Update

So I’ve gone back tonight and edited my post of July 12, with what I believe to be more accurate information. I’ll repost current statistics from those metrics on Friday, when the current cycle ends.

I hit a bit of a snag in my deceleration, as I made a few compromises in the plan over the last few 10 days. Some M&M’s here, substituting Mozzarella cheese for Cottage Cheese on one occasion there, and two instances of rationalizing that Pasta with Cottage Cheese could stretch into meaning meatless lasagne. I also fell victim to one of the very first cautions the plan gives; do not weigh yourself every day.

These things combined did/do not make a happy Bhagwan. I have still lost weight, as will be indicated by the tale of the tape. But I could have lost more. I realize that I’m competing against an ideal, and a somewhat groundless expectation of what may happen. I also realize that I have lost this round by forfeit by not adhering to the rules of the game.

Because a part of me does not want to lose any more weight. It’s a silly, very insecure part. Its the part that delights in my current profile, yet ignores the gut sucking that takes place to achieve it. It’s the part that let me get beat up in Junior High school, when I knew full well that I could not only protect myself, but do serious damage to my opponent(s). It’s the part that manipulated my grade point average to graduate solidly in the middle of my class to be better liked, even after I had gained a modicum of respect and acceptance amongst those kids I actually cared about.

The part that’s sometimes afraid of succeeding, because it makes me not like everybody else. It’s also the part that I thought I excised 4 years ago. I made a serious point of doing so, because it’s the part that I really, really don’t like.

I’d like to think he’s living somewhere in the last 30 or so pounds I don’t want. But another part of me is certain that he’s in the other 200 that I do. Pretty sure the latter is correct, but all of me is absolutely certain that its a big load of crap, and he’d best wise up.

A bit heavy for a Wednesday night, but there it is.

P.S. I’m growing out my beard and moustache. No pictures yet, but I expect to be good and fuzzy by the end of the month. Reason: Because I felt like it.