…and this weekend I ate an eighth grader’s body weight in deep fried, Crisco coated, caramelized, candied cakes. I tipped the scales at a very soft 211, and was sluggish all day. My joints are giving me perpetual reminders that I weigh too much, and my training partners reminded me of this by rolling my pudgy ass around the mats all day. You are what you eat, indeed.
I need to weigh 190 by April 24th, because that’s the date of the second annual Northwest Submission Challenge! Last year, I started cutting four weeks out, and I was weighing only 200 at that point. If I don’t turn things around today, there is no way I’m making weight. I’ll be stuck competing with the big dudes, and at a higher skill level than last year.
My plan is to allow myself one to two cheat meals per week for the next three weeks. If all goes well, I should be just above 200 at about three weeks out. Back in the saddle, baby!