Week 3: Fin

The Week of Treats is officially over, and it's time to put this train back on track. I broke my stride ever so slightly this week, partaking in such things as glasses of milk, bites of ice cream, ginger snaps, and today - oh, the humanity! - a couple handfuls of unroasted peanuts. Just kill me now!

The good news about all these little excursions away from my goal is that each time I had a little snack, I was pissed at myself because I knew with each little bite that I was making it harder for myself to lose the weight, even if it was just tiny rewards. I know I have time, but I'll be damned if I want to allow myself to get into the mindset that I can coast for now and make it up later. I was bound to have at least one bad week; I just didn't think it would be the third one.

So how'd I do?

WEIGHT AFTER THREE WEEKS - MIDNIGHT, MONDAY, MAY 3, 2010: 283.1 LBS. (-2 LBS.)

As you can probably tell, after A New Hope in Week 1 (major, life-changing) and The Empire Strikes Back in Week 2 (a personal best in its own right), Week 3 was obviously bound to be Return of the Jedi (hey, it's better than nothing). I'm going to have to amp up this week if I want to keep this going. No more snacks, no more milk, nothing but the strict diet that I strayed from a bit this week. Anyway, I'm tired, only slightly skinnier this week, a little annoyed with myself, so I'm going to bed. Say good-night, left bicep.


("Good night, left bicep. Ppppphhhhhh!!!")

How do I feel at this exact moment? On a scale of Olga Sherer to Gilbert Grape's mom, I'm definitely a John Travolta: I'm going to have my good ones and bad ones, and the weight won't always fall off so easy. Just as long as Week 4 isn't my Battlefield Earth week, I should be ok.