Humble pie has no calories

Well, I made it to my Friday goal of 315. Bouyed by my early-week success and good weekend, I was starting to get cocky about how fast I can shed pounds, thinking I'd be 314 or even 313 by today, with maybe 311 being possible by Monday. I'd still like to set a stretch goal of 313 by Monday (sticking with a pound a day), but I'll be happy with 314 by Monday.

Sometimes my own density (mental, not physical) amazes me. In last night's class, we started with a pretty strenuous workout, then went right into doing our testing material (forms, sparring combos, one-steps, and self-defense), following that with slow-kicking drills. By the time we got to one-minute punching and kicking drills, I was drained. We were in groups of three, one holding a heavy bag, one doing the drill, and the third "waiting" by doing sit-ups. I got through the first round of situps okay, but I ended up sitting out the other two rounds of situps. Well, more properly, I ended up gasping for breath while lying on the mat, trying to gather enough energy for the next drill. After the third round of situps, the head instructor made a comment to me about having left a pool of sweat. I sweat. A LOT. If I haven't bitched here about how much fun it is to have a 13-year-old comment incessantly on your sweat output, it's been an oversight. Anyway, I made a remark like, "that's what happens when a body this size moves a lot, sir", and added, "the sweat jokes never get old, sir".

It wasn't until probably two hours after class that I realized that the comment probably wasn't intended as a snarky joke. Most gyms have a fairly strict policy about wiping down the machine after you've used it. Now, granted, I've been going to Tae Kwon Do class for 4.5 months now, and no one's made an issue of it, but the other guy who sweats profusely has brought a towel with him from day one. I'm pretty sure the instructor was trying to subtly(!) tell me that I should wipe up my own sweat from the mat, particularly if it's enough to pool up, for safety reasons, if nothing else. So, it's off to Wal-Mart this evening to pick up some suitable towels to throw in my sparring bag, to avoid future issues with my sweat.

Man, I'm a dumbass sometimes.