This weekend was TOUGH on me. I didn’t have a cheat day, I had a cheat weekend.
My wife and I went to a fund raiser on Friday at a bar, an Irish bar, with Guinness and I love me some Guinness. I sucked down beers, ate slices of pizza and sang Irish songs like a frat boy. And no, I don’t get workout credit for singing or lifting pint glasses. The only upside is that Guinness Stout is a good beer and lower in alcohol and calories than Coors or Bud.
On Saturday, my wife was competing in the Guacamole Bowl, which is a fund raiser for the Special Olympics. I ate guacamole and salty tortilla chips for two hours, it was good.
Later that day, we went to another fund raiser for homeless/runaway teens which was in yet another bar. What is it with fund-raisers and bars? I drank a couple of vodka tonics and ate really bad bar food and tried not to think about my diet. I got horrible heart burn, ya think, later that night.
On Sunday, my wife and I did a couple of chores, watched our Netflix queue of movies and I, again, ate like crap.
I have to be good this week, I have to be good this week, I have to be good this week because next Saturday is St. Patrick’s day.
I’ve gone from 196 to 182 (14 pounds) since Jan 1st. I have yet to get my fat content rechecked but at the beginning of the year, it was in the 30 percentile range. I’m assuming that it’s lower now until next week when I get it checked. My current target weight is still in the 170ish range.
I guess the
I’ve plateaued in
As with any diet, you’ll only stick to it as long as you understand that you can’t be perfect every single day. I’m on 1700 kcals a day but my trick is that I only follow it 6 days a week which give me 1 day out of the week to include “cheat day”.