Sunday 27 November 2011

Day 29: Sunday November 27

Weight: 189.0
Energy: great
Breakfast: toast
Lunch: poached fish and potatoes
Dinner: leftover vegetable soup
Cravings: not having to worry about accidentally eating something forbidden
Superpowers: I can see the future, and it is beefalicious
Notes:  Unless you have quit 42 things cold turkey for 30 days, you may have trouble imagining how happy I am to be writing about day 29.  I know that in some ways the whole thing has been kind of goofy, with the big list and the cheque to Oprah.  But at the end of this experiment, I will have kicked alcohol, caffeine, television, gambling, salted snacks, candy and desserts for a month.  That’s a big deal.  It’s almost a shame I don’t smoke and do drugs so I could be even more proud of myself.  I’ve also lost 8 pounds in 4 weeks - if I could do that again, I’d have my weight right where I want it.  Maybe most importantly, while I’m craving a few things (a glass of wine, a nice little steak, a few episodes of The Ultimate Fighter) I’m not craving a return to my previous consumption patterns.  Maybe it’s a good idea to stop and re-calibrate my lifestyle every once in a while.

1 comment:

  1. I think this is a good post to (in a very untimely manner) defend my ruling on allowing this to continue after the 1 or 2 stupid milk creamers. An once of milk drunk by mistake is a shitty failure story, it was as you said, a lapse of concentration, not a failure. Grasping a full cold litre container of milk from the fridge and yelling "FUCK THIS, I WANT MILK!!!" and chugging it so fast it spills down your t-shirt and possibly into your boxers as well, then you crumple to floor pounding the fridge door until your knuckles bleed sobbing "Damn you Oprah, DAMN YOU!". That's how you fail while I'm in charge.

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