245.5 – The Day Of Reckoning
I knew it was going to be bad. I just didn’t know how bad. I woke up this morning and got on the scale after a weekend in Indianapolis visiting my college room mate. And I’m officially the heaviest I’ve ever been. I can’t even begin to tell you how disappointing this is, but I can’t say that I’m all that shocked either.
When I got home last night I said to my wife, “You know… I really didn’t even eat that bad this weekend.” But then I thought about it and actually… I ate terribly.
Friday September 11th, 2015
- McDonald’s McMuffins for breakfast
- Kilroy’s bread sticks and nachos for dinner
- Beers
Saturday September 12th, 2015
- Doughnut for breakfast
- Pepperoni pizza slice for snack
- BW3 wings and fried pickles for lunch
- Qdoba steak burrito and chips/salsa for dinner
- Beers
Sunday September 13th, 2015
- Doughnut for breakfast
- Long John Silvers for lunch on the road
It doesn’t matter how healthy I ate when I got home for dinner (corned beef prepared by the wife). I completely fucked myself with the way I ate. How in the hell could I possibly even SAY that I didn’t eat that bad this weekend? How could those words even cross my lips? Maybe that’s my whole problem… I think I’m eating better than I actually am.
Time For A Restart
Needless to say, I need to start over. If I’ve got any chance to hit my 40 By 40 goal I’ve got to get my head out of my ass and get started. I’m hoping that most of that weight I put on over the weekend was just water / beer weight and tomorrow will be a much better (more true) number. As for today, I’ve been good… and I fully intend on staying that way – I WILL NOT STOP ON THE WAY HOME TODAY.
Had a hard boiled egg for breakfast, chicken and cabbage for lunch and water. That’s it. No snacks, no popcorn, no cheating. I believe this to be a pretty healthy eating regime and I’m going to stick to it. Guessing wife will have something relatively healthy (or at least the low carb option of corned beef) and I should be better off when I hit the scale in the morning.
I’m sick of being sick. I’m sick of being fat. They say you have to bottom out before you begin your recovery. I’d say I’m there.