I’m stuck. I’m stuck on 246 and I’ve been there for three days. I’ve eaten more and I’ve eaten less but there’s nothing I can do. The scale doesn’t budge.
Sure, I’m down eight pounds in ten days but it’s frustrating not being down ten pounds in ten days. I was losing a pound a day until two days ago. I feel like I’m heading down an upwardly moving escalator.
Wow, for the first time in my life I am ahead of the curve on something!
I must be the last guy in the world to know about Twitter, the 30-Day Blog Challenge and something called an iPhone. I was even late to the South Beach Diet supper table. The book has been on the market for six years and I just picked up a copy two weeks ago.
Before you know it, they will be making cars that can run on gasoline and batteries!
Okay, I’m old and I’m fat. I thought I had eaten and drank just about everything available to me in America… but this morning I had kippers for the first time.
“Could we have kippers for breakfast, mummy dear, mummy dear?” — Supertramp
Wow! I was just looking at this site’s analytics (okay, so I don’t have a life). It appears that MrBeerBelly.com is starting to get a lot of visitors. (Thank you everyone!)
I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. As far as I can tell, beer is the “Official Beverage of Planet Earth”. Just go to BevMo and you’ll see that just about every country on the planet has their own brand.
Phase 1. Week 2. Day 1. Down 6.6 pounds. But who’s counting?
This South Beach Diet thing really seems to be working. A few years ago I was on Atkins and I lost about 35 pounds but I dreaded every minute of it. Steak, cheese and pork rinds for months on end. Ugh! At first it sounded like redneck Heaven but after two weeks of it I had fantasies of running the local Domino’s Pizza kid off the road and stealing his warm red bag of pizza. Yes, I went from dreams of Angelina Jolie to pizza jacking. So it was inevitable that I would fail at Atkins.
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