After a four day bender I am ready to begin. Today I ate mostly leftovers, more of those taquitos, the last cinnamon roll, a couple fistfuls of chips, and probably the most sensible thing I've eaten since this started which was Kellie's oriental-ish chicken and rice. And Pepsi.
Aaaaah Pepsi. I love Pepsi. Delicious, bubbly goodness. I have at different times in my life consumed as much as 104 oz of Pepsi a day. Morning, noon, and night, it's always Pepsi time. At 150 calories per can, this can't be helping my situation. I haven't really decided where I come down on diet soda's as they relate to dieting. No calories sure, but they taste like low-grade medical waste, and how can something so brown and full of flavor(good or bad) have no food value whatsoever? I have been experimenting with some of them and the most palatable of them is Coke Zero. Also, it is available in fountain form at gas stations. This might be the crutch I need.
I have to be honest, I feel a little like a shotgun-bride the night before the wedding. I know it's something that needs to happen, but I am afraid of the misery I will soon be going through. I am spurred on by an incident that happened last night. Getting ready for bed I stepped on the scale. In my underwear. The number that came up did NOT begin with a one. I stepped off and back on, and it was confirmed. I peeled off my underwear, and thankfully, saw 199.8. This is just the latest in a long list of things in my life that I just snuck in under wire on. Of course your heavier in the evening, and even tonight things have improved. But it served to remind me that it's time to do this.
When next you hear from me, I will likely be...hungry.
And as promised. Chubby guy porn. Not only does it show a desperate need for window treatments, but my nipple line is a good two inches below where it should be. Let's call this "before".