So, the good news is that I am theoretically on track! Not bad for 11 days after an official start, right?
All I need to do is lose a single pound in four days and, given my usual self, that would normally seem reasonable.
Of course, normal isn't exactly the word of the day around
here. I fear my lovely success has more to do with the fact that I've been laid
up with a fairly nasty cold for the past few days than any true righteous
effort on my part. The thing about losing weight by just not eating? That
weight tends to come back the moment you start eating again, even if you are
being good.
As a side-note, I've been in the house with a gallon of Tiger’s
Milk ice cream for a good three days now. No desire whatsoever to eat it. I’m
not sure whether I want to blame that on the cold or just a general lack of
enthusiasm for life.
I mean… come on. The day that Tiger’s Milk Ice Cream doesn't
appeal is the day you are at least a little dead inside.
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