The Verdict

Two weeks ago I was having a bit of trouble. I read about (and subsequently attempted) a dietary experiment. And last week I gave my preliminary results. At the time, things were looking generally positive, but I wanted to hold full judgment until I had at least one more week of falsified data great results to report.

For those of you just tuning in, here’s the scoop: I lost some weight last year but fell off the wagon a bit during the holidays. But then, just as I was attempting to climb back on the wagon, the wagon took off without me and there I was, left a-standin’ in the prairie like a lost cowboy.

The experiment? Fast for 24 hours to give my body a chance to regain control of the situation. The day after the fast, I was down nearly five pounds. (I guess it’s time for me to start hawking my miracle diet plan, huh?) Over the remainder of the week, I crept back up a bit, but was still down three and a half pounds over all. The second week—this past week—went even better. And I don’t mean that in terms of weight loss but in the sense that I wasn’t hungry and/or thinking about food all of the time.

That’s not to say I didn’t lose any weight, though. Because I did. Here’s a recap of the entire Return to Onederland so far:

I’m still not down to my pre-holiday low of 201.5, but I got what I wanted: a sense of control back.

Will it last? I hope so. At least I more or less feel now the same way I did during that first big green part of the graph. And that’s saying something. I may even try this once a month, just to keep the body guessing. It’s just another tool I can use to help pull off this grand plan of mine.

And you all know how I love it when a plan comes together.

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