Frying In My Own Fat Week One: Happy Hour Proves Less Than Happy For Fitness Challenge
So one week has gone by since I launched the "I'm-Frying-In-My-Own-Fat" Weight Loss Challenge. Since I've only gotten a few people saying they'd join me in this challenge, I can only assume that (1) the news reports saying we are fast becoming a nation of fatsos is a false left wing/right wing (pick one) conspiracy or (2) you've given up.
I wish my quest to lose weight was as simple as giving up eating pig's feet, but since I never ate those to begin with my weight loss would be zero.
I sure picked an odd time to start this challenge launching it right when it was time to go back-to-school and put up with a week of teacher professional development. For you non-teachers out there, that means there were things throughout the week guaranteed to send my little diet express train off its Skinny Minny tracks.
First, two of my very, very nice teacher friends welcomed me back with (1) a grande non-fat three raw sugar latte and (2) a tasty praline–a very, very, very tasty praline from El Fenix which probably contained a gajillion calories.Then, lunch was catered in on two of the days–Mexican food on one and pizza on the other.
I'm a train wreck waiting to happen.
Lucky for me temperatures remained above 100 all week, so I'm fairly certain that some of that lard I was hauling around all week just fried itself off.
At least 1.4 pounds did.
Perhaps I would have lost more if it hadn't been for that Sonic mishap. My husband and I discovered that our "happy hour" drink specials weren't such a good deal after all. Somehow I managed to slurp down 340 calories with my rather tasty large cherry limeade and my husband got 600 calories (along with a calorie-free brain freeze) for his Route 66 Strawberry slush. Who knew?
That made me decide to enroll in one of those online food diary/fitness sites. A quick google search for "food diary" netted 6,120,000 hits. I selected one of the free ones and signed up so I can duly log my successes and failures. If–and trust me it's a big if–I follow my cyber fitness pal, I'm supposed to be able to lose 6.3 pounds by September 24.
Perhaps if I avoid those happy hours at Sonic, I'll be on the road to recovery.
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