Descending Coke Mountain
Well, the two weeks sans Diet Coke has been completed, and for all my hemming and hawing about the stuff since I started the blog, that crap was ridiculously easy to say goodbye to. That didn’t make for an interesting read, I apologize. I will think of something guaranteed to be more exciting for next time, like for two weeks I’ll only eat things I can successfully steal from a bear, or see how well my diet does when punching is my only utensil.
It might be because it’s kind of nice outside, or because I’m currently in a race with Youtube to finish this update before the end of “The Decline,” but I’m completely absorbed by that memory of summer that only teenagers get. Or maybe it’s just that I woke up this morning with the most intense craving I’ve experienced in recent memory. For Kix.
I don’t own a bowl and, if my life depended on it, I could fudge a spoon, but I certainly don’t have any milk. Reagrdless, put those kid-tested/mother-approved corn balls into my face like five minutes ago.
Today’s weigh in put me right at 265. This is acceptable. I don’t think this is going to be a great week for my diet, as it’s my stupid birthday this week and I’m going to be preoccupied. I do want to cut out cheat days altogether for a week or two, just to see what happens to my body. This probably isn’t the week to try it, but I’m mentally preparing myself for the hardship of saying farewell to buns for awhile.
I totally lost the race against Youtube. Mainly because my first three drafts were not of a quality you would come to expect from a reputable site such as this... Paragraph after paragraph about “Depressed fat guy hates his birthday”? I’m a walking cliche sometimes.
