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WEEK 322
Week Ending July 14, 2007

*** Weigh-in for WEEK 322 ***
07/14/2007
Week Completed:___322___
Weigh-In Weight:201.5
Body Mass Index:25.19
Average Weight for week:200.50
Miles Walked for week: 2
Miles Walked in 2007:55
Aerobic Points for week:0.00
Week’s Average Points/Day: 40.21
Pounds +/- for this week:3.0
Pounds lost total: 38
Made GOAL: 9/22/2001

* Made 10% at 215.5 pounds on 7/14/01
Goal is 200 pounds.



Week’s Data
Day
Date
Weight
Points
Water
Miles
Walked
Saturday
07/07/2007
198.5
48.0
6 cups (48 oz)
0.00
Sunday
07/08/2007
200.0
45.0
6 cups (48 oz)
0.00
Monday
07/09/2007
200.0
34.0
6 cups (48 oz)
0.00
Tuesday
07/10/2007
200.0
37.5
6 cups (48 oz)
0.00
Wednesday
07/11/2007
200.5
47.0
6 cups (48 oz)
0.00
Thursday
07/12/2007
200.5
28.5
6 cups (48 oz)
0.00
Friday
07/13/2007
201.0
41.5
6 cups (48 oz)
2.0


Week 322 Update

I woke up a little later than usual this morning, due to falling asleep a bit late Friday night. So, it was 7:55 a.m. when I stepped up on Mr. Scale, and he said, "201.5 pounds!"

Okay, with the scale jumping up 3 pounds this week, I have to analyze why. I don't have to look too far. I have been having trouble with my teeth, and I have been using Ibuprofen to cope with the pain. I hope to find a more long term solution soon, as I have been in consulting with a dentist about my options, but in the meantime I have to do what I can to get by. I haven't found anything else that does as well in keeping the pain in check, and so I am not worrying about the scale during this short period of time.

However, I am very much worrying about how much I am eating. I ate a total of 15.5 points more this week than I did last week, but my daily average was good: 40.21 points-per-day. That certainly wouldn't cause me to gain 3 pounds. On the other hand, I have seen Ibuprofen put that much water-weight on me several times. So, I am happy with my week, despite what the scale said this morning.

Last Saturday I weighed a much more pleasant 198.5 pounds when I woke up a bit after 5 a.m. Our friends Jim and Tammy were getting ready to go in the morning, and we had a couple of things we needed to get done before they left. A bit after noon they were ready to head back home, and we all stopped by Sharis for lunch.

I ate 23.0 points for the meal, but it was the last meal I ate for the day. With breakfast and snacks, I ate a total of 48.0 points for the day.

Jim and Tammy made it home safely, and Dotti and I relaxed for the afternoon and evening.

Sunday, at 6:03 a.m., I weighed 200.0 pounds. Still within my target range, just barely. I ate 3 reasonable meals, and I held my points to 45.0 for the day. I consider 46 points to be my upper limit normally, and so that was okay.

Monday I weighed 200.0 once again. I started working on a fairly big project of getting Dotti's old guestbook files together and formatted for the web page. (Click here to read page one. You can follow the navigation links from page to page for 95 pages so far.) There is a lot of good and upbeat material there and we thought it would be a good idea to have it available still, and a new guestbook will probably be coming soon as well. For the day I ended up eating 34.0 points, which was considerably less than for the day before.

Tuesday I weighed 200.00 once more. But my teeth were acting up and I was relying on Ibuprofen to help hold the pain down until my dentist appointment on Thursday. Continued on with the guestbook project and worked on a few other items to get ready for the upcoming Zonie event, that was going to start on Wednesday.

I held my points down to 37.5 for the day.

Wednesday, I weighed 200.5 pounds, which moved me up out of my target range.

We had originally had a DWLZ Conference scheduled for earlier in the year. A few months before the conference was to begin, Dotti decided that it was not going to be feasible this time and she canceled it. But she originally left the time slot open for any Zonies to come and visit anyway. Joan and Vikki made plans to come but Dotti fell and broke her wrist and then the funeral for Tammy's Mom fell right across that time period. So, they postponed their visits until this week.

Joan arrived on Wednesday…

I took this picture from the short term parking garage, looking at the tower at Portland International Airport (PDX), just after we arrived. We had to take an elevator down to the basement level.

When we got there, we passed through these doors into the underground tunnel. Can you tell Dotti is happy to be here?

After clearing the doors we had this tunnel to walk down in order to get to the escalator. It was a nice bit of walking.

Before 9-11-2001 changed our airports so drastically, I used quite often park in the the short term parking garage above, and run down this hallway to get to the luggage area and pick up "emergency shipped" packages for the company I worked for. But it later became difficult for us to ship parts from our warehouse and we had to rely on delivery services instead.

We had to go up two sets of escalators, because the tunnel was located below the street-level luggage pick up area; and the lugage area was located a floor below the terminal gates. Here were were almost up to the street-level, and the escalator to the terminal is visible in the background. My beautiful wife sure brightens up each photo she is in!

We were a bit early (the clocks read ten minutes before the hour, and her plane was due on the hour) and so we quickly browsed through a few of the shops. In addition to our local time, the clocks showed the time for Dotti's home state of New York, and for Chicago, where our friend Michael lives.

On the right is "The Real Mother Goose Gallery." I guess they were intent upon making sure that any impostor, pretending to be Mother Goose, would be excluded from your consideration for shopping, because this is the real deal here.

We arrived at the waiting area, and spent some time watching the mass of passengers with unsmiling faces going through the laberynth of red tape and waving wands, each trying to get to his departure gates, while we monitored the little exit passage where all of the arriving passengers had to pass through. We knew the gate at which Joan's plane would be arriving, and we knew that she would be flying on a Frontier jet. I wandered over to a nearby window and counted out the gates, and this plane was at Joan's designated gate, and, unless it was in clever disguise, it was a Frontier plane. Joan appeared to be on the ground and we wouldn't have long to wait!

And there she was, smiling and walking with computer bag in tow. Our Zonie weekend had officially begun.

The small exit passageway, and the security guards watching over it are indicators of our country has changed over the years. When I first started flying there were no metal detectors, and some airlines weren't even too particular about whether or not your carry on luggage could be stowed beneath your seat or in the overhead. Airports were wide open places, where anyone could walk from his car, and approach right up to a gate without passing any sort of checkpoint, and he could be there to see off departing friends or family, or to pick up the arriving ones. But a free society only really works when it is made up of people who are willing to play by the rules, and that is no longer the case, as is shown here, where airports have tighter security than banks do these days. Connecting the dots from where we were to where we are, and following that line to where we will be is not a comforting activity, and so not too many people are willing to do it.

Joan cleared the security bottle neck and guess who was waiting for her? It was in the air already: we were going to have some fun coming up soon!

I handed the camera over to Dotti so I could give Joan a welcoming hug as well.

Behind us rows of passengers were trying to clear the security checkpoint were bunched up and moving very slowly, and not a smile among them. It was a relief to clear out of this depressing area of the airport, and at least we were smiling.

Baggage Carousel 6 The luggage belt followed a course that conveyed the suitcases out of the wall, all of the way out to the end of the island, back to the wall again, and then around another identical island before returning into the wall, to be cycled around again. This provided a large amount of "surface area" for the passengers to stand around while awaiting the arrival of their luggage. We are actually looking at the second island—the luggage would be moving from left to right in this picture—and there were no passengers in view here. As is usually the case, the passengers were massing up over at the first stretch of the belt, impatiently waiting for a glimpse of their baggage as soon as possible, making this a desserted island for the moment.

I couldn't resist snapping a picture of this row of rental carts. I didn't see many of them in use, but they are commonly found in airports around the country, so they must be put into service from time to time.

























































6 years, 64 days on my journey; a lifetime to follow.

-Al-
6 '3" 239.5/201.5/197.5±2.5/BMI:25.19/WK- 322


Starting weight: 239.5       Target Weight Range: 195 lbs to 200 lbs




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