Tueday night Postscript/Diet thoughts...

Let me post again and say more:

For the past two weeks, I've been on a diet. I haven't slipped once. Well, not entirely. My "free" meals at Pondo have been increasing. It seems that there I can eat chicken wings (about 5-9) and mashed potatoes and get away with it. But its still wrong. At McDonalds, I've stayed strong and ate fruit snacker salads and apple dippers. But ALOT of my new favorite sandwich: The GRILLED CHICKEN MCRIB! You get a grilled chicken classic sandwich plain (6 grams) and add barbque sauce lightly to each side. It tastes EXACTLY like a McRib!!! Now, if it were a REAL McRib, I would be in trouble, but at the most, that sandwich is 9grams of fat! So, I've been going buck wild on chicken (no pun intended).

The only true time I slipped was Saturday, when the wife and I ate at Bennigans. I had the chicken strips and fries no salt. But, it was ALL I ate that day.

So far, I've survived and done pretty well. I've lost around 12-16 pounds, depending on which scale we are going by. And let me tell you the truth:

I judged those 16 pounds by this scale we have here at work. In my view, its not quite accurate. It says I am 302. Kelly bought an electronic scale. One of those fancy ones that give you a target weight according to your height and what you lose daily. That scale says I haven't lost a damn thing. Its at 314. So, which one do I go by?

So after that I got discouraged. Today, those old feelings came back. "Aw c'mon, why are you depriving yourself? HAve a Quarter Pounder and fries! Why not? You're happy as you are, just eat what you want! Who cares what others think!" But luckily, I didn't give in and I ate a Grilled Chicken (McRib).

So, when is the point that I become a recovering foodaholic?

Tonight at the newspaper job, I was so hungry and I wanted bad food. REALLY BAD! But I ended up settling for a Rice Krispy Treat from the gas station. It was 8 grams. Not too bad, but again, a step in the sordid direction. Later, I was looking up pics from comic cons and certian artists I look up to. How awesome they dress, how great their life is. So, I got up and walked around my building for 45 minutes listening to my IPOD.

I got some exercise and felt better about myself. It was a weak moment and I didn't really give in. As much as I wanted to drive to Burger King and get the biggest Triple Bacon Whopper ever, I didn't give in. Do I pat myself on the back? Not really. I've been sluggish at this thing. And with this whole scale issue, I don't know really where I am. All I know is I cannot keep losing focus like this. I need to keep it in line. Good thing I bought the ROCKY soundtrack this weekend. Looks like I'll need to be listening to that training montage music more! I start an exercise regimine tomarrow!

Gotta Fly Now.

T