The Butcher’s Bill
I suppose it’s not actually the butcher’s fault, really. Meat is not the culprit. Perhaps I should call it the Baker’s Bill…
Either way… the final tally for the week in Chicago then NYC….
I’ve given it some thought and decided to keep them. I have been thinking I was a bit too skinny… but my brain wouldn’t let me put any weight on on purpose.
But… a week off… no workouts… no weigh ins… cheesecakes …
These things happen… and likely it’s a good thing.
I like to keep within a 5 pound range… but if it goes down, I just revise my acceptable range down… slippery slope, that.
So… I will take my two new pounds.
My acceptable range will now be 125 to 130. And I will do my very best to keep in mind that 125 is NOT the goal … that’s actually the danger point. I SHOULD be hovering in the middle of the range.
Just gotta get my “crazy brain” to listen to my “rational brain”…
And slipping below is not good… nor a goal… nor allowed.