week six thoughts

As the photos and graph can attest, progress is steady. At this rate I will be transparent in 15 weeks. :)
This weekend I broke down and bought a new belt. All, and I mean ALL my pants are a proper fist too big. So at least now I have a belt that fits, and I just have an uncomfortable lump of extra pants bunched up around my waist.
After PCP, once I stabilize at whatever weight and size I will be, I am having all my suit pants taken in.
Also need to buy new underwear. I don't mind the pants falling down, but when even the elastic band on the boxers cannot keep them up, and they slip down with the pants, we got issues, like serious.
This week I get to eat All The Vegetables I Want for lunch and dinner. Which is awesome, because I can eat alot of veggies. And I am absolutely killing it with the workouts. Go to failure on most everything and my legs, shoulders, back, chest, and abs are definitely embiggening.
All the egg whites and protein helps, too I think.
I suspect at some point I will stabilize weight-wise; I really must only have a few more kilos of actual useless fat left, and from there on out it's all muscle-build and toning and abdominal ripping-ness.
Had several comments on my supposed "will power" again. Tonight we had our company Hanami Party; a traditional Japanese event whereby everyone goes to a lovely park, sits underneath the blooming cherry blossom trees, and gets real stupid drunk.
The weather totally broke today, finally: beautiful spring day, warm and sunny. So I managed to tear myself away from my desk around 7:30pm and headed down to the festivities. The theme this year was "gourmet" and they had all kinds of food, from Italian to Indian to Japan. I had a cup of tea, and munched a bunch of yummy lettuce and really, REALLY sweet little Italian tomatoes. Meanwhile I got several "how do you resist?" comments, staring at the plates of fried, cheese-smothered, packaged, and otherwise greased up foods.
Granted, I know a deep-fried pork sandwich is quite tasty, and a handful of Doritos with salsa is excellent. The sausage and gnocchi from Salvatore's are great, too. As is the fried chicken from the famous place in the basement of Mitsukoshi.

BUT, and here's the part no one gets:

1. The fun part is being with friends and co-workers, underneath the beautiful cherry blossoms along the emperor's castle moat.
2. All the food will still be there when PCP is over. Hell, it will always be available, for whenever I have the occasional craving.
3. A moment of indulgence will not bring me closer to Peak Condition. Dedication and perseverance will. And THEN I can have, guilt-free, a reasonable amount of gnarly food and not worry about it.

It doesn't take much will power to look at a piece of fried chicken and think "I know where I can buy you, whenever I want. See you in two months. I will introduce you to my new friend, the six-pack stomach!"