The Pillsbury Doughboy called

A.M. weigh-in: 170.4

I have been running or working out everyday (except Friday). I have not eaten an entire pizza, a dozen doughnuts, or a carton of Ben and Jerry’s. Not a single god-damn Twinkie. I should get a medal! OK, so I haven’t been perfect on plan. There have been Junior Mints (they were frozen. I AM only human!!) and a few Skinny Cow ice cream sandwiches. I shared an order of pretzel bites with Tad at the movies last night. I had a foot long Veggie from Subway with no cheese and only mustard for dressing. I eat a protein bar and try to get some sort of salad in every day. No burgers, no Taco Bell (since last weeks lesson-learned! Bean burritos are not really what they intend with carb-loading the night before a run!) I’ve not been pigging out. In fact, there have been tummy growls on more the one occasion as I laid my head down to sleep.

TOM did just arrive this morning, with a vengeance. Thinking about it now, I realize I’m a couple days late. Which means TOM is going to be just plain nasty. And sure enough, I feel like I am hemorrhaging to death. Thank god my desk is literally feet away from the bathroom. Sometimes I feel like the walking embodiment of the prom scene from Carrie!

Hopefully in a few days, all will be back to normal. And maybe this unexplained weight-gain will be gone with it. Fingers crossed.

2 Responses to “The Pillsbury Doughboy called”

  1. Really nice posts. I will be checking back here regularly.

  2. Really nice posts. I will be checking back here regularly.

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