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June 13, 2014

Ideal Protein: Day 4, Baby!

Today, maybe I turned a corner, maybe I’m still in the alley, that remains to be seen. However, this happened today.

My son ate fish and chips at the Irish bar while we watched Mexico vs Camaroon. I did not.
My son ate fish and chips at the Irish bar while we watched Mexico vs Cameroon.
I did NOT eat fish and chips... or anything for that matter. Woe, woe is me.
I did NOT eat fish and chips… or anything for that matter. Woe, woe… is me.

 

It was a rowdy crowd. This is Texas, so Mexico are our arch rivals (in soccer). The bar was full to the gills with supporters. We’re not Cameroon fans, but we’re kinda “whoever-plays-against-Mexico-fans” which any major sports fan totally understands that rivalry thing. So, we didn’t have much to cheer about. But, when it was all said and done, I was pretty proud of my two pints of lemon water. I think I impressed them all, because this happened:

I think they were clearly dazzled by my will power… or maybe it was Oribe Peralta’s goooooooaaaaaaaaaalllllll. Nah, they were cheering for me, I’m pretty sure.

 

 

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Ideal Protein Day Freaking 3 (Continued)

The Greatest Sporting Event IN THE WORLD
The Greatest Sporting Event IN THE WORLD

Did I just blow this thing? It’s World Cup time!!! WORLD CUP I tell you. What the hell was I thinking starting this thing during World Cup? I’ll spend most of my life, for the next 30 days, in a bar or glued to the big screen. I wasn’t thinking, that’s what. Brain dead, hair-brained. Balls!

My giddiness was bubbling out of me, despite the pounding migraine, at my client meeting at the bar restaurant this afternoon. I met a fellow soccer fan and really great client to discuss business while watching soccer. Really, I was working! I even watched him eat an entire plate of beef nachos that smelled freaking amazing, dripping with cheese and meat and jalapenos… (sobbing) AND that were piled a foot deep. He even made yum noises with a little grin on his face, have I mentioned he’s a rat? I watched quietly (f-bombs quelled just like the lady I am) and watched as he drank a few IPA’s. I did not have ONE bite, or ONE sip of that sinful slop. Maybe the migraine was a blessing because after taking that he-man migraine med, I wasn’t about to drink, even though this bar restaurant has a ridiculously ridiculous Cosmo. Instead I drank two full pints of water with lemon. Yes, I know you don’t believe me, but I did it. Who am I and what did I do with the real me?

What I want to know is, did I blow it by eating some pork lettuce wraps? I didn’t eat much, maybe two or three ounces, and I know it probably wasn’t lean, and the sauce probably had some sugar in it? Because seriously, if I get my first week under my belt with all this sacrifice, pain and agony and my scale still thinks it’s funny…

ballI will curl up in a ball… a soccer ball (of course) and roll right off this diet. I will.

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