I don't weigh myself on Saturday mornings.
Today's diet did not go well. Facing a smorgasbord of treats, dainties, deserts and delights, I forgot, for many minutes, that I was dieting. I can't shout, “How could I do that?” because I've often done it before. In order to gird my loins against snacking every calorie-laden temptation, I gave myself a list to memorize. This is what to expect if I just keep on eating:
- Foul taste in mouth hours later
- Weight gain
- Bad digestion
- Poor sleeping
- Tiredness, exhaustion, shortness of breath
- Old-man-breasts, and
- something too disgusting to mention.
I skipped dinner in hopes of minimizing the damage. Tomorrow I'm attending a dinner party. Monday morning, I just want my weight to be lower than when the diet began last Monday: less than 225.
Tomorrow I expect to blog about something that ought not, I think, be about the Amish.