So I’m day two into trying my damndest to fit into That Dress. So far, so crazy. I’ve gotten in some decent exercise both days. My biggest difficulty will be resisting food cravings when they sprout up, and I’ve got more triggers than a Lone Ranger conference (thank you, I’m here all week). Boredom, anxiety, sleepiness, sadness and frustration all make me want to eat. So do daily associations (i.e. I regularly snack while playing on my computer) and I’m a sucka’ for the power of suggestion (I’m a marketing guy’s wet dream; I see an ad for ice cream, I want; drive by a sushi place, I want; read about food on someone’s blog, drooooool…)
I have a couple of strategies. The biggest one in my arsenal is to get up early to hit the gym, thus forcing me to go to bed early as nighttime = snacktime. I’ve also been chewing sugar free gum and swilling gallons of tea anytime a craving kicks in.
I'm hoping to get in a lengthly walk with the puppy tonight, and then hit the hay early.
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A somewhat pretentious title, but genuinely how I feel. I want to lose the last 15 lbs, but not without losing my sense of irony. I don't want to be melodramatic about weight loss (although I might indulge in a "woe-is-me" every now and then), 'cause it's not life altering, so I shouldn't pretend that it is.
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