once I distract myself and the couple of grams of sugar work their wonders, entering my bloodstream, I'm back to my old self. - Put on a 3.6 pounds since January 14, not paying attention and shifting to a new schedule. Also got distracted away from the satisfaction that comes from maintaining a healthy weight. Low scores are great, even if unsustainable for very long. I'll cross that bridge when I come to it. Even so, catching myself in a bigger mirror (I shower/shave/dress in an unfinished basement with a small camping mirror since my days of early commutes) made me happy about the look of things with summer coming. I also wonder about my mild concern over progressing towards my target weight of 195 pounds, which falls within the upper limit of a (CDC ...) healthy weight for my age and height. Can't directly claim that as a mental block, but my fingers and arms are noticeably skinny, and another twelve pounds seems excessive. Still, it'd help even more with running and I'm committed to a continued, if slower path to 195. I was once a skinny punk dying to gain weight.