I just got back from a week long trip to Kansas City Saturday night.
This trip to KC to visit my in-laws was set in stone for many months. My trainer wasn’t too worried about it, but I feared the weight gain and drop in performance from missing a week of training. I hoped to do some running, jump rope or shadow boxing, but I did nothing. I was surrounded by good cooks, BBQ and peach cobbler, so my diet was terrible. I’m only consoled by the fact that a man can only gain so many pounds in one week of bad eating.
I have 8 more weeks to fit in a fight or so before my 35th birthday. It should be plenty of time especially since before leaving I was only 9-10 lbs off my targeted weight. I’m not even going to bother weighing in until next weekend. Hopefully with another week of hard work I’ll be back where I was before I left, 184 lbs.
