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Six weeks down, probably six more or so to go. Truth be told, I’m a little proud of myself. I’ve updated my spreadsheet thinger every single day for the last 40-plus. And more importantly, I’ve been generally honest when calculating my intake, exercise, et cetera. Who knew Excel could be such a fantastic motivator? :)

Weight (7/16): 188 pounds, or 2.5 lighter than I was a week before, or right on schedule according to my aims. It feels good to be under 190 - getting on the scale each morning is just that much more exciting when I get to see and eight in the middle instead of a nine. Makes me feel even closer to my goal, since when a seven replaces that eight, I’m practically there.

Exercise: Last week was pretty darn good. I averaged around 400 extra calories per day burned exercising, most of which came from jogging. I managed a little over 9 miles of jogging last week (at just over 6mph average), on top of 6.5 miles walking the pooch. I even managed to fit in 45 minutes of lap swimming, which it turns out hurts quite a bit more than a 2-mile jog. :)

Intake: Less caloric variance this week. I never ate more than 1500 calories in a day or fewer than 1100. Chalk that up to luck - I ate out at El Aguila Real one night, Court Avenue a second, Hickory Park a third, and Star Bar a fourth. Jeez… I didn’t realize how bad that sounded until I counted. :) But I was able to talk myself in to portion control each of those evenings, and took home half of my food each night to eat as lunch the next day. Asking for a box is starting to feel normal.

Stay tuned, sports racers, as I’ll have a rather important announcement tomorrow sometime. And no, Amanda isn’t pregnant and we’re not getting hitched - it’s a blog-type announcement. Chill.