Lee's Wednesday Weigh-in (for real) - Week 5

So this is what murder feels like.

For the last two weeks, it's been nothing but gluttony. There has been a lot to celebrate. In the last week or so, my father and my niece both turned a page over in the calendar. And I got myself a little job in DC. My Philadelphia-based grandparents came out to the Bay Area to talk part in all of this celebrating.

The last ten days have involved a lot of eating, a lot of drinking, a lot of cake (duh), and not a lot of working out. In fact, there has been NO working out. And over the course of the last few weeks, I've met up for drinks multiple times with high school friends. Being this idle, drinking this much and eating this poorly should result in me looking something like this. Actually, looking like this could only be considered a victory.

I'll freely acknowledge that I didn't step on the scale last week because I expected to see a horrifying number on the scale. I couldn't pull that shit two weeks in a row.

Thus, I made a special trip to the gym, just so I could use the same scale, got down to my skivvies, and stepped onto the scale. I slid the balance down to 212 -- my starting weight -- with the hopes that I hadn't fallen that far. Mercifully, 212 was too heavy. This was a win in itself. At least if I put on weight, I wouldn't be starting from square one. Still, I know there's some serious work to do...

Starting Weight: 212

Week 1 Weight: 208

Week 2 Weight: 208

Week 3 Weight: 206

Week 4 Weight: mystery

Week 5 Weight: 209