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BigAssSuperstar: Un-Weighted: Week Five

Not a whole lot to note this week. Exercise was a coupla walks home from work and some squats. Bowling for the Bide Awhile Shelter on Saturday left some soreness, but would hardly be called exercise. Meals were not notably healthy for much of the week -- but one was supremely delcious. An anniversary dinner at Da Maurizio, reputedly the finest joint in town. Deee-lish.

Now, I'm sick. I have a cold. Amanda's getting a cold, too.

Start weight: 220 pounds
Last week: 215
This week: 219
Change: +4 (holy crap!)
Total loss: 1 pound

Jee-zus! I'm tempted to blame it on water retention from sickness, or lack of a good bowel movement, or hibernatory adipose storage syndrome (HASS) or something ... but I'm not going to blame it on anything. It's up, and that's that. Four weeks' work, mostly wiped out. Gonna have to get on that and get back down again.

Gym membership may come this week. Deals being made at higher levels.
Martial arts investigation has yielded a Judo club at Dalhousie University which looks like a bargain, 'cept they haven't emailed me back, and their web site is out of date. I've been in contact with another martial arts/fitness outfit in town, and the guy has offered me two free private lessons. I think I'll check out one of his classes before taking him up on that -- gotta see if the facilities are decent and whether he whips his students with a belt (of any colour) or anything crazy like that.

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  1. I wouldn't despair over what the scale says; you've done some work over the past several weeks to build up muscle, which means that once you get back on track you'll be burning calories a little more efficiently. At least you're appreciating the challenge instead of getting all discouraged!

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  2. You could be using the gym equipment in your building in the meantime, right?

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