Adios, fatsos!

In the morning I usually have a cup of black coffee with
coconut oil in it, which tastes better than I dared to hope.

Hurrah! We're getting there! When I hauled my ass to the scale this morning an unknown number greeted me. It read: 95.6 kilograms, which means I'm 2.8 kilograms less of a chubby bastard today than I was when I shoved the last couple of carbohydrates into my fat mouth, five days ago.

Stood naked in front of the mirror this morning (I know, not a pretty sight!), I felt like I was less of a hyppo than when I started. Since I've long suspected that my scales were lying to me, I decided to locate a scientifically proven equipment which could proof beyond a shadow of a doubt that I was a lesser man today then a few days ago: A measurement tape!

Last Sunday I actually measured myself high and low and wrote down. I measured my pecs, thighs, triceps and gut. Today's results were convincing that I was on the right track. My tummy had shrunk by 4 cm, my pecs and triceps were unchanged and my thigh was a little be larger (which I think is due to a great session in crossfit this week). 

Like I said, it's all in the right direction if all goes according to plan, there will be less of me to love in a week.