The Tale of the Scale

Popped out of bed this morning, changed into my birthday suit, hopped on the scale, and saw:

208.6

Looks like I'm down a couple pounds for the week. That was pretty much the norm during my first three months when I went from 242 to 212. The rate of loss came to a screeching halt after my hip injury which curtailed both my racquetball and some rather intense kettlebell training I had been doing. Both of those activities had something in common--they both include interval type training rather than long, sustained efforts. Hopefully now that I'm back to training like this, and I stick to my "Primal Nutrition" style of eating, I will continue to drop the body fat. I do have a challenge in front of me however. I will be at the pool a good part of the weekend officiating a meet. All officials at these type of meets (USA Swimmng age group) are unpaid volunteers. Heck, it's worse than unpaid--we have to pay $55 a year just to belong to USA Swimming. But one thing that meet organizers do well here in Corpus Christi is provide a well-stocked hospitality room. Of course, the definition of "well stocked" is open to interpretation. Often that means a large supply of baked goods, pasta dishes, and other things that don't exactly meet my needs. So sometimes I have to improvise such as picking up a couple of breakfast tacos and scrapping the contents off the tortilla and onto a paper plate. But it's always a struggle because the old sweet tooth is still there (I'm looking for a dentist to extract it). I can only hope they have some fruit!