Day 63: Vacation Over, Passover Over, Weekend Over

There isn't enough cookie dough and pork fat in the world to quench the unquenchable desire to feed my anxiety with food. It is so common that that you spend much of your vacation a cranky, unspooling mess until the last few days, when you really hit your groove, know what you want to accomplish, and really start lightening up and enjoying the experience. Why that happens only at the end I'll never know. But it's happened to me and as I find myself in the last august evening before school starts again, I can only fret with dissapointment over opportunities missed, and the like. You are never more far off from your next vacation then at the end of the current one. In so many ways it is a sad, sad place to be, and if this was 64 days ago, I would be eating my way through this Sunday night like you read about. In fact, I'm almost certain that the "jaws of life" would have to be employed to get me out in the morning to kayak to work.

Breakfast
Strawberries
Almonds
8 oz. "Lite" Yogure

Snack
1 Cheese Stick
30 Pistachios
1 Chinese Pork Loin Strip
1 Granny Smith Apple

Lunch
Breast of Chicken
Blue Ribbons "Big Green Salad"

Dinner
1 Rib, 1 Piece of BBQ Chicken (no skin)
Grilled Asparagus
Fried Onions

After Dinner:
Sleep Enhancers.

To add to the 'first day back to work' woes, I must report to weigh in tomorrow and see if I was able to continue the losing streak—would my week of playing tennis and riding the stationary bike pass for three walks? We'll see if I have to back to Phase One or just start buring more calories. Today I rode my bike around the park four times—I didn't break a sweat, but I did feel part of my body wake up from their 20 year slumber. I can only hope that I get the excercise bug before I get down on my life—I saw some pictures taken of me from the party—and I thought "Oh my God, I still look fat." OF COURSE I LOOK FAT I WEIGH OVER 200 LBS!!!! But it has helped me find a little perspective on things. It's the witching hour, so I must go.