That would appear to me to be in technical compliance by 1/10th of a pound.

Next Tuesday is 366...Yes?

2.25 pitchers of beer on Sunday, don't know exact ounces, but somewhere around 64 oz. per--left 3/4 pitcher "on the table" (bar) when wife picked me up pre-game from the watering hole. That was it, and even if you included the 9 "leftover" beers, I'm in full compliance.

The cigs aren't on the table for some time to come.

29 beer max for this week.

I think you do owe one dedicated trip to something health-oriented this week. A trip to a community rec. center, a fitness facility...something...

Even if you don't go in...maybe a walk to it.

I'm being a bit of a prick, but I'm cutting you some slack on the 10ths... :thumbleft:

Ah, I thought it was down one beer _and_ one cig each week. But now it makes sense, 30 + 20 = 50, 50 wks, etc. (I had just thought you were nannernannering me about taking 50 weeks to lose 30 pounds.)

(You do know that it would be better to give up the smokes first and console yerself with the beer?)

And, no slack should be given. No rounding down is allowed. If I can't lose at least a full pound in a week, don't deserve no slack. Especially in week one for pete's sake.

Oh yes....yer right about the exercise bit. [aside to gravedigga: no, I haven't forgot your reccs in that regard, either.] if it would just get about +15 I'd take a long walk with Happy. g'damn winter.

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1/19: 365.6

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Good job!

3 full pitchers @ local watering hole Sunday. Scraped out by wife (I was going for zero this week, but she wanted to play pool-- twisted my arm, lol)

I have 'em at 64oz ea. (The pitchers) 3x64 / 12 = 16 beers. No other beer throughout the week.

28 beer max this week.

I think I need to pick up my drinking, lol

1/26: 365.6.

Foster gets to move back up to 29.

Goddamn playoff games, they're worse than Christmas for eating.

Pinhead.

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Again?

Cripes, you'd think you would lose a tenth of a pound worrying about the weight you need to lose, lol

...And I was SO good...


No beer. Zero. Nada. Zilch. Dry gulch. Bible beltin'. Squadoosh. Nil. Null.

29 is my number.

[strike]Dig in, Wade...[/strike] unfortunate word choice...C'mon, You owe me some PAIN...!

364 Wade...next week...

We all have our scars from those ugly formative years. In my case, it was delayed adolsecence. While everyone began to sprout in 7th and 8th grade, I did not hit my growth phase until well into my sophomore year. (the locker room after PE was pure torture, and I had convinced myself that EVERY girl knew of my lack of development!) Hence, I was the cute, cuddly and imminently non-threatening eunich that girls looked at in every way but the one I wanted. Friend, confidant...whatever. Not the guy they wanted peeling their sweater off in some sweaty, teenage makeout session.

However, that did not stop me from asking the hottest cheerleader (who was also a cool party girl) to the dance...which she resoundingly rejected. Hey, I figured I could always say "at least I tried" and in the event she had a brain aneurism and actually said yes...well....hell...I was a fucking legend!! LOL

Now, all that being said, the glass half full of that story is that I grew up, and retained a sense of humility that I think has served me well in life...and also look very young for my 46 years. Look into the blank, dark eyes of the chosen ones from H.S....the star QB, the hot girls, etc. One can tell from a glance that in their minds, the best days are far behind them to when they were kings and queens in the halls of (pick your H.S.).

Glory Days, indeed! Glad it worked out as it did.....

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Great story and I completely agree. My mom always used to tell me "half the players from your high school football team will be working in the same town at some shit job drinking at the same bar and talking about their 'glory days' on the high school football team when they're 40." That was awesome to me, even though I did play football freshman year.

Wow......you just wrote my teenage years.
Although i didn't have the guts to ask out the cheerleader.
And it's true.....2 years ago i saw that a high school friend's dad died. I hadn't seen him in 30 years. He was the jock, the makeout king.
I went to the viewing to pay my respects......i see this portly bald guy.....yup, it was my childhood friend. He looked ALOT older then me. I wouldn't have known it was him if we had passed by on the street.

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The teenage years can be brutal.. no doubt, but as Digs mentioned it can be harnessed for the remainder of your life for the better.

I lived on both sides of the coin in my teens.. through middle school and especially early in high school I excelled in sports and was fairly popular overall. Although I never became the prick some were, I definitely had a chip on my shoulder that was perched looking for someone to knock it off.

I was getting college letters for football and basketball already my freshman year and got a visit from my first college scout the first week of summer practice of football going into my sophomore year.. they were scouting another kid at practice that was senior, but they pulled me aside for the 15 minutes of selling their school and coach.. I had bumped into college scouts at the football camps.. but not at my school for all the others to see.. full of myself I became.

Then life changed in the blink of an eye... at first the outpouring of support got me through the remainder of the sophomore year and the lack of sports.. Then I started to consume myself that following summer.. started using alcohol to numb the pain.. never anything more than booze.. but it reached a point in my senior year where a half of a 1/5 was normal. Before school.. at break.. always vodka to help mask the smell..

I was humbled beyond belief.

I became an outcast.. I didn't fit in anymore in my own school.

Anytime I went anywhere, I got the looks either because of how I walked or this metal leg... I became very protective of it and insecure to the ninth.

I would try to fit in.. yet it just never seemed quite right.. but I somehow made it through high school and graduated.

Change of senery at college was supposed to help things.. to some points it did with the level of maturity increased and my selection of schools that avoided the football at the college level.

Put I still got the looks and sank further into the depth of insecurity.. until I finally had enough someplace my second year of school. The rebuilding phase took years and at times I slipped here or there.. but I was building confidence and accepting whom I was.

From there you harness that pain you felt.. and allow it to make you a better person to yourself and others. You start to forget or really don't care if people look at your a little longer.. actually to the point where I engage them to prompt to ask the question they may have.

I was then I realized that I could do just about anything anyone else can do.. just a little different... that I will always be a bit different than everyday society.. but I accept and actually embrace that.

In other words.... other perception of you on the outside matters little, yours does... become okay with yourself and then you can start to improve yourself on the outside and inside.

Sounds easy.. it is not.. but you have to start at square one. And build from there.

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