2004-09-28 - 11:00 a.m.
no, i don't want any damn fruit cake
I finally stopped the major screwing up. I’ve had a decent week, too. Plenty of exercise. Eating has been fine. The scale was cooperating for the first few days, now it refuses to budge, which I think is a by-product of it being time to surf the crimson wave. I really hate the way my body feels the need to imitate a puffer fish once a month. Whatever. I’m going to WW on Thursday this week since I can’t make tonight’s meeting. I’m not entirely sure how it’s going to go, but at least I’m back on track. Someday before I’m 90 I’ll get the fucking 50 lb magnet. Maybe I should just steal one.
It’s also time to be on vigilant watch for holiday sabotage. America is such a fat fucking country that we have food themes for every holiday on the calendar. I refuse this year. Last year around the holidays I put 10 pounds back on, and I still want to beat the shit out of myself for that. Losing 10 pounds is over a month of struggle, and that’s if everything works out perfectly. Halloween can eat my ass. I’m a vegetarian, so turkey can go fuck itself for Thanksgiving. I’m going to try and have a nice variety of vegetable dishes, though. Christmas can also bite me. This time I refuse to let myself be talked into eating crap. “Just one plate” always turns into like 3 months of holiday fucking up.
And now for the mini goal I won’t reach, but will try in vain for anyway: 100 lbs lost by New Years. Which works out to be like 33 pounds to go. Just about 3 months to do it. It might not even be possible, but I’m going to go for it anyway.
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