Day 30. The significance of 317.
After the 42-hour fast ended yesterday I was certain that the results would be short lived. The plateau had been stubborn at 324.0 and to finally break through and get to 319.6 was a huge deal for me. This morning I woke up and nervously approached the scale in the hopes that maybe the number would only move up by a pound or two, leaving me with something to work with in these last two days of Project 43.
What?!? Two more down?
It's hard to explain the joy I felt at seeing this morning's number. I ate breakfast, lunch, and dinner after the fast and still made progress. One of the goals of Project 43 was to learn more about my body and find the most effective ways to lose weight. This result was not something I was expecting to see. Fasting was something I was going to begin experimenting with in phase two, and I'm going to continue to test it and possibly implement it on a regular basis, but to see what it did to my phase one plateau is intriguing.
Aside from the surprising result, seeing the number 317 on the scale holds special significance for me. About ten years ago I traveled to Japan with a large group of teachers. I was determined to experience as much of the country as I could in my three short weeks, including (and especially) the food. And I tried it all: snacks, candy, baseball game concessions, unique McDonald's offerings, home-cooked tempura, just about anything available from a vending machine, street food, Japanese pizza, ramen, Karaoke box delights, onigiri, odd looking desserts at 7-11, and even an appetizer at a barbecue place that was nothing more than a raw egg stirred into a patty of raw beef. It was all amazing.
When I left for Japan I was pushing 289. I was nervous about crossing 290, which would have been my highest weight ever. The seat on the plane back to Florida seemed a little tighter, and when I got on the scale after my three-week smorgasbord I was shocked at being deeply into uncharted territory. Not only had I reached 290, I'd blasted through and broken the 300 barrier, about to round the corner to 320. In the past ten years I've never been able to get back to 317, let alone the 200s again.
That of all changed today. Phase one has turned back the clock an entire decade, and by the end of phase two I will be well into the 200s, never to look back at the 300s ever again.
My goal for Project 43, called phase one through much of this post, is to lose 25 pounds by my 43rd birthday. That day is tomorrow. I have lost 26.7 so far.
26.7. That's a significant number, too. Today I went on a field trip with my daughter to Kennedy Space Center and I saw a couple of things in the gift shop that fit nicely into that weight range:
How about that? I've lost an entire meteor.
And yes, it's absolutely worth ten grand in my book.
See you tomorrow. It will be time to celebrate many, many things!
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General disclaimers: In my posts I describe things that I am doing to reclaim my health based on what I know about myself. Please don't emulate my actions. I'm not a doctor, and when you read things in my blog they are not meant as advice to you or anyone else. They are simply a record of my own experience. Things like abandoning prescribed medicines and walking for miles while dealing with morbid obesity are bad ideas, but I'm an idiot and do them anyway. Don't be like me. Talk to your doctor before making major lifestyle changes, please. Also, if I write about a product, service or book and provide a link to it, you should assume that I'm part of a related affiliate program. This blog needs to be supported somehow!
It's hard to explain the joy I felt at seeing this morning's number. I ate breakfast, lunch, and dinner after the fast and still made progress. One of the goals of Project 43 was to learn more about my body and find the most effective ways to lose weight. This result was not something I was expecting to see. Fasting was something I was going to begin experimenting with in phase two, and I'm going to continue to test it and possibly implement it on a regular basis, but to see what it did to my phase one plateau is intriguing.
Aside from the surprising result, seeing the number 317 on the scale holds special significance for me. About ten years ago I traveled to Japan with a large group of teachers. I was determined to experience as much of the country as I could in my three short weeks, including (and especially) the food. And I tried it all: snacks, candy, baseball game concessions, unique McDonald's offerings, home-cooked tempura, just about anything available from a vending machine, street food, Japanese pizza, ramen, Karaoke box delights, onigiri, odd looking desserts at 7-11, and even an appetizer at a barbecue place that was nothing more than a raw egg stirred into a patty of raw beef. It was all amazing.
When I left for Japan I was pushing 289. I was nervous about crossing 290, which would have been my highest weight ever. The seat on the plane back to Florida seemed a little tighter, and when I got on the scale after my three-week smorgasbord I was shocked at being deeply into uncharted territory. Not only had I reached 290, I'd blasted through and broken the 300 barrier, about to round the corner to 320. In the past ten years I've never been able to get back to 317, let alone the 200s again.
That of all changed today. Phase one has turned back the clock an entire decade, and by the end of phase two I will be well into the 200s, never to look back at the 300s ever again.
My goal for Project 43, called phase one through much of this post, is to lose 25 pounds by my 43rd birthday. That day is tomorrow. I have lost 26.7 so far.
26.7. That's a significant number, too. Today I went on a field trip with my daughter to Kennedy Space Center and I saw a couple of things in the gift shop that fit nicely into that weight range:
And yes, it's absolutely worth ten grand in my book.
See you tomorrow. It will be time to celebrate many, many things!
*********************
General disclaimers: In my posts I describe things that I am doing to reclaim my health based on what I know about myself. Please don't emulate my actions. I'm not a doctor, and when you read things in my blog they are not meant as advice to you or anyone else. They are simply a record of my own experience. Things like abandoning prescribed medicines and walking for miles while dealing with morbid obesity are bad ideas, but I'm an idiot and do them anyway. Don't be like me. Talk to your doctor before making major lifestyle changes, please. Also, if I write about a product, service or book and provide a link to it, you should assume that I'm part of a related affiliate program. This blog needs to be supported somehow!
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