I had decided that I was going to give myself the weekends to indulge myself in the crap that I wanted to have to eat and have all the awesome delicious charred animal I could take. This didn't even last a day.
After being good all week, and not having any meat at all (I only had dairy actually) I had not lost one pound. Not even an ounce. I was starting to lose faith in the miraculous fix I had found back in October. Saturday morning came around and my wedding ring was falling off my finger. Literally. I could not keep it on. I decided that night I was going to indulge and have a DAMN STEAK. So I did. We went to Applebees and I had a DAMN STEAK. I wanted it. I needed it. I made sweet oral love to this steak and my mouth thanked me for it.
I woke up this Sunday morning bloated as hell. Grilled salty semi bloody medium rare meat was NOT what my body wanted. Yet I noticed that my clothes are HANGING on me. My pants are baggy and my shirt is literally hanging on me. I may not be losing pounds, but I am losing inches. All in all its not too bad. It is now Monday and I am going to step my game up.
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