Jul 202006
3 triples and a small frosty to top it all off.
I kind of didn’t want to do it, because this morning I was weighing in at 217.5 and only 26% body fat. Which is a ton. Like 60 pounds of fat I’m carrying around. But I like to think the scale is broken. Though, I’ve taken a little pleasure in that it’s come down from 29%. But it is still broken.
Yet I did the deed anyway. There was too much pressure not to. Then I had a light dinner with Salvador and a lot of walking around this evening. Evening weigh-in came out to 222. But only 25% body fat. When Catherine was going through the gestational diabetes, we found out that after dinner walking really pays off.
Then the screen displayed something new to me: