So just when I'm patting myself on the back for losing weight, I feel a knife there. That's right, sabotage. It all started when I took a pass on a birthday party for Tri-pod (son of the infamous Jano), one of the Chib's many cousins. You see, the party was in a Chucky Cheese type place in NYC and my son was going to be in Princeton until 4pm. After some discussion about the after-party, I decided we could somehow make at least that. And how was a repaid???
THEY SERVED PIZZA. And of course, I hadn't planned on going so I'd already eaten one normal meal that day, so tragedy struck and I ate a slice and a half of the evil sustenance. Nice. What's worse is now I sound like some uptight model, bitching about how she pigged out and ate a slice of pizza. Well, screw em all. I have found that I can eat one small meal a day, drink a slim-fast or at worse, two to replace the other meals and I will lose weight. If it works, it works. And thus I am back on track. You will notice the graph goes up, and comes back down. I WILL win the bet. Jano should count his lucky stars. I have found a system that works, and I will use it not just for this bet, but for my own ends to get down to the weight I should have gotten down to last February.
My only weakness has been the damn commercials. I could SOOOOOO go for a large bucket of that new Chipolte Extra Crispy KFC. Fortunately, the one near my house is so incompetent, I have never gotten what I'd originally ordered, so the temptation is less... though I do sometimes think of looking up the next nearest one. I also had a breakdown when South Park had the episode of Rob Reiner coming to town to stop big tobacco, and eating hamburger after hamburger the whole episode. I missed the end because I was at the Wendy's drive thru (Open 'till 2am!).
Seven more lbs and I will be at the minimum goal of 20lbs. Another 5lbs on top of that and I will be free and clear.