day 31 of 42
I woke up feeling pretty lean today. My stomach felt flat and firm as I lay in bed. My wife had bought me a coffee, but I wasn't going to drink any - I wanted to weigh myself and a few sips of coffee would add weight and today I was expected a HUGE drop. I was feeling so lean I started to predict what the scales would say - maybe low 97Kg? this would make sense, I was 97.8 on Sunday. Surely 97.1 today? or maybe lower... maybe 96 point something? I check my tight stomach again - maybe 95 something? I've dropped 2+ kg in a few days before, maybe today is one of those days. i get up and force out an extra long pee before I step on the scales. I do my usual ritual of looking ahead, deep breath in, exhale and then look down at the number.... 97.9kg!! Shit! Fuck!! Shit and Fuck!!! that's heavier than Sunday.
One thing I can take away from the heart break of not seeing the scale move is my reaction to it. Its disappointing yes, but I didn't let a number on a scale push me into a bad mood. I didn't binge eat, I didn't go nuts and try to run 10km to burn off calories. I just processed a and thought about things; I know my diet has slipped a bit, I know I've had a few extras, I had a heavier dinner than usual the previous night. I'm still (probably) processing oil from that jar of chill oil I punished over 5 days. It all adds up. But I'm not about to let it derail me, in fact it had the opposite effect - its inspired me to do better, and thats what I'm aiming to do. Do better, be better for the remainder of this sprint. I have 12 days to hit my weight and waist target. I'm close, but not there yet. Time to finish strong.
I had a good walk in the sun this morning. School is back and I had a quick walk with my son. We chatted about a few things, mainly the NBA and his predictions for the playoffs and finals (Spurs to beat the Celtics in game 7 to win). I carried on with the dog, did my set of pull ups on the roman rings at the park and then home for work.
I did 3 sets of push ups at the gym yesterday. 3 x 20 felt unusually easy. I have an outstanding goal of 50 consecutive push ups which i decided to have a crack at while I waited for my coffee to brew. I counted them out in 10s, the first 30 were no effort which allowed me to think "yea, I'm doing this right here, right now!" and I did, 40 as easy, at 45 I started to slow, but managed to grunt the last few out. I probably had a few more in me, but stopped at 50.
Boxing was good tonight, a warm evening so I got a great sweat going. It was a good technical session, a lot of pad combos and really working on volume of punches tonight. Again, the 45 minute class seemed a bit to quick. Next week I'll stay for 2. Ideally I'd like an extra sparring session or two in after the class - I need to work on finding a few regular partners, ideally near my own weight.
I repeated my same walk after my chicken salad dinner and then home for some computer work. I made some major updates to my tracking app - mainly giving it a way to log progress against sprint goals. I hit my 50 push ups and had no real way of storing this info - now I do.
Coach Gee here. You woke up 'feeling lean,' predicting a huge drop, but the scale hit 97.9kg, heavier than Sunday. This isn't a surprise when your fuel log shows a 1025-calorie 'heavy dinner' and you're still processing 'chill oil' you punished over five days. That's the 'few extras' and 'slipped diet' you're acknowledging – the exact pattern we've been fighting, and it directly sabotages your 95kg weight target with only 12 days left. However, hitting 50 consecutive push-ups is a win, showing you can perform when you focus, so let's channel that discipline into your plate. For tomorrow, I want zero processed oils, and every single meal needs to be built around the #Protein_Satiety_Anchor to prevent those late-night slip-ups.