At least I only ate two, right? But then there's the whole butter-and-gravy thing. Dang ...
OK, so I fell off the wagon last night. Actually, I kicked myself off the wagon, fell in a ditch and wallowed around in it for a while.
The first day of my ever-lovin' lifestyle change (seriously, we need a new name for it -- Hell sounds good right about now) ended on a sour note. More like salty, really -- buttered biscuits with sausage gravy, to be precise. That was preceded by three pieces of left-over pizza. I woke up this morning relatively depressed at my laziness in sticking to my new diet regimen. So this isn't so much Day 2 as it is Day 1: Again. Or Part Deux, the Sequel, the Do-Over, whatever -- I'm on a roll today. Sadly, not a hot buttered one, but things are in motion along a more positive path.
So here's yesterday's food diary, in keeping with my public promise:
Breakfast: Nothing (stupid mistake)
Lunch: Grilled chicken salad with salsa
Dinner: Roasted turkey (the sandwich variety -- too lazy to make a sandwich) and a bag of steamable broccoli
10:30 p.m. snack: Three pieces of pizza
Midnight snack: Two buttered biscuits with sausage gravy
But, to my credit, I did completely avoid caffeine, so woohoo. Oh! So I'm joining a gym by Friday, right? I checked out the new Y downtown -- love it, fabulous facility. Shadey and I took a tour thanks to a really nice Y guy, who showed us the locker rooms and the really cool hot tub/sauna area, which was between the men's and women's locker areas. Being the brilliant person I am, I asked, "So is it bi-sexual?" The correct word, kids, is "co-ed" -- just FYI.
Peace, love and bi-saunas ... xoxo
