I woke up this morning at 7am. I rolled out of bed, took a quick shower, shot my gut full of skinny juice and got dressed for the gym. The shot today was a lot easier than yesterday, even though I treated it like a simple task I still shook as soon as I smelled the alcohol pad.
I picked Michael up at 7:30. He’s been resistant to working out but he got up and did it. We bitched about it the whole way to the gym with “What the hell were we thinking?” and “Can’t we just go somewhere to eat instead?” As we discussed getting a refund on our gym memberships and going for some extravagant bacon and pancakes type of breakfast we pulled into the crowded parking lot and parked the car. This was it, no turning back.
The gym we chose was really nice, there was a ton of equipment and despite the packed parking lot it didn’t seem extremely busy. We familiarized ourselves with the facilities and got ready for our workout. We decided to just start out with cardio since it was our first day so we each took a bike and started our workout. After about 15 minutes we changed to the stair machine and finished out another 15 minutes so we managed to crank out a full half our on our first day. Somebody polish up the gold medals!
Breakfast was a giant feast of eggs, hash browns, bacon, and pancakes. For lunch I had 8 chicken strips from my favorite chicken place and had to lay down for a while as the grease coursed through my veins. I can tell the hormones are kicking up though because eating my last meal of a giant burger and onion rings was nearly impossible. I managed to get a little bit of each of my favorite disgusting foods over the past 2 days, it was like paying homage to dear friends and I departed for the land beyond the sea.
After work I stocked up on my groceries for the next week, a bunch of raw vegetables and lean meats. I’m so nervous about starting this diet I don’t know how I’m going to be able to sleep tonight. I don’t know how I’m going to survive on the food I just bought. I’m not a huge fan of veggies and that’s going to be most of what I eat over the next 3 weeks. Thank god my body’s going to be releasing 2000 calories a day for me to survive on! I’m going to need new activities to distract my mind from the joys that are food. Even as I sit here writing this its like I can’t even think about food. I have more than half a PEANUTBUTTER PIE in my fridge and I can’t even dream of eating it. This might turn out to be kinda cool!
Tomorrow I’ll wake up and have a cup of tea. That’s breakfast. I can eat a handfull of strawberries for a mid-morning snack then lunch is going to be a chicken breast salad – WITHOUT dressing. Not even fat free anything. Maybe a little salt and pepper and orange juice. I’ve gotta admit I’m absolutely scared shitless about getting hungry. What happens WHEN I get hungry? I made a commitment to myself to start this, I’ve made an investment in it, people are watching me do it and my wilpower is CRAP – BUT I CAN’T GIVE UP. This is an obligation to a project and I HAVE to see it through. Suddenly three weeks really seems like a long time. All I can do is have faith that I can endure. People have survived off a lot less for a lot longer without the aid of radical hormones grown from stem cells in a lab somewhere. Or however the Chinese make them. Two days down, twenty one more to go…