Today just proved that I don't have a ton of willpower. I had a milkshake. A medium one. It wasn't exactly my intent. I wasn't planning on having ice cream at all. Chrissy and I took Elizabeth to the park after I got out of work. On the way home, I decided I was going to treat them to some ice cream. I wasn't going to order anything, but the words slipped out of my mouth. "Small vanilla shake." Well, at least I ordered a small. That's not what I got. I got a medium instead. The waitress apologized. Damn right, she should apologize! I didn't want to go that far off the path, but she pushed it on me! DQ is the dietary equivalent to crack! I also realized that as I'm drinking this dairy narcotic that milkshakes have two detrimental qualities. One, they come in opaque containers. This makes it difficult to gauge visually how much you've drunk. And second, their weight to mass ratio is all out of whack! You make it through 3/4 of the cup and it doesn't feel really any lighter, but make it to 25/32 of the cup, and suddenly you feel just how empty it is! And that's about how much I had before succumbing to the realization that I spoiled my diet. Again.
Now, I'm not beating myself up. No, if I've learned anything about myself, I've learned that if I don't get back on that horse, the damn creature is going to drag me to my destination. Tomorrow, I'll resolve to do better, because if you can't forgive yourself, how the hell is anyone else going to?
I digress. Today was a pretty good day otherwise. Except that my salad this afternoon just didn't taste right. It looked alright, but past the lips it was not what I had hoped it would be. Could have been the tuna, or the dressing, or likely the lettuce. I don't know, but I wound up tossing half of it. Damn shame, too. I was so looking forward to it. Lettuce not dwell, for we are not in a pickle.
Chicken with rice, an egg and cheese bagel, and a subway chicken breast grinder pretty much was the standard fare. I need to pick something else to break up the monotony. I'm out of tuna for the moment. I'm out of peanuts, too. I have the protein shake powder now, and it's yummy! Crap, sarcasm doesn't translate as well in text. Ah well. It's not that it's horrible. It just has a weird aftertaste.
Took a walk today. 5 laps around the track. Tried running for the last lap, and wound up tossing my mp3 player in the process. I lost the battery cover, but it works fine without. Tomorrow is my weekly workout with Danny and Rachel, and I can't wait! I hope to take another walk again tomorrow during lunch. Gotta stay in the habit, right?
Tomorrow is Weight-In Wednesday, and that means I need your guesses! Ok, need is a strong word. I'd like your guesses. Last week, I lost a pound to bring me down to 279.2. I didn't stick completely with my diet, and wasn't as active as I wanted to be, so I'm not sure how much I've lost, if any. I don't think it's much, but I guess we'll find out in the morning. You'll find out tomorrow night. Well, I'd better get to bed. 'night all!
See ya on the flipside!
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