The Hollando Diet

I’m back in England now, and without a scale to confirm I’m still there, but on Sunday morning I checked in at 162.4 pounds. For those following the original bet, that’s 20 pounds off my the starting point. Even discounting his head start, it looks like Matthew still beat me in terms of elapsed time, although had I been traveling a little less I might have been able to shave a bit of time off. Basically, it’s taken about three months to get here from 183.

Of course, it doesn’t really count yet. The last night on Easter Island we made what turned out to be a somewhat unfortunate restaurant choice, with the result that, well, food, wasn’t a hugely attractive option for me during much of last week. I will simply note that it could have been much worse and move on–but the last three pounds or so can probably be attributed to residual salmonella.

On Friday night I had dinner at my parents’ house, and my mother had done her usual fantastic job, culminating with a fresh-baked gingerbread bundt, which is one of my favorite desserts. Four months ago I would have had a slice, and then followed it with another slice. Friday I was able to simply have one, and, although I wanted another one, keep it at that. Of course, I could always have done that for any given slice of gingerbread, but as for doing it consistently, that’s new.

I’ve also found a gym here in Birmingham that accepts month-to-month members at a reasonable rate, so I’m planning on going over and joining this evening. I’m back in the US on the 15th, and should be within spitting distance of the 160 barrier (and permanently there) once I am.