… When you’re not as miserable as you were on days one, two, three, four, five, six, seven… well, you get what I mean. Day sixteen already? Wow, I do believe there’s hope that I just might pull this one off! Misery visits now and again, but it’s fairly fleeting these days. I’m into the “resigned to this fate” mode, and it’s okay now.
My support network, at first limited to my lovely hubby, my Ideal Protein “ray of sunshine” coach, Dee, Wendy the wonder-friend who’s in this thing with me, and terrific Tosha tennis pro (precious partner of Wonder-friend Wendy). My forever bestie, Polly Pig, (my name’s Sarah Sow) is always with me!
So even though 16 days have come and gone and despite the fact that the first week felt like a full 2 years, 8 months and 27 days, I don’t feel all alone and miserable. I’ve joined a community that makes the days march on by like a herd of turtles more quickly than they once did. We’ll get there eventually.
Alive? Sane? On track? Late with my posts? Just to put on my Captain Obvious suit for a minute, I was not even remotely excited about this Ideal Protein thing. If we hearken way, way (damn, it seems like months ago) back to Day 1, I think that I may have mentioned my two weeks of binge eating because I thought “I’d never eat again.” And, to be completely honest, I’m still wondering about that a little bit… (Sorry, Doris) however, there was something (is my cape straight?) I was a bit excited about. Okay, I was full-on giddy. And I, and the entire world, have waited four long years for this …. (drum roll) … World Cup! If you don’t like soccer/football hang in here with me for a minute, please don’t stop reading I have a point, eventually. (Warning: Conversion attempt in progress…)
Before I lose you non-soccer fans, I’ll stray back to my point. This global sporting event is a complete distraction! A glorious, action packed 30 day tournament of diversion. I imagine folks all over the world with problems much bigger (poor word choice) than mine that are reaping the benefits and finding joy in this absolute deluge of soccer. Day 5 of this torment lovely “life-style change” brought me 4 big rewards for starving being good. Yes, 4! In one day! I watched 4 matches!
I enjoyed the first one, Colombia vs Greece with my oldest son, enjoying his non-stop commentary and love for the game. Do we love either of those countries? Not particularly, but it was fun to watch and I hardly noticed that I didn’t completely enjoy that Cappacino-protein thing. Almost.
Oh, and <SQUIRREL!> the commercials are fantastic. We American’s love our commercials during the Superbowl, well this little soccer match brings joyously entertaining adverts. Here’s one of my favorites:
Then, my hubby and I met a friend at a restaurant/bar and watched the Costa Rica vs Uruguay game. We were married on a lovely beach in Costa Rica.
When they’re not playing the USA, and throwing crap at our players from the stands, I always root for them. They’re a laid back country! Pura Vida!! And lo and behold, they WON!! It was a super fast-paced game, and the best one of the day, in my humble opinion and I hardly noticed the string cut french-fries, and huge loaded hot-dog thing they split. I choked feasted on a wee little piece of plain meat. I hardly made it noticed!
We left the bar and started for home, but the next match was England vs Italy. A BIG (damn that word) one. We stopped by and joined my ex-husband, boys and a bunch of friends at a pub. My hubby’s Irish, so he’s in the “whoever plays against England” fan base, and we met some of our English buddies there. That always makes it fun-ner. (not a word, but apropos). England flailed. The first few minutes were promising, but… it was exciting enough for me to drool profusely hardly notice when the table was full of buffalo wings and burgers. I didn’t even slap the neighboring kid off his chair to get at his amazing looking pizza. I would have eaten the crust that baby had been teething on, if not for the game!
We got home, I begged my sweet husband to make me some gag veggies, and there appeared some roasted Brussels sprout chips delivered to the couch in a bowl. I ate them like popcorn as we watched Ivory Coast play Japan. That was an exciting game too. Japan gave them a run for their money, but came up short. (don’t even go there… those guys were all huge, on both teams!) Despite the game, I did notice that I have a pretty nice hubby, who has put up with me through all my bitching, screaming and whiningstruggles thus far.
Try a game or two! If only for the commercials! It’s a great distraction! Here’s a fun Time Magazine article about them!