So, on Wednesday, I just couldn't stick around the office during lunch, so I invited a few friends to go this little Greek place I like. I usually get a Greek salad there with some grilled chicken. The meal is pretty good, for a decent price. I like it because it is pretty compliant with my diet.
I was really excited because I had not been out to eat with my friends in a while. Since I am always the life of the party (j/k), they were all excited for me to come along. We ordered our food, and Nick started into some political discussion that is completely taboo and that you should never really talk about with coworkers in a public setting. Anyway, as he is talking, our food comes and we start eating. I get about a third of the way through this awesome salad, enjoying every single bite, and then I see it, this long, black hair.
I grew up with my mom and aunt telling "nursing" stories at the dinner table. I can eat through just about anything, and other than looking at pictures of shark bites (which for some reason just really freak me out), there is almost nothing that turns my stomach--except having something like a hair in my food. What is worse, Mia is currently working on a science fair project in which she is studying bacteria. For one of the experiments, I have a petri dish with a strand of Maggie's hair on it. You would be amazed at how many different colors colonies of bacteria have, and how many different bacteria live on one strand of human hair.
So, in an instant, my appetite was gone (though my hunger, strangely, was not). I came back to the office, rather dejected, thinking about my fatness, and I thought: "What am I going to do?" Here I am, completely successful from October to January. I lose 30 odd pounds, plus another 10 or 12 that I had lost over the summer--about 42 pounds in all--and I am sitting here unable to take things to the next level. I have been fluctuating back and forth for over two and a half months now, and I am tired of it.
So, I have a new plan, and I hope you can help me with it. I am going on a cruise in about seven weeks. I want to lose 15 pounds in those seven weeks, which I don't think is too terribly outrageous. To do this, I would like all of your help by forcing me to be accountable. I don't have a problem disappointing myself (I have been doing that for years), but I do not like disappointing others. So, every night, before I go to bed, I am going to tell you what I have eaten, how long I have exercised, and what my weight fluctuation has been. If I have eaten something bad or failed to exercise or somehow completely screwed up, you may each publicly flog me on this blog or on the street, if I happen to see you there.
What do you say, can you help me out? Naturally, I will start doing this on Monday.
2 comments:
you know i will.
okay, so you lost me here. How does finding a hair in your food have anything to do with feeling dejected and fatness. And, by the way, you can't claim that adjective anymore, because you are not. The brilliantness of the hair is that it made you stop eating where you probably should have b.c what you failed to tell your blog following is that while the food is good and at a decent price, the portion sizes are for a family of fourteen. So, hail the hair!
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