My friend Mindyruns decided to organize a blood drive to celebrate her 50th birthday. She thought it would be a great thing to get at least 50 people to donate a pint each and I can't agree with her more. Although I've had disagreements with the blood center policies in the past (that I won't go into here), I decided to help her meet her goal. MrsRockstar and I couldn't make the official donation window so went down to the blood center this morning instead.
While on the table watching the so called fluid of life drip out of me I wondered how much a pint of blood weighs. I realized then I had a scheduling fail as I weighed in earlier that day and should have weighed in AFTER donating blood rather than BEFORE. Next time I'll be smarter (won't be the last time I say this phrase).
Even so the number on the scale was 251.6. This is down 1.6 from last week and I'm thinking a good compass is having the BMI click down at least a tenth every week. This upcoming week will be a challenging one for me. My daughter Courtney's birthday is coincidentally today and the birthday celebrations (read: multiple) for her are already scheduled. Hitting the scheduled workouts might be tough but I need to stay the course to keep on track with training and weight loss (I'm guessing the blood will grow back before I weigh in next time so no help there).
Got to get ready for hosting 20 something tweens for the first of the Courtney celebrations tonight. Happy Birthday, Mindyruns. Happy Birthday, Courtney.
PS: The blood center said we counted as pint 57, 58, and 59 for Mindy. I counted as two, not because I am a rock star but because they hooked me up to a newish machine called Alyx that takes out double of some stuff while it puts other stuff back into you. Sorry for the technobabble.