Diet Log : Day 11 ... The First Weigh In
Well, today is the day. The day I either make dreams fly or die. Did I stick to my goals? Ehh, some of them ... the important ones. Not a drop of alcohol ... drank 80oz of water MOST of the days ... didn't do a single bit of exercise ... I did eat beneath my set caloric goal of 1500 according to Myfitness Pal. Today is the day I see if it's done any good or if I'm doomed, and will have to sing "The Doom Song."
It all starts with the gentle nudgings of my girlfriend to tell me it's 5:55am ... FUCK ... FUCK I didn't set an alarm! My angel, while I frantically panic, goes and gets me clothes for the day and puts together my lunch for work. She's amazing like that, and always puts my food together because she knows I'll never be organized enough. In the throes of passion, and not the sexy kind, I ripped off my clothes, went to the bathroom to throw myself onto the scale. Gotta hurry this bitch up!
So ... I step on the scale, fully prepared to rage against the dying of the light that is my hope of getting underneath 200lbs this century, close my eyes, breathe, and wait. What will it say? It's just a number, and I don't want to make other people feel like crap in my quest for health so I hope y'all know I'm not trying to change anyone but myself.
218.2, y'all!!! I done lost 4.6lbs!!! FOUR POINT SIX POUNDS IN WEEK ONE.
Now to keep up the momentum, and then I just might be under 200lbs before I get the 'betus! Keep sending me your vibes, y'all! Cuz this no beer thing is for the birds.
Yaaaay!! Proud of you!!!
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