Saturday evening, I went to dinner with the gamer crowd at Cracker Barrel. This was the first real test of willpower for me, because my usual meal is the Country Fried Steak dinner with all three of my sides being Mac & Cheese. And, of course, all the cornbread I can stuff into my stomach. So I was a little nervous. So nervous that I cut the size of my lunch meal in half to give me more room to cheat.
After looking over the menu, I didn’t see anything else that I really wanted, so I ordered the CFS. My sides were mac & cheese, green beans, and baby carrots. At the end of the meal, I was in physical pain. I thought my stomach might be about to rupture. This isn’t an exaggeration, either. There was a sharp stabbing pain anytime I moved.
I believe I can officially say that my stomach has started to shrink. Now if my belly will follow suit, I’ll be pretty damn happy.
In other news, I’m gearing up for my annual trip to Edisto Beach. Every year my family, and the family of my best friend, rent a house down on Edisto Island for Thanksgiving week. It’s a week of drinking, binge-eating, and fishing, and usually a good time for everyone. Because of my lifestyle change (I’m refusing to call it a diet, because that implies that it will end at some point.), though, I’m a little afraid of sitting around down there surrounded by unhealthy food and coolers full of beer for an entire week. So I told my mother that I wasn’t able to get the whole week off, and that I’d come down sometime on Wednesday. I’m not quite confident enough of my willpower to resist a week’s worth of temptation.
And finally, after a conversation with someone I care about last evening, I’m no longer going to write about Chicago here. I don’t write about her a lot now, but now it will be none at all. So just assume that she and I are happy. 🙂