| 2012.02.27 |
I was given plenty of compliments from the in-laws when I saw them the other night. We shared
a late dinner upon their return from a trip out of town, and they seemed to notice the
changes I’ve been making.
I’m incredibly grateful.
Tipped the scales at 238.0 this morning. Only 2 1/2 pounds to go before I hit the big two-oh.
I’m feeling pretty darn good. I miss pasta and cookies (I’m ashamed of what I’d do for a Klondike
bar)* but I’m so in love with the results I’ve been getting, I’m motivated to keep shoveling that
broccoli down my suck.
For other foods, there are workarounds. My bride found low-carb tortilla shells at the store a
couple of weeks ago, and so I’ve asked her to consider making “Sloppy Joes” using them.
(Well, more correctly, she can make her food the regular way and mine this way.)
I think at this point she’s completely given up on the diet. On this diet, anyway. I say this
because we’ve been to Applebee’s several times in the past couple of weeks, and on each visit
I got to watch her eat a potato skins appetizer.
Now that I’m down as far as I am (I’m on the doorstep of having only 10 pounds left until my goal!),
I feel pretty comfortable with the idea of climbing back on the bike when warmer temps come to stay.
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