I can't w-a-i-t . . .
Gosh, is it Wednesday already? Ok. Sunday, as hoped, I jumped right back into my good food rut. Rut Sweet Rut ohhowIlove My Rut!
But.
Monday, I decided to brave the Scalegod and see where I was. And where I was, was fucked. 185.4. Yeah. *sigh* At last week's official weigh-in I was at 182.8. This week -- the day after official weigh-in was supposed to take place, I was at 185.4. Soooo, naturally, being ME, I decided to experiment.
Instead of breakfast or lunch I consumed Atk1ns locarb shakes. Strawb for breakfast, choc for lunch. I ate cheese and pistachios for snacks. Wasn't really hungry (or really full, for that matter) all day. And that night I hit the veggies hard core. Oh, and all day I pushed the water intake. 4 big bottles (33.8 fl oz each) of water down the gullet.
I thought surely the next morning -- surely the NEXT MORNING -- the Scalegod would be kinder. But no.
185.6. Up 0.2 from Monday.
Hell -- it's Wednesday now and I can still feel the water retention in my fatFAT fingers. In any case, as far as experiments go? That was a bust.
Yesterday it was back to Rut Sweet Rut and no more foolin' around, hear? I've got 2.8 pounds to re-re-re-re-re-re-re-re-lose all over again. That could quite possibly take 2.8 weeks of good work, since I can only seem to lose a pound a week anymore.
I'm not letting myself get too wrapped around the axle about it. I looked at my wonderful dayt1mer and saw that so far, for the month of September, I've had only 3 off-program days. All I have to do is hold on for one more day, and I'll be ending the month with 27 on-program food days out of 30. That ROCKS!!
No matter what the frickin' Scalegod says. Who, by the way, I declined an audience with this morning.
Meanwhile -- I'm up to 171 pages on the work in progress. I cannot tell you how thrilled I am about this. I woke Scott up last night, just to remind him. Of course, that came with some very nice fringe benefits as well . . .