I don’t know why, but each week feels harder than the last. Maybe it’s because I want to do better or because every day I feel a little bit more pain. I’ve just had to change my plan because I was so stiff on the weekend that I could barely walk. Fortunately I can bike ride, not with the intensity that I would like, but at least I can do some exercise.
The last three days played out like a tragic sequence of events: on Sunday my scale stopped working which screwed things up for Monday which is my official weigh-in day. I ended up having to use Sunday’s weight for my results posting. I needed a new scale, but its not easy to find a scale that goes up to 360 pounds. So I ordered one online and I choose express shipping, which cost 40 bucks, so I could get my scale no later than Wednesday.
On Monday, I decided to give bike riding a try and since my girlfriend wasn’t working that day I asked her if she wanted to go with me. She is my biggest supporter, and she accepted right away, so we went for a nice bike ride and since she has a mini-computer attached to her bike, we could measure the distance that we rode. Later that day I realized I had lost my keys during our ride.
On Tuesday morning as I looked everywhere for my keys and was turning the whole house upside down, the doorbell rang–my first happy moment since Sunday. The UPS guy came to my door with a box. It was my scale!!! It’s a very nice scale that holds up to 440 lbs and gives you your body fat percentage which is a plus. So I picked up the box, put it on the floor, opened it up, grabbed the batteries, put them in the scale, stepped on top only to receive an error message!!!
I spent a couple of hours trying to get the bloody scale to work, read the manual, browsed the website, changed batteries, prayed to God, you name it, but nothing helped me to make that scale work. By that time I was so pissed off that I needed a release for all that bad energy….so I decided to get my bike and do my exercise. I changed my clothes, put on my sneakers, picked up my polar watch and strapped the heart rate monitor to my chest and suddenly my polar watch stopped monitoring my heart: what that fuck!!!
Anyway, I tried 3 times to get that @#*&$^#&* watch to work and nothing, so I went bike riding. I always want to convey a positive message in my posts like: “looking back it was a good decision” and yada, yada, yada, but you know what? All the time that I was bike riding I was bitching and cursing to myself about all the things that have happened to me. My ride wasn’t fun and it didn’t give me any sense of pleasure or bring me anything positive.
After getting home, I went to the supermarket to buy something to eat. After picking up some low fat frozen butter chicken and a whole wheat naan, I grabbed some frozen cookie dough but fortunately at the cash register I saw an organic muffin, and I decided to change the cookie dough for the muffin.
Ohhh, that feels better, it’s organic and has no sugar added, but you know what, BIG SHIT, the problem is not the muffin, the cookies, the chocolate or the ice cream that I had on Monday. The real problem is that I go to those foods to find comfort for my problems. The muffin is not going to fix my @*#&#^@&#*# scale, the ice cream will not make my #&#$&*^&^$^% watch work again, the chocolate will not help me to find my ^&#^$^#&@* keys, and I was trying to fool myself thinking that it will be “just this time”, yeah, good one, Alex.
So now I’ve decided to stop sabotaging my diet, because that will just hurt me and my latest results, however, I still don’t feel like leaving a positive message this time, because I still have a &^$^#$%^$&$ pain in my leg and I’m writing this post with a bag of ice on my @%#&$*@%$ left knee and I had to take 2 Ibu-profen to try to stop the #@!^#*% pain.