Turns out that my DAD and I have the same metabolic age! Age 64. I'm 49 and he's 79! He has always been an outdoorsman and active; Bo takes after him. My mom's metabolic age is 14 years higher than her chronological age. I take after her.
Well, I turtled on week two. That is the term they use in TOPS when you don't lose any weight from one week to the next. (Why that term? I have no idea!) You remember that I lost 7 pounds the first week, so wasn't expecting the same results the second week. Toss in the half-marathon with the carbo-loading, and well, the scale didn't change. Still...two weeks, seven pounds is nothing to sneeze at. I visit Bo in a couple days to see what the change in my body composition looks like.
My pants are looser. In fact, that American Idol song "Pants on 'da ground, pants on da ground, lookin' mighty silly with your pants on 'da ground" keeps going through my head.
The tape measure shows that I have lost an inch around my waist. I'm always a little bit suspect of the tape measure readings because I am so "doughy" that it is hard to get the same measurement twice. But, looser pants tell the same story, so I'm hopeful.
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