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July 20, 2004
CONFESSIONAL
Okay, maybe I am being a little hard on myself (shut up, Doc!)... after all, I did tear a muscle in my leg a month ago and was given doctors' orders to rest it for 4-6 weeks... which I ignored, and promptly bruised my heel badly enough that I am still unable to put my full weight on it comfortably. So I guess in theory, being unable to get to the gym does grant me some excuse.
However, I'm not going to use that excuse. I "determined" back at the beginning of June that I was going to drop 25 pounds by Labor Day... and was going to get serious about it. Yeah... and OJ's out there right now looking for the real killer.I'm flopping on this effort, flopping like a fish out of water. (No, Doc, I did not say like a whale out of water.) Sure, I can't hit the gym... but I was only able to remain "serious" about eating smarter for about two weeks before I reverted to my old junk-eating form. Whatever good I did in those first couple of weeks, I've undid since.
I guess my options now are to a) quit fighting my fate as an increasingly porkiful Mudge; now that Brando's gone, the world needs a new guy who doesn't like most of the world and bloats for the effort; or b) decide that if you fall off the bike, you get back on and ride again - so I won't be down 25 pounds by Labor Day, and so I've pretty much wasted 7 weeks... just need to restart the plan, right?
I'm leaning toward Brandoizing.
