At the end of our last episode, I said I’d let you know how Diet Number Eleventy-One went. First, here’s the my-alarm-didn’t-go-off-and-now-I’m-late-for-work-but-I-really-want-to-see-how-Charlie’s-diet-is-going-first version: it went great and then The Holidays happened.
Long time readers know that The Holidays is just a short-hand, eleven-letter way of saying, “All the days between Halloween and New Years Inclusive.” It’s that time of year where after another long and difficult year of laboring in the potato fields, I celebrate the harvest by feasting on an acre of mashed potatoes all by myself. (Okay, that’s not entirely true. Some of them I turn into French fries.)
I won’t make you wait until the end of the post to see the weight loss graph for my eleventy-first diet. Here it is:
It began well enough. Frankly, even Halloween wasn’t that bad this past year. But then things flattened out for a bit until the line began its inexorable climb back up. Now, the good news is I didn’t gain it all back. Which, I suppose, is a victory in and of itself.
It’s also the reason that the next diet wasn’t given the 112 designation. That is to say, since I wasn’t completely starting over, I didn’t count it as a whole new diet. So how’d that go? Won’t you be sorry you asked.
January 2, 2014. I was still eight pounds down from my Eleventy-One starting weight.
January 4, 2014. I somehow went up another two pounds. Still, six under from where I started wasn’t bad, right?
January 26, 2014. I managed to lose a pound. Seven under from the starting point. Woot.
January 27, 2014. Up a half pound.
At this point I was flummoxed. After being so “on” for so much of 2013, I couldn’t figure out why or how The Switch flipped off so quickly. Nor could I figure out how to get it back on. (In spite of my repeatedly telling the world that The Switch isn’t under our conscious control.)
So after pondering and pondering and pondering this, I realized there was only one way out of this.