I’ve been planning to do an update on the Fatty / Beeminder Weight Loss Challenge for a while now. In fact, I was excited about it, because while it’s not like I’m high up on the Leaderboard, I’ve been doing really well. I mean, check out my progress on my Beeminder chart:
As you can see, I’ve been dropping weight, nice and steadily. Sure, it bounces around a little from day to day, but I’ve been staying on the yellow brick road. And for the past few days, I’ve even been on the low side (which is the “good” side) of the yellow brick road.
In fact, I had hit my halfway point: 164 pounds. Nine down, nine to go.
Thus, I had every intention of doing a little boasting today.
Spoiler alert: there will be no boasting today.
Disaster (AKA The Hammer’s Birthday) Strikes
Last Saturday was The Hammer’s birthday. She turned 46. Now, I know some of you are thinking, “What are you doing, revealing her age on your very public and award-winning blog?”
Well, if The Hammer were normal, that might be a problem. But she’s not normal. Not even remotely.
For her “birthday party,” for example, she wanted to go on a big mountain bike ride. So we did. A 41.7-mile, 6,000 feet-of-climbing mountain bike ride.
The Hammer got seven new QOMs. And she looked like this afterward.
When you can ride like that and look like that at age 46, you don’t need to hide your age.
Anyway, after the ride, we decided that between it being her birthday and the big ride we had just done, we deserved to go out to eat. So we went to one of our favorite restaurants, Settebello, where we met The IT Guy and ordered the following:
- A Caprese salad
- An Insalata Grande
- A Margherita pizza
- A Settebello pizza
- A Vico pizza
- 3 Diet Cokes. Seriously.
That is, for three people, a lot of food. But, you know, we had ridden hard. We were hungry. It was — as I have mentioned –The Hammer’s birthday.
So we didn’t feel too badly about it.
Then we said goodbye to The IT Guy, and drove back from SLC to Utah County, where we decided that — just this once — we deserved to get dessert.
So we went to The Chocolate.
Usually (yes, we’ve been there a few [cough, cough] times before), we split a dessert: almost always a white chocolate macadamia nut Cazookie, which is a giant fresh-baked cookie in a pan of its own with a scoop of vanilla ice cream on top.
But it was The Hammer’s birthday.
So we each — and I am not exaggerating — got one of our own.
And that was stupid.
By the time The Hammer got through about half of hers, she was done. She pushed it aside, not feeling great.
So I finished hers (along with mine, of course) for her.
Disaster, Part 2
The next morning, I told The Hammer, “There is no way I am going to step on the scale today. I just don’t want to see the bad news.”
As it turns out, I probably should have stepped on the scale. Perhaps a small dose of bad news would have served as a reminder that there’s no such thing as consequence-free eating for me.
In which case, perhaps I would have skipped eating the cake and ice cream at The Hammer’s family birthday party that evening.
Or at the very least…I wouldn’t have had seconds.
And I probably would have avoided snacking on the (very delicious) leftover saffron-and-butter rice as I cleaned up the dishes after dinner.
Oh, how I wish I were making any of this up.
Which brings us today, and me getting back on the scale. Allow me to show you how that looked in Beeminder:
See that tiny red dot waaaaaaay above the yellow brick road? That, my friends, is what a 4.6 pound jump looks like.
Yes, over the weekend, I gained 4.6 pounds. And as you can see, that puts me two pounds off the yellow brick road. And I have ’til midnight tonight to get back on it, or pay the $5 fine.
Will I do it? I really don’t know. I will tell you that I am currently quite hungry. And that I furthermore had an awful lot of caffeine this morning, which facilitates rapid (albeit temporary) weight loss in at least a couple of ways I’m aware of.
But there is a silver lining, if you can call it that. And that is this, The Hammer’s weigh-in for today:
You know how they say “Misery loves company?” Well, that is never more true than when you have a sudden and sharp weight gain.
And while her gain puts her into — as opposed to below — the yellow brick road, that’s still a 4.2 pound gain. Which doesn’t exactly take away the sting of my embarrassment.
But it certainly helps.
PS: For those of you who are doing the challenge: How’s it going? Anyone else having monster weight spikes following a night on the town?