Diet, Day 2 - Scale Malfunction

271?! Obviously, a scale malfunction. At this rate, I’ll be under 200 within 2 weeks and can get back to cheeseburgers, chips, potatoes and gravy. Worked out again this morning, but maybe “working out” is not an apt description. I think of my eldest, Chris, running up 14,000 foot mountains or the conditioning drills we used to put basketball players through (I used to coach b-ball), and it’s really unfair to them to call what I did a workout. It amounted to pedaling 30 minutes on a bike that doesn’t move, kind of a metaphor for my fitness progress. Then I tried a few of the Cybex machines. They’re actually pretty comfortable to sit on, but less relaxing when you use them. And they’re downright torturous when you insert that little pin thingy in the stack of weights. I also did some stretching. God was that depressing. I used to touch my toes with ease. Now, it’s as if they’re in another county. But the worst thing was the mirrors. Mirrors on damn near every wall forced me to watch myself and try to avoid retching in the process. It didn’t look like me, but since no one else was in the room, I deduced that it had to be. It was like watching a sweating, quivering Chris Farley having a seizure. So far, no food today, but yesterday I dined sumptuously on an apple for lunch and a 5 egg omelet for dinner. That’s it, no post-dinner chips or snacks, no candy or sweets. It wasn’t as if there was no temptation. Not knowing I’d embarked upon this venture, Peggy felt bad about the dog sitter’s plundering and brought home a box of See’s chocolates to replace the pilfered ones. I held firm, though, and didn’t touch them. You might ask about the 5 eggs, which in retrospect seems a bit excessive. But gimme a break. I’d had only 1 apple all day and was fucking starving.