I know a lot of people who read this will think I'm a low-life, but I'm not. I swear. I am at home in bars, strip clubs, and pool halls. I like book stores, coffee shops, concerts, good resteraunts, and such too. But ya' know something about pool halls and half naked women that gets me. But they are culinary toxic waste dumps. Add beer to hot wings and fries and damn, you have the average american body.
I cannot sit in a strip club and not drink. Beyond my self-control. and if I have one or two "skinny-mixes" IE vodka tonic or light rum and diet coke my inhibition leaves and I get beer. Cause I pretty much can't stand hard alcohol. Then I wake up about 2 lbs heavier ( I'm extremely carb sensative ).
I decided no more bars, strip clubs, or alcohol. Not forever, just not right now. Decide means to cut.
So I decided this a little while back, that and to go back on strict no carb ( I hate it but it works for me the best ). Decide means to cut.
So I've dropped 11 lbs in the last few weeks ( water weight I'm sure from no carbs ).
So tonight I was STARVING and we have no low-carb food in the house and we're broke untill tommorrow at 8am. It's like that a lot around here. 7 people 1 income.
There is a whole Peter Pipers pizza in the fridge. Extra large even. Whole. Just sitting there mocking me. So I break down, brag 2 slices, toss them in the microwave, heat them up, pull them out and take a huge bite.
I chewed it up to the point of swollowing and then just thought. Decide means to cut.
So I spit it out, and tossed the pizza in the trash and filled up a big glass of water.
New goal 198 by may 6th, my birthday.