[The original post on this topic stated what I am planning to do: 70% fat and that's pretty much it. Still eating junk...]
Day 3, Tuesday, August 6, 2013 – 208.8
Nice to see the scale go down. I wasn’t sure that would happen given what I ate the day before (ramen noodles?!?). I am 18.9 pounds from my goal 27 days from now, which to restate is to at least touch a number below 190 during this experiment.
I’ve spent a lot of time tracking – hell – a good part of this blog is my tracking ad nauseum – but I spent most of that time tracking how much I’ve lost rather than focusing on how far I am from my goal.
Do details like this matter? Is how you think about your diet impact your weight loss? I think it does, and part of this experiment is to prove or disprove this.
As to coffee, I’ve attained a ‘new normal’. I can get by without headaches if I have my 24 to 36 ounces of coffee. While I crave more, it’s not a particularly hard craving to ignore, though perhaps it explains my ‘overcalorifying’ of the past few days. The brain finally works at what seems to be the same level it used to before the radical caffeine reduction – and I’m a little calmer.
Alas, I wrote the above before the afternoon descended on me like a crate of ball-peen hammers. Ugh. Strike that ‘calm’ comment – OK? Anyway, once I had a number of things out of the way – at least for a small patch of time, I grabbed the sour cream – 1/2 cup and had that around 3pm for my first meal. Don’t think I was starving before this – I wasn’t – and it seems the overall reduction of coffee has lessened the occasional sick feeling that one might expect in a person who once drank coffee by the pot and not eat.
Again, my rule is: – when hungry – eat. I’m not eating by the clock or by the the varying recommendations of a line of ‘experts’ one-thousand experts deep. Just when I’m hungry. I also made a pot of decaf coffee which I had with cream simply as a comfort food of sorts. It’s like my daughter’s teddy bear – a comforting friend though I know it (the coffee) isn’t real.
I had a big mug with 2 tablespoons of heavy cream. My decaffeinated teddy bear, comforting me in a stressful moment.
And perhaps in retrospect, reaching for a stimulant during similar times in the past might not have been the good idea I thought it was at the time.
Life never ceases to be a continuous and surprising revealing of the full extent of my own stupidity. Quite interesting if you take it in the proper spirit.
I had another cup and a slightly aggressive pour of the cream probably ended up in 3 tablespoons of the stuff. No matter – it’s good cream, it tasted good, and I enjoyed it.
Before leaving work I grabbed maybe 2 ounces of roast beef and 2 tablespoons of butter. This was supposed to hold me over until I got home, but as you’ll see, that didn’t happen.
It was ‘Takeout Tuesday’ where I usually pick up some fast food for the kids. Today they wanted KFC. I know me well enough that there was no way I would tough out KFC in the house without some, so I ordered 2 of the grilled chicken thighs – not a bad choice if you are low carb and eating at KFC.
I figured that I would have them at home with the kids. I didn’t expect I wouldn’t even get out of the freakin’ parking lot before they were both consumed, however.
Regardless, I was still on track for the day and if I minded my Ps and Qs in the evening I would be fine.
I was not fine. The kids had made mashed potatoes to go with the KFC and I had brought home biscuits as well. I ended up having maybe 4 tablespoons of the mashed potatoes with at least 2 tablespoons of butter, as well as some of the biscuits with another tablespoon of butter.
I also had one of the Colonels’ extra-crispy wings.
Another day technically within bounds – but so wrong.