You know, it was the kind of day where I knew I should stay in bed, but decided 'what the hell, I'll chance it.' After all, making a decision to change your life (which I didn't really know I was making when I made it) is a kind of ballsy thing, so you get used to taking chances. And in a way, I think that's what success is—being willing to fail. And so I thought I would go visit Detecto today, since it was essentially the deadline I had set out for myself. Though the news was not exhilarating—I was hoping to have a "Breaking Away" moment where I lean at the tape when I see my weight is 195—but it certainly wasn't bad. For all practical purposes, I achieved my goal—if you will allow me a half pound here and there. So now, the REALLY scary part—how I conduct myself this next four days—and how I get on with my life. Will you still be reading?
Two Tender Strips of Turkey Bacon
Two Harshly, Almost Vulcanized Eggs
1 Medium Dunkin Donuts Ice Coffee (Half Decaf), Black with Splenda
6 oz strawberry yogurt lite
An Asparagus-less Chicken & Asparagus sandwich without the bread
1 French Fry, dipped in ketchup
Chicken, Cabbage, Onion Stir Fry
The failure to lose weight certainly drove me to the nuts this morning, after a near-successful day without them (too much). I hit them hard today, and I can't even really count, I felt, as I have often in the past, like the first Ghostbusters ghost in the library, with cashews coming out of my mouth as fast as my stubbly little hands could shovel them in. It wasn't pretty, but I could already feel a sense of "I'm going to eat these....fill in the blank.... because it's my birthday." I don't think I can survive too much of that, which is why I realize I need to keep a fairly rigid stance on that kind of thing, if I'm to keep my progress. Tomorrow night is dinner out, and who knows, the whole volcano might blow for the night. But at least I know I will have bookend workouts to make it OK. Physically, that is.