So Close Yet So Far

About two days ago I was absolutely convinced the title of today’s post was going to be, “I give up!” The week was not going well at all. And I’d love to say it’s because I’d fallen off the wagon and was eating like crazy. But for Three Thousand Calorie Tuesday, it was actually a very good week calorie-wise.

So on Friday, when I weighed the same as Sunday (and remembered how badly the first couple days of the week went) this was my projection for this week’s chart:

Amazingly enough, however, it didn’t turn out that way at all. I still haven’t cracked Onderland, but I do get to start this week closer than ever.

Like last week I’ve overlaid multiple weeks on the same chart, just to highlight what a bonkery period this has been. The green storm clouds represent that “above 202.5″ range I don’t ever want to see again. I exceeded my previous recent high point and completely broke out of the purple block I’ve been stuck in for weeks now. Sure, I wanted to break out of that block, but through the floor—not the dang ceiling.

But somehow or another between Wednesday and Saturday I dropped three pounds. I thought to myself Saturday morning, “Okay, Charlie, you’re at 200.5 and you have one more full day before weigh in. Here’s a helpful hint: don’t blow it, you dolt.”

And by mid-afternoon things were looking good. I thought I might actually pull this off. I thought about what it would be like to write this blog post and triumphantly announce my first-ever 199.5 weigh in.

Then the cookies happened.

I don’t understand it. I need to have tattooed on my forehead. Not once in my entire adult life have I ever followed a massive dose of cookies with the thought, “Gee, I feel wonderful now! I’m so freakin’ glad I did that…”

This episode brought me to about 2,100 calories for the day, so I did what any level headed dieter would do: I quit eating. That was it. I hit my limit and didn’t eat another thing all day. This is NOT a recommended dieting method. Anyone looking to me for inspiration must temporarily avert their eyes.

Ah well, I’ve done worse, I suppose. I’ll call it water under the bridge and move on. The important thing is that I’m finally starting the week at 200.5. So unless I’m sneak-attacked by three Family Size boxes of Cheez-Its mid-week, I should be okay.

Why I’d say, odds are by this time next week, I’ll have my first foot in Onederland.

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