I am finding great comfort in turkey bacon. It does seem to be the only thing I eat that is crispy. That may not seem important, but go a few days without toast or potato chips and you'll be right with me. I used to be someone who scoffed quite a bit at the whole "pretend" industry—turkey bacon, turkey hot dogs, turkey pastrami. Part of the mocking was "why would you eat the imitation?" and part of it was "ha ha, you have to eat the imitation." Now I spend a lot of days eating the imitation—though turkey bacon is there, it's mostly sugar. Sugar free "fudgicles" are sugar-free, but they have lots of bad stuff in them. Don't even start me on "I can't believe it's not butter." If you blindfolded six forty year olds and fed them that, not one I bet would exclaim that. I would actually be surprised if they could find anyone who, after eating ICBINB would say that. It's very definitely not butter.
Breakfast
Two Eggs over (broke en route to pan)
2 Slices Turkey Bacon
Tea
Snack (really, really sad)
2 Cheese Sticks
30 Cashews
15 Pistachios
1 Carmel Nip (30 calories)
Lunch
Greek Salad with Grilled Chicken
Oil & Vinegar Dressing
Dinner
Cajun Catfish
Grilled Asparagus
Dessert
You guessed it—chocolate fudgicle.
I was encouraged today by some co-workers, noting my plight, volunteering to gather a 'walking group' to walk around the nearby Charles river. I used to walk around the Charles river with Danvers, but he's gone now, so the offer was exciting. It's a very good walk—and I don't really like walking, so that's saying something. I also had to explain to Ruby why I couldn't eat any peaches (she has them in syrup in the tub frequently). In my inexplicable need to be obfuscationary and painfully honest, I told her that I couldn't eat peaches because I was "on a regimen." Of course, I needed to explain this further. Again she asked why. I said it was because "I had a big tummy." I think it was yesterday when she asked if I was pregnant. It's comments like that that really keep you clinging to your diet, no matter what kind of oatmeal and raisin cookies your wife traipses in the house.
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Amazing that the blog can replace the therapy experience, or at least the diet support group confessional. You are doing so well, Rob. I couldn't have gotten the chocolate monkey off my back without your inspiration. I wish I could eat some of the delicious Cadbury eggs on the top shelf of the cabinet...or Ruby's chocolate pudding.
I am laughing from what you compare your morning eggs to (last I remember was chewing on a mouse pad). You're almost at the finish line of phase one! How should we celebrate? I guess a giant dinner followed by a giant dessert is out. LOVE.
I thought carmel nips were 40 cal?
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