The end of day forty-one and the start of day forty-two… Not quite. | |
Morning weight: 315lbs. | |
I am now down “58/65”. As in, 58lbs down from my fasting start weight: 373lbs, and 65lbs down from my highest weight ever (two days before I started the fast): 380lbs. Today’s weight is a 3lbs decrease from yesterday’s 318lbs. Only four more pounds until I reach the weight I “adjusted” back up from (re-taken ground). | |
And then I crashed and burned. (Again, with the “drama queen”?) My wife had coconut curry last night and had some left-overs in the fridge when I got back from some morning chores. It was staring me right in the face and I weakened and had two tea spoons. My God, it tasted soooo good! The onions, mushroom and small piece of chicken seemed to explode on my taste buds. | |
And worse was yet to come… My daughter is running for an elected position (on a community college board) and we were hosting her first “meet and greet” house party for the campaign in our home. I was good at the kick-off party a few weeks ago, but I lost it today. Psychologically, there are lots of reasons – in my own home, with family, nibbles (cheese, crackers, salami, and cookies), but the bottom line is exactly what my drill instructor used to repeat to me in Basic Training: “I will listen to your reasons, but I will not accept your excuses!” I didn’t go crazy and stuff myself, but over the course of the three hours I had a few samples of each. | |
And the lesson is: expect weakness and carry a bottle of juice at all times or lay out a portion of veggie finger food (celery, carrots, broccoli, and cherry tomatoes) in case of a weakness of will power. | |
So now I will need to make a decision if this is going to be the end of the fast and I will transition into a diet tomorrow or if I will get back on the wagon and just consider this a hiccup. I have enough veggie juice, ginger / mint tea, and watermelon juice to get me through the weekend. I’m assuming with all the salt and sugar in the various nibbles that I’ll retain at least a couple of pounds of water (plus the weight of the actual solid food), which means I will probably regain the 3lbs I lost from yesterday. Still it would be nice to reach my short-term goal of 310lbs if not a medium term goal of 299lbs. The first was the goal I hoped for at the end of this fast and the 299lbs was the next goal I was hoping for from the first few weeks of dieting. | |
Alfred the Butler (speaking to Bruce Wayne): “And why to we fall, Master Wayne? … So we can learn to get back up, again.“ | |
At the end of the day, the thing to remember is the fast (and a specific weight) is not the goal. The goal is to continue trying to get to a healthier relationship with food so my weight comes down as my health improves. | |
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2017 | Sharp-Edged Beauty |
2016 | Start, Keep, Finish |
2015 | Lifetime Friends |
2014 | Acknowledgement |
2013 | Longevity, Tenacity and Diversity |
2012 | What Reagan Really Cared About |
2011 | Seeming Sane (Or Not) |
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Day 41: Hiccup Or End Of Days?
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Pity The Nation (Part 1)
Posted in Philosophy, Poetry, Quotes, tagged Kahlil Gibran, Philosophy, Pity, Pity The Nation, Poems, Quotes, The Garden Of The Prophet on September 6, 2018| Leave a Comment »
Pity the nation that is full of beliefs and empty of religion. | |
Pity the nation that wears a cloth it does not weave | |
and eats a bread it does not harvest. | |
Pity the nation that acclaims the bully as hero, | |
and that deems the glittering conqueror bountiful. | |
Pity a nation that despises a passion in its dream, | |
yet submits in its awakening. | |
Pity the nation that raises not its voice | |
save when it walks in a funeral, | |
boasts not except among its ruins, | |
and will rebel not save when its neck is laid | |
between the sword and the block. | |
Pity the nation whose statesman is a fox, | |
whose philosopher is a juggler, | |
and whose art is the art of patching and mimicking | |
Pity the nation that welcomes its new ruler with trumpeting, | |
and farewells him with hooting, | |
only to welcome another with trumpeting again. | |
Pity the nation whose sages are dumb with years | |
and whose strongmen are yet in the cradle. | |
Pity the nation divided into fragments, | |
each fragment deeming itself a nation. | |
― Kahlil Gibran | |
From his book: “The Garden of The Prophet“ | |
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On This Day In: | |
2017 | Sharp-Edged Beauty |
2016 | Start, Keep, Finish |
2015 | Lifetime Friends |
2014 | Acknowledgement |
2013 | Longevity, Tenacity and Diversity |
2012 | What Reagan Really Cared About |
2011 | Seeming Sane (Or Not) |