Well, as you can see I forgot to weigh myself. I had my phone on the counter in the bathroom by my scale and I got distracted by the several messages I missed. My buddy that I was playing in fantasy football wanted to make sure that I was aware he had come from behind and beat me by 3 points as a result Jordan Reed going nuts in last night MNF game. Sorry I don't have a weight for you. Just know the fantasy gods punished me already.
Those damn cheesecake squares are still in the office. I suck so I ate two more. I know, you're talking to your computer screen right now "You said you were going to stop! Didn't you run the mantra 'Don't be a fat fuck!' through your head? Just don't go near the treats man. It's easy!". Well, it's not easy. That's how I got to be a fat fuck in the first place. I'm working on it. I didn't eat a dozen of them and I ate pretty well the rest of the day. So, I didn't completely fall off the wagon. Just a momentary lapse of control. I just can't get to that point where I say "Fuck it. I'm never going to be a normal weight, might as well really enjoy myself". You just have to realize what your doing and do better the next time.
Today's meals:
Breakfast: Oatmeal with honey
Lunch: Chobani Greek yogurt, string cheese, and a handful of pistachios
Snack: 2 cheesecake squares, Diet Mt Dew, a glass of real Mt Dew, homemade popcorn, several seasoned crackers
Dinner: Chicken breast with cream of mushroom rice and cooked spinach
Exercise: Nope
So, probably could have done with half of the crackers I snacked on and half the cheesecake crack deals. I could definitely tell that I ate too much .. more specifically too much shitty food. The heartburn is instant feedback. Just gotta do better tomorrow than I did today.
Twenty-one days down.
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