I know things will fall into place soon. I know it gets easier… routine, inertia, and all those types of things. But the first few days of trying to limit calories are always ridiculously horrible and hilarious. So, I present to you… the day 1 chronicles of #projectraceweight.
Spaceship!!! I mean raceweight!!!!
Upon waking: yeah! Time to start #projectraceweight, I’ve only been thinking about this for months. LETS GET IT ON!
Morning – hey, I’m too busy to do anything but eat this 100 calorie greek yogurt (with a 5 day old spoon from my last yogurt that’s still sitting at my desk, yeah, I know, I’m gross). That’s probably a good start, right?
Mid-morning: why am I biting people’s heads off and feeling irrationally angry at things? Oh, right, I only had a 100 calorie yogurt for breakfast.
noon-thirty: turkey sandwich is LIFE. Veggie pasta salad is EVERYTHING. I’m sorry for the things I thought when I was hungry. I love eating food.
Sadly, not publix. But like, kinda the same. With sprouted grain bread instead of magic bread. And no magical pickles. Ok, not the same at all. 🙁
2pm: well, fuck, why am I hungry already? Well, knew this was going to happen for a few days. Let’s get some decaf chai. Yummmm.
3pm: gum is good gum is good gum is good gum is good gum is good gum is good.
4pm: why did i eat the stupid cheese on my sandwich? That’s 70 calories, like half the can of soup I’m staring at wishing I could put in my mouth. I wonder how many calories are in tin?
4:30pm: I ate a healthy breakfast and lunch. Why aren’t I skinny yet? 119 days and 1 dinner to go. Sigh…
This is the appropriate sized salad for me right now…
5pm: gum is good gum is good gum is good… fuck, it’s getting stale. *pleh*
5:14pm, 5:21pm, 5:22pm, 5:22:30pm, etc: is it time to go yeeeeeeeeet?
5:25pm: break down and grab my blackberries. Some of them taste like they’re about to turn bad. Wonder if a stomach bug would help me get to race weight quicker. Decide to pick around the obviously bad ones as a compromise.
5:45pm: whyyyyyy do I have to do an errand after work? I want to eat dinner noaaaaw. Who’s idea was it to give up snacks? (sigh, ME)
6pm: if the bike guy takes any longer I might go lick someone’s tires.
6:30pm: this is the best chicken I’ve ever tasted in my life. This yogurt caesar isn’t so bad either. I love food. I love food so much. This is one thing I have going for me, I love healthy food so at least I don’t hate what I’m eating. That would be horrible!
6:45pm: I have more calories, and I’m still hungry, so another chicken patty and 10 (count them) tater tots as a treat. Besides needing a dash more fiber, my macros are spot on without explicitly trying *throws the rockstar horns*.
7pm: ok, 1250 calories. Done for the day. I’ll put some lemon and stevia in this water and pretend it’s vodka and I’m sipping it on a beach somewhere, already done with this.
Yep. Totally the same, except on my couch, from a water bottle, no booze, and no ocean to play in. Totally the same. (Not the same at all)
8:30pm: fuck it, let’s go to bed so I can’t see the kitchen anymore.
8:45pm: proudly put two stars on the calendar, one for me, one for Zliten, signifying that we made it through #projectraceweight day one, successfully
Today, I’m here with coffee in hand and a slightly bigger breakfast, and I’m back to the start. 1 day + 1 meal down, 118 and 2 meals to go. Let’s get it on, day 2!