The irony of yesterday’s post, in the wake of today’s weigh-in, is not lost on me. This morning’s number stands at 215.8lbs. That’s a 4.5lb gain. Not precisely the direction I wanted. It’s difficult to not be discouraged. But then, I know from experience that this process is frequently more of a cha cha than a flamenco. And so I suppose we have reached a time to put my effort where my mouth is, eh?
Forgive and move on. I think I’ll just hit restart on the plan. Perhaps now is a good time to talk about the diet itself?