Diet, Day 7 - Don't look for me at the World Series of Poker

Yesterday I weighed 261. Same today. No workout today (c’mon, it’s Sunday) but did 35 min. of cardio yesterday. This weekend has been tough. Haven’t screwed up the diet but have been tempted. I’m not a religious man, but I could use some external help with my will power. Last week I tried no limit Texas Hold ‘Em for the first time. It was only a bar league (I drank nothing but water) with no real money at stake but it seemed like the real deal for a rookie. And basically, I sucked. It’s no wonder that when the guys have a poker night, they send a limo for me. Jeezuz Christ, I think my cards must have been visible on some hidden camera. Every time I bluffed, the other guy (or actually, the fat girl) not only called me but went all in. So I’d fold. Then the fat bitch would show her cards – queen high nothing. Every time I had a decent hand, they backed off and I’d only win diddly squat. Of course, Karl and Michael, the guys who lured me there, did okay, making my debut on the poker tour even harder to swallow. Good news is … well, there really isn’t any on the poker front. On the other hand, it’s been a week on the diet, and I’m hangin’ in.