Matthew might be enjoying himself down there in the 150s, but I’m still hanging around eight or nine pounds up. Sure, I’ve dipped as low as 162 in the last few months, but the stable weight seems to be between 165 and 168. This isn’t a biological limit by any stretch of the imagination - it’s just the point at which my willingness to make further downward progress fell by the wayside. February, filled with graduate school interviews and various extended projects was, it turned out, the coldest month.
Still, I’m back in the saddle, more or less. I’ve managed a half-hour workout on the elliptical machine daily for the last five days, and should continue through tomorrow. Wednesday’s probably a write-off since I’m travelling on business all day, but I’m going skiing on Thursday (which, as a consultant, I get to do now and again).
So, new day, new goal. Some friends are getting married in about two months, and as it happens all four of us, including Silent David, are going to be in the same city again–the first time since this all began. So my personal goal is to bring my stable weight down eight pounds, to the 159-160 range. That brings me in a little below the original 20 pound goal. Eight pounds in eight weeks should be pretty easy, even going by standard guidelines for achievable weight loss.
One challene, though: roughly 18 of those days will be spent in Southeast Asia. On the other hand, this will be my fourth trip to the region, and, well, let’s just say I’ve never actually gained weight on any of them. Despite, I should hasten to add, the particularly good food available to those who know people who know where to look.