Well, it was D-Day for me. ‘D’ as in the word doom. Or perhaps ‘I’ as in implosion. I had started the week long diet at 179.0 pounds and I’m at 179.8 seven days later. So, it’s going to take a miracle for me to even get back to where I started by the time I go to bed! What the hell went wrong? I had no clue, other than to mention all the bad karma, that has been impacting all of us as a world, and as a nation. Still, I was rather proud that I hadn’t lost all sense of control. I decided to move forward with this last official diet day and go out with a bang!
9:00 AM – The morning breakfast was my standard egg, milk and toast deal with two slices of bacon. This New Year’s eve began with overcast skies and with rain promised to happen over the evening hours. Swell.
1:00 PM – It was time for lunch and that meant I was going to enjoy an official DanO Burger with a small side of steak fries! (Hey, it was the last day of this seven day effort and it was New Years eve. I thought I’d cut myself a break and cook up one of these wonders of the world)! For some reason, my belt felt a bit tight… I just went ahead and loosened it up a notch!
1:30 PM – Found me rooting around in the fridge….WTF?
4:00 PM – I managed to forego a dinner, settling for some light snack and a few beers. And that wrapped up this diet effort. Did I learn anything from it? Yes, I did. That is never to attempt such a thing in mid pandemic.