Day 7, 8, & 9: The Debate to Cheat (on a diet, not my wife)

Days 7, 8, & 9

I don't look this bad but I sure feel it.

Well, ok I know it looks like I got really lazy and haven’t wrote anything since Day 6, but life has done nothing but throw us curve balls every step of the way over the past few days.  This blog however is not about personal family drama, nay this is about losing weight which is something I’m proud to say that I have been doing a lot of since I last wrote and you read.  On day 6 I was struggling on when to do my actual cheat day.  I didn’t want to give in and eat a bunch of crap because I was scared that it would screw up my progress, even though the diet includes a mandatory cheat day.  I just didn’t see how I would fair well by eating fast food and candy bars all day and turn around and eat healthy again. 

If you haven't ate one of these, they are good
enough to make you consider suicide.

On day 7 I decided I would try it and for breakfast I had a Reese’s Peanut Butter Candy Bar.  Don’t get me wrong it was delicious and savory but I felt something akin to murderer’s guilt after eating it.  I thought, “Oh God, what have I done?”   I felt like I had just killed myself with deliciousness.  So for the rest of the day, I ate really healthy and went to the gym.  I’ve been eating spinach, broccoli, carrots, and black beans every single day.  So on that day I really pounded them.  At the end of the day, the candy bar didn’t really make a difference; I didn’t gain a pound.

Back in the day this was a mere appetizer

On day 8, I was clean the whole day….well except that huge spoonful of Nutella but who’s counting that?  Day 8 was a lot of gym work and honestly I kind of forgot to eat very much that day.  I’m not trying to be anorexic but it was like I literally forgot at times.  To put that weirdness into perspective, when I was in high school I used to be able to down a whole bucket of chicken with all the sides in one sitting, I used to get disapproving stares from the workers at Chinese buffets, and I was once asked to leave a Ryan’s in Atlanta (but that was more a combination of me eating too much and perhaps some THC-product)  So me forgetting to eat, is like Peyton Manning forgetting how to throw a TD.  It’s a scientific phenomenon.

Nonetheless, they are still yummy

On day 9, I thought back about the other day when I had my candy bar.  I thought, “Well, that didn’t seem to hurt anything” and so I thought I would do another slight cheat.  So I had a hamburger from Lynn Garden Restaurant and it was oh so yummy.  I got it plain but that was fine with me; I don’t like a lot of junk on my burger.  I like to taste the cow.  I like to taste its feelings and emotions.  I like to imagine it grazing around a field eating hay, hanging with its cow friends, crapping all over the place, and then Mr. Farmer coming along to put the cow into the “Patty wagon” and sending it off to slaughter.  Mmmmm so good.   What?  Was that a little too weird?  Sorry, I just really enjoy animal meat.  Chances are that whole little scenario is completely off anyway.  It was probably from a cow that was jammed into a 100 yard squared off patch with about 5,000 other cows being fed steroids and cow brains and slaughtered in the factory.  See my vision was better wasn’t it?  Anyway besides the burger I stuck to the diet, worked out hard, and am glad to report further weight loss.

As of today, I’m weighing in at 290 (I think, like I said we have Jackson Pollack-scales).  I started out at around 305 to 310, so that’s definitely some progress.  Katie is still on her HCG and hates it a little more each day.  I don’t think I could ever recommend that diet to anyone.  It messes with your hormones, it makes you sick, and you starve, but watch me get desperate enough to do it eventually when I hit a diet wall.  So today is starting off Day 10 and I have to get my day going.  I’ll end with “What did we learn today?”

·         Incremental cheating might be the best way to go (less guilt)

·         Reese’s Peanut Butter Bars are delicious but induce murderous guilt

·         Cows are delicious…no matter where they come from

·         We need a new house so that our scales will be accurate and I can tell whether or not I’m still fat.