Fucking Denver
Well, the weight has gone the wrong direction since the beginning of summer. Technically even before that. I was at 200.8 when I got on the plane go out to Denver for work in the middle of May and I'm 217.2 as of this morning. A similiar thing happened last year. I was 214 (after a summer of cycling) when I went out to Denver in October and I was at 230 at the beginning of the year. I don't know what it is about that god damn place, but it just seems to kill my motivation. It must be having to get up and actually go into the office and interact with people.
Whatever the actual reason, I am finally feeling like I need to start doing something about it again. I still haven't decided exactly what I'm going to do though. I have had no motivation to get on the bike lately, but I do plan on doing some riding before the weather changes. I think my first two steps are going to be adding the Gazelle back into the afternoon routine and tracking my weight on the boards.
I'll have some type of plan in place by the end of the week, but my intermediate goal is to get down to 210 by my birthday. That is a two pound a week goal, which should be doable.