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fatrockstarAccording to my BFL schedule today is a free day. Free from exercising, free from dieting... it's like a "reset" button. The logic is when I get back to the gym on Thursday I will be able to reap the benefits of starting fresh with minimal damage to my progress. Kind of like a refeed. I always enjoyed the free day of BFL challenges past -- they made the diet part bearable.
Here's the problem: I'm not really aching to eat a cheesecake or anything else that might otherwise be taboo. I'm wondering if I should force myself to swing by Dairy Queen on my way to rehearsal tonight.
Come to think of it, my appetite has been pretty subdued ever since I left Big G. Without the bottomless bins of candy and snacks right around the corner I'm not tempted to think "well, a little chocolate won't hurt." I'm just not hungry, and I'm not eating when I'm not hungry. My standard lunchtime has always been around 1 or 2, but at the office it wasn't a good idea to hit the trough so late. You might as well skip.
So I eat breakfast. I eat lunch. I chew gum. My tummy trouble has reduced significantly. With Garret's mobility reduced to arm's reach and the bathroom I'm cooking for both of us. We've eaten a LOT of salads this week. Crispy chicken salad, cobb salad, chicken caesar salad, taco salad...
Maybe I should just go to the 7-11 up the street and buy a fucking hershey bar so I can say I splurged. Or not.
I would not be surprised if next Monday's weigh-in showed progress. I am looking forward to dipping below 200 by New Year's. Once that goal is reached I can start running again.
Here's the problem: I'm not really aching to eat a cheesecake or anything else that might otherwise be taboo. I'm wondering if I should force myself to swing by Dairy Queen on my way to rehearsal tonight.
Come to think of it, my appetite has been pretty subdued ever since I left Big G. Without the bottomless bins of candy and snacks right around the corner I'm not tempted to think "well, a little chocolate won't hurt." I'm just not hungry, and I'm not eating when I'm not hungry. My standard lunchtime has always been around 1 or 2, but at the office it wasn't a good idea to hit the trough so late. You might as well skip.
So I eat breakfast. I eat lunch. I chew gum. My tummy trouble has reduced significantly. With Garret's mobility reduced to arm's reach and the bathroom I'm cooking for both of us. We've eaten a LOT of salads this week. Crispy chicken salad, cobb salad, chicken caesar salad, taco salad...
Maybe I should just go to the 7-11 up the street and buy a fucking hershey bar so I can say I splurged. Or not.
I would not be surprised if next Monday's weigh-in showed progress. I am looking forward to dipping below 200 by New Year's. Once that goal is reached I can start running again.
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