It seems the fat bastard has fallen in love. In love that is with the figure 107. That's right it's weigh in day again and on cue I've managed to weigh in right on 107kg. I'm beginning to lose track of how many week that is but it's becoming a little bit of an old boring story now. The irony this week is, apart from a brief flirtation with beer and footy food at the State of Origin on Wednesday night, I've been extremely good this week. It just goes to show that in a serious weight loss journey you really have to be...well...serious. There's just no room for consistent blow-outs.
So lets look at the stats:
Current Weight: 107kg, Previous weight: 107.1kg...that's a loss of 100 grams. (woohoo)
Current gut: 110cm, Previous gut: 110cm....that's a loss of...well...nothing (hmmm)
So the Sportfest continues tonight. After spending Wednesday night at the State of Origin and Friday night at the NRL double header at Lang Park, tonight I'm off to Cararra to see the Suns christen their new stadium against the Cats. While I think they'll cop a pasting, you never know, but either way it should be a good occasion.
With that in mind I'd love to stay and chat but duty calls and I must get myself ready for another tough night at the footy. Ah life can be so tough.
Bye for now.
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