One Fifth of a Victory is Mine!

As of this afternoon, I weigh two hundred ten pounds. Ten down, forty to go, theoretically. I arrived at the goal weight of one seventy by finding out my body fat percentage (which was forty. Groaning noises here. Do not drink and drink, kids.) doing some maths to determine the actual weight of it all, determining that twenty percent sounds reasonable, and doing some more maths.

Also, the last time I remember NOT feeling like the Beluga Marshmallow Man was when I weighed around one seventy. Frankly, I do not give a damn how much I weigh if I can wear my old jeans, which are still hanging on the office wall.

The point is, one fifth of victory is mine. It is taking a little longer than I would have liked, but I fell slightly off the wagon last week on account of a fantastic sunburn on my shoulders and upper chest. It was not conducive to excessive movement. However, coming up this week, the Fittit group on Fitocracy is having a get-more-points-than-everyone-else challenge. I am presently evaluating my chances for doing well in the said challenge, but whether I have any chance of winning, I expect to find it highly motivating.

In other news, yesterday (this was meant to be posted last night, but I fell asleep) I was at the gym (surprise) doing my squats (another surprise), and this guy stops and looks at me for a second. I saw him out of the corner of my eye in the mirror, but pretty much shrugged it off. After I finish, he walked up to me and asked,

"Hey, how long have you been lifting?"

"You mean this time, or overall?" says I.

"I was just wondering because you have really good form. Most people can't get that low," says he.

"ohstopityou.jpg" says I.

Turns up he works for the gym. It was kind of awesome. I have actually been wondering about my squat form. He also noticed that I am tending toward doing good mornings when I get tired (which I had also noticed, hence my drastic, massive deload of wimpitude). I am going to have to do more core work, which probably means planks. Boo, planks.

In summary:

-- ten pounds down
-- squat form complemented
-- plank time now
-- need to redo my nails