Here are the numbers from Monday:
Starting
Weight:
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239.0
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Original Target*:
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254.0
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Adjusted Target:
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237.2
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Actual Weight:
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240.4
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Loss/Gain:
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+
1.4
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Total Loss:
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62.2
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% of Goal:
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44.9%
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Avg. Loss/Wk.:
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–
2.3
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*Original target calculated from a
starting weight of 302.6 lbs. and an average loss/wk. of 1.8 lbs.
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Last week, I wrote on Monday as my mother lay dying in her
bed. She passed the next morning, surrounded by her family. My sister had come
in on Sunday; two uncles and an aunt arrived in the wee hours of Tuesday, just
in time. More family arrived in the next three days. And the eating and
drinking commenced.
Despite my good intentions, calorie tracking went out the
window for a week. Thank God I stopped drinking to excess in my twenties;
otherwise, my weight gain would have been much more. Moreover, I still managed
to keep a limit on my intake — except for the first night, when we had fried
chicken from Babe’s Chicken Dinner House (which, if you ever visit the DFW
area, you have to try). Still, by Sunday morning, my siblings and I were
“fooded out”; we were all ready to go back to our weight-loss regimens.
And the food just would not stop coming.
