Cutting Off The Flab
By Wyatt Earp | October 4, 2009
Well, it’s been three months since I got back on the weight loss wagon – I jumped on breaking an axle – and the progress has been slow. There has been progress, which is a good sign, but the weight hasn’t been dropping off me like it did when I was a really fat bastard. I’m not really discouraged, because I have taken a day or two off here and there, and I am still under my magic number.
Today’s weigh-in has me at 199 pounds.
That’s the same number as last week, and I am down a total of 9 pounds since July. It’s only 3 pounds per month, and I know I can do better than that, but any weight loss is a good sign. The lowest I have been in 15 years is 191 – my weight in the police academy. (God, I was a hot stud back then.) I’m only 8 pounds away from that, and I’d like to get there before Christmas.
Until then, hockey will help, and the Turkey Hill Diet Iced Tea helps even more. Mmm . . . Turkey Hill!
Topics: Weight Loss | 8 Comments »
You’ll get there.
When the going gets slow, it is very hard to stick with things. It all just messes with the head a bit.
Hockey will help, I’m rooting for you!
Just don’t lose too much, there’s nothing sadder than a pair of jeans that sag in back.
You realize, of course, that muscle weighs more than fat, right?
Just think of yourself as extremely muscular, and all will be well. Besides, ‘diet’ is a four lettered word, and you know your mom said NOT to use four lettered words. 
Harrison…Ford…yummmm.
I’m sorry, were you saying something, Wyatt?
Keep up the good work.
I agree with Mrs. Crankipants, you don’t want to have those “mom jeans” going on like Obama. That is one sad look. Congrats on the weight loss and for maintaining.
easy fix.. carry extra weight around with you, arm weights, ankle weights then go for a walk. works like a charm.
Mr Bird only has to cut out beer and carbs it it drops off him, without much trouble. He is on another diet as we speak.. words like, “dont cook for me!” and “dont leave extra food around!” because he polishes off the left overs, even if I hide it in the fridge for my lunch the next day… sigh.. I wish I could just give him a pill and hey presto! insta slim!