For the most part, I'm hanging in there. Breakfast is easy, in that I enjoy the coffee and the fruit. While the idea of bacon, toast and jam, grits, omelettes, hash browns, ham, and a tall café con leche sounds like something I'd be interested in, I really don't have the time for all that. My weekday breakfasts suit me just fine. Lunch, however, is a little more troubling. My M-F lunch consists of escaping from work and hanging out at a restaurant for the better part of an hour. Since the beginning of the diet, I mostly sit at my desk eating celery and carrots. This makes the work day seem much longer, and infinitely more miserable. Yesterday's lunch was running errands and walking around the park, just to change up the routine.
Dinner hasn't been too bad. For one thing, I've been substituting alcohol for food. While the nutrition in a few whiskey and Diet Cokes doesn't quite measure up to a pile of catabolic foods, the drinks seem to make me a bit happier. Last night I didn't want either. I ate a few handfuls of Fiery Habanero Doritos along with about four ounces of spaghetti sauce with sausage chunks.
The shedding of the extra weight was supposed to make me feel better. Not having a spare tire around my waist was supposed to make me happier. Getting to that point is making me feel depressed. I have little doubts that what's missing is the exercise component. My sedentary lifestyle needs to change a bit. Diet alone may shed some pounds, but it's not a long term solution.
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