324.0 lbs.

My break from my blog has come to a close, so now I'm on summer break. I'm even dressed to work out today, and maybe I will.

324.0 isn't bad for having been on the road for about a week and a half, eating cafeteria food and fast food for most of the time. During the first week, I ate 19 cafeteria meals! I think the only thing that helped me was the fact that I knew this day was coming. I knew I'd have to weigh in. I knew I'd have to make a public statement about it.

In the meantime, I've been reading Timothy Ferriss's book The 4-Hour Body. He is, perhaps, a nut job, but some of the advice is helpful. Don't drink calories is nearly possible. His observation that awareness of weight is a factor in weight loss is fascinating. There are some things to think about here. I know I've been reluctant to weigh in since I got home. I was up a pound on my official weigh-in day, and nothing more powerful than knowing it got me back on track. Truely, if there had been no scale in the bathroom, this project would've been derailed.

Measure. I'm not sure I'm really interested in things like total inches or body fat. It's all about the lbs. for me. I can measure them down the the 100th lb. And 1/100th makes a big difference.

I'm not sure I'm rsponsible enough to put his Saturday blowout principle into practice. He suggests that one day a week anyone who is faithful to the slow-carb diet should eat until comatose. His words, not mine. The problem for me is that I will. Comatose is strong; sleepy is more my style.