I've been meaning to weigh myself the few days, though I only ever do that first thing in the morning, before I've had so much as a sip of water that might sway the scales in an unfavourable and demoralising direction, resulting in me stomping around all day in the only pants I own that still fit me - my cranky pants! Having not eaten since noon the previous day, I'm very singularly-minded once my feet hit the bedroom carpet in the morning, as those feet steer me straight to the pantry for a pre-breakfast protein bar. Only once I'm picking peanut bits out of my back molars with my tongue does it occur to me to weigh myself. I'll have to leave a post-it note reminder on tomorrow morning's protein bar.
I've made it to Day 6 of this diet re-start, which is cool and all - feeling good about it. That's three days longer than most of the failed attempts I've had these past three months, so I'm going to take that as early sign that it's going to stick this time. Even if it fails, again, I'm still a few days better off than I would have been had I spent that time drinking cans of Hard Solo to cleanse my pallet between pastries and meat pies.
Any of y'all play Wordle? Or use DuoLingo? If so, you'll know the sting of breaking a daily streak after weeks or months of sequential daily success. That's what re-starting this diet feel like right now - like I've just broken a 365 day streak and now have to start again. Like I forgot to save my place on the second last level of a video game, died due to my own stupidity, and now have to go back ten levels to the half way point. When that happens, it's so easy to exclaim, "Fuck this bullshit!" and give up. Starting again from zero, it hurts, it's fucking hard, and it's going to take a hell of a lot longer streak than six days before I start feeling like I'm accomplishing anything. Now that I think about it, I'd give it two months. That's as good a short-term diet goal as any yeah? Two months to get back to 100kg, which is... ohhh! Oh fuck! February 11th! That's my son's 5th birthday!
Oooffff, that got me right in the feels! That's some raw motivation right there! Age 5 - that's when the fun starts, and I need to be fit enough to enjoy it too. That's when the little lunatic starts Joey Scouts and joins a soccer club, and I want to be all in on that shit! OK OK, new diet motto: "When The Fun Starts, Don't Be A Fat C#*t!"
