Here we are, the start of week four. Last week was hell.
For some reason it seemed that I could smell the local Burger King pretty much every hour of every day, each time I stepped foot outside my house. I’m not sure if was real or imagined every time, but the hateful/delicious smell of flame-broiled goodness seemed to haunt me mercilessly. Driving by was even worse. “Just one quick cheeseburger.” my stupid mind would whisper. “It’s only like 300 calories, you’ve got plenty of daily calories left.”
There was at least two times I was VERY tempted to nudge the car into the drive-through. But I resisted.
I have now gone 23 full days without fast food of any kind. For those that don’t know, that’s a pretty big damn deal for me. Over the course of the last few years, I don’t think that I can honestly say that I’ve gone more than 5 days without fast food. Between the crazy life-style I was living and my total lack of willpower, I could always find the reason and the change (sometimes digging into couch cushions) to get some of that sweet, sweet….
ugh, no. Have to stop. Gonna grab a bottle of water, brb.
Ok, back, ice cold bottle of water in my hand. The spell of BK has been broken…for now. I am pretty sure that I will need to slay the dragon again and again before I reach my goal of 260lbs, but at least I can say that I’m seeing progress.
I’ve made it officially past my 10lbs-of-water-weight concept and I feel that I am officially into real wight-loss territory. It’s a good start. 79 pounds to go.
Again, any words of encouragement, criticism, questions or basically, just anything to show I’m not on this journey alone would help. Shout out to Big D for the comment on last week’s update. It was a small thing that meant a lot. Thank you mysterious stranger.