Be proud of your accomplishments, I know I am.

First, a graph.

So I’ve been tracking my weight since 2009 using Myplate, now a livestrong.com tool. I added a bunch of life events that influenced my eating behaviors to add some logic behind each swing in weight.

What I’m proud of is the right side of this graph.  In 2014 my pants were getting too tight in the waist.  This was troubling.  So I did what any self-respecting person would do and decided it was time for the Subway diet. What’s that? Not sure what the Subway diet is? Purposefully limiting calories and meal size in order to change eating behaviors and thus reducing caloric intake.

In three weeks I lost 15 pounds.  Fifteen pounds! And I went to Vegas during this weight loss stint! Today is 3 days shy of one month of dieting and I’ve hit a limit. I’ve been 175.8 lbs for 5 straight mornings. Unfortunately, I don’t have time to go back to the gym right now.

And that’s because of my second accomplishment, yay!

Final Video: Basement Shower – 2 seconds long because it’s a shower, we all know what they look like when they’re working.

And here is the testing video that I put on youtube, because that’s what you do, right?

Yes, my bucket is dirty. Yes, I’m flipping a house and that was the nearest bucket. It’s hanging up there because it’s zip tied to a heating pipe that I have to replace.  The shower will be written up in it’s own post that I may throw up on this blog today as well and post date it to yesterday, when I finished it at halftime during the Philadelphia Eagles game.

Why be proud of such meager accomplishments though? Because I learned something while achieving each of them.  My sudden weight loss reinforced the idea that I am in control of my weight and thus in control of how I portray my public self (besides the mustache and out-going, overly friendly personality, see the following picture). And 15 pounds in 3 weeks is pretty impressive, considering all I did was eat 1700 calories a day.

This cute girl in the Monte Carlo’s food court wanted a picture of my mustache. I demanded a picture with her. I told her to put her shades on so we’d look super cool.

Building a shower taught me how to build a shower, duh! To build a shower I had to build a wooden base. To build a wooden base I had to build a table saw. To build a table saw I had to clean up all my tools (okay, my father’s tool that are in my house) and organize them.

And as a final aside: no offense was meant when I added your name to my graph, I lost weight because I was depressed and the graph shows what affect it you had on me.

Today’s Take Away: Spiced Chai Black Tea with Honey and Coffee-mate

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