Sprung...Weekly Weight Update

Spring seems to have sprung here in Northern Virginia which means 3 things (1) I'll be distraught every day I'm inside because it is beautiful outside, (2) I'll be running outside more often working up a sweat, and (3) now that I have said that spring has sprung we can all look forward to the temperatures dropping back down to the mid-30s and a few more feet of snow (I refuse to "knock on wood" as I am not a believer in superstitious mumbo jumbo) (I'm sure that statement will come back to bite me in the ass one day). It was a busy week of work (as is to be expected this time of year but I'm making sure to still get in my regular workouts. These workouts now consist of two days a week of running between 3 and 4 miles then another two days a week that are a combo running on the treadmeal (no, I didn't spell this wrong) and lifting. The combo workout usually gets about around 2.5 miles plus 40 push-ups, 40 curls, 40 shoulder raises, and 40 military press. The lifting exercises may change depending on my mood (replace push-ups with sit-ups, replace shoulder raises with dips, that sort of thing) but I always work up a good sweat.

I really need to stop with the nighttime selfies. They don't turn out so well. But look at that head glisten.

Even with all the work and all the working out I have tried to make as much time as possible with the family. It isn't always successful this time of year but at least one night this week Rizzo and I spent the evening sitting outside reading our books and drinking wine. That isn't a terrible way to spend an evening.

Reading on the deck on a lovely evening.

Non-scale Victory (?)

I have shopping for clothes. Absolutely hate it. I'd be perfectly content to be forced to wear a uniform everyday. I'm not talking about the distinguishing uniforms of our armed forces, police officers, firefighters, and others who risk their lives to keep us safe. They look good in their uniforms. I'm talking about someone giving me a brown shirt with brown pants, brown socks, brown shoes, brown belt, brown coat, brown hat, and brown underwear. If it meant I didn't have to go to a store to decide between this blue suit or this black suit to go with X colored shirt and Y colored tie then I would take it. There is nothing worse than walking into a men's clothing store, especially one that sells suits, and having someone hand you a dozen different suits to try them on then get them tailored all so they can be worn once a week. Say what you will about how bad it may be to go jail but at least they don't have to go clothes shopping (OK, going to jail may not be worth it).

What does this have to do with a non-scale victory and why the question mark? Because I have to buy some new clothes for work. I haven't yet because I'd almost rather look like a slob than go to the store to get a new suit but I need some new clothes. Take a look for yourself.

No, that is not a picture of my crotch. OK, it is a picture of my crotch but that isn't the point. This is what happens when you have a pair of pants that is too big but you try to hold them up with a belt. The pants fold in, the crotch slides down, the belt stays up, your shirt starts coming untucked, and you look like a slob. Sure, every time I stand up I try to straighten out my pants so I look like a semi-normal human being but after 15-20 steps the pants have fallen down again.

I know, I know, I sound like a jerk complaining about something like this. There is no more first-world problem then having to buy new clothes because I have lost weight. That doesn't make it fun.

As is the usual (and I'm sure getting really repetitive to your reading ears), Sunday was the day that we hit the scales. I was feeling good after my morning workout and the time change allowed me the opportunity to workout and even shower before going to weigh-in. I'm sure the dirt on my skin added an extra 1-2 pounds (gross) so I figured it would help tremendously. It turned out to be a good week with a weight loss of 2 pounds bringing the total weight loss to 62.2 pounds and a current weight of 205.2. Not a bad week.

The Cherry Blossom 10 Miler is scheduled for April 3, 2016. That will make April 4, 2016 the greatest day in my life. Why? Because on that day I will once again be able to compete with the beast that is Rizzo. As her training miles goes up as she gets ready for the race my mileage goes down with the extended working hours and trading some cardio time for some weight-training time in my exercise routine. It is a perfect storm for Rizzo to constantly kick my ass all over the place. There is literally no part of the day that I'm in the lead. Rizzo gets up between 4:30AM and 5:00AM every morning to do some sort of workout, be it running or cross-training. Nothing is quite as encouraging as walking down the stairs at 5:30AM to see that you are already behind by 4.5 miles. Seriously, Rizzo, why won't you just sit on the couch eating bon-bons and watching soap operas all day like a good wife is supposed to do? Instead you have to be all awesome and strong and powerful. Sure, I love you because you are awesome and strong and powerful but can't you let me win just one day? It doesn't even have to be a whole week. Just one day! Women have been letting men win since humanity had the concept of winning so it's not like it would be something new. I mean, sheesh.

Anyway, Rizzo destroyed me for another week. I might as well have not worked out at all this week since my 37.5 miles was nothing compared to Rizzo's 44.0 miles. I even had more miles this week than last week and Rizzo had less. Aweful. Another week down and I get deeper in the hole. About two weeks through March and Rizzo has 74.8 miles to my 63.0 miles. I guess she better start getting ready for her paint night in April because she already has the crown. I can kiss going to see Batman v. Superman in the theaters goodbye. I'll just have to see the R-rated version when it is released on VHS.

Enjoy the week everyone!