Weightloss, it is a Mother...

The past month of dieting and exercise has been trying, to say the least. I've had to travel for work every week since the beginning of August, which makes things difficult. My self control seems to go out the window when I'm on the road, and exercise becomes an after thought. Add to that a week with the folks and the wheels are dangerously close to coming off. Gym trips have been 1-2 per week vs the 3-4 I was targeting. My blood sugar numbers have started creeping up again. The scale this morning registered 281 lbs, a net loss of only 2/10 of a pound since 8/8.

crap.

I have a couple weeks of travel on the horizon, which I'm praying I can keep under control. I'd love to be 275 by the end of September, upon which I'll be back at my evil endocrinologist's office. 275 will put me at a net loss of ~18 lbs since the end of June, which would be a nice 3 month effort. I'll try to exhibit restraint this weekend and hit the gym twice. As anyone will tell you, this is hard goddamn work, and I'm hating every second of it.