So how goes the diet? It’s beginning to wear on me a bit. I can just imagine how awful the process must be for those who do it regularly or have to do it forever. I’m good for a while more, but I have reached a plateau and that has dampened my enthusiasm. As a result, since I was away most of last weekend and not in my “dieting environment” I cheated a little…not much, but enough to make me feel marginally guilty. Fortunately, it had no effect on my weight. I had this nightmare that I’d gain back a couple pounds. But I’m still where I was three days ago, maybe a tad less.
I have made adjustment to the “program” as outlined in the book, Zero Belly Diet. I’m off the menu, although I’m still on the food. I just don’t stick to the schedule and sometimes may even repeat a dinner two nights in a row. But I stay with the ingredients the author endorses, with one exception: the daily “beverage.” I put that in quotes because it’s liquid poison or at least tastes like it. Every beverage is a smootie-type drink with a scoop of plant-based protein powder in it. It’s this powder I can’t deal with. I threw the first can out and went to GNC and asked the guy to give me a similar product but one that customers said tasted okay. Either he lied or the customers did. The new stuff I bought was much better than the old, but it still can’t be disguised with anything but arsenic. I know it must be a major protein part of the daily program, but I can’t stand it. I may experiment one more time but drinking a bottle of Guerilla Glue each day might taste better. So the gig is not up yet and I shall continue on until my belly has zero fat, or close to it…just as long as I can once again place my chin on my throat and see between the feet below–that is the goal. So it shall be written; so it shall be done!
In a completely different turn of events, I want to officially announce that I am now a serious, devoted Chicago Cubs fan. No, I don’t live in Chicago and no I have absolutely no tie to the team whatsoever. In fact I have no knowledge of any players on the team, or any other team for that matter, because I simply do not follow baseball. Here’s the deal…I asked my baseball-fanatic friend, Ron, to suggest a team that I could root for. I just thought it might be fun if I joined the rest of America and get behind a team. I know I should have chosen the Marlins because they are my local team, but I do not like the organization and how it operates so I nixed that idea. I told Ron I wanted a team that wasn’t a total failure and wasn’t a total success either—but one that was decent and maybe even had a chance to make it at least to the playoffs. He picked the Cubs. So this baseball season I will attempt to listen and watch the cubs play and get to know and root for the team. This is so totally out of character for me that it will have my wife wondering if the age thing is finally kicking in and maybe it’s time for assisted living–whatever. I thought it’d be cool if I was following a team this year just for grins, plus it’ll keep my mind a little active in a whole new direction. If not, maybe the assisted living thing would be a good alternative. Well, anyway, I’m sure I will be sharing my new baseball fanaticism with you, more than likely less from a sports perspective and more from an irreverent one. That’d be my guess. In the meantime…play ball!