I attempted to do the impossible, again. This time I had to attend a tradeshow in South Beach Miami.
How did I do?
Well I didn’t hit the gym, as the little Art Deco hotel I was staying in wasn’t fitted with a gym. I did manage to walk a ton, including several miles on the beach and boardwalk. I think my cardio was fine.
Eating, on the other hand, was a little more difficult than Vegas. I managed to eat healthy, when I ate. I didn’t have much time to eat more than 2-3 meals a day. Breakfast just didn’t happen. The seminars started at 9am, and I was out until at least midnight each night. I managed to eat well for lunches, as they were catered by the event and had plenty of healthy choices. Dinner was either Sushi, Italian or Mediterranean. Yeah, I had a roll before the meal or rice with my sushi, but my portions were in check, I never cleaned my plate and drank plenty of water.
So why did I not losing any weight?
Confession time
On the drive home from Miami, I stopped by Hooters and ate 10 wings + fries and water. As if the water made a difference at this point. Why did I do this? I have no clue. I was hungry and Hooters was right off the Interstate. Why didn’t I order the blackened chicken sandwich like I have in the past? I have no clue. I wish I did, but I didn’t. In all honesty, the wings didn’t satisfy me like they have in the past — but I still ate them.
Did I mention the ass-killing, atomic explosion of greasy liquid and random shart chunks I felt this morning while dropping my morning poo? I know, disgusting but a damn reality of eating Hooters wings. It was like a muddy Niagara Falls flowing out of my ass. My body was clearly even more unhappy with my food choice than I was.
Where do I go from here? I get back on the wagon and work even harder this week to offset this indiscretion. I know, I have to work out a full week, to burn the surely 3000+ calories that I ingested last night at Hooters.
I’m starting to feel like one of those fat guys that complains about not being able to lose weight, while he is downing a 2-liter bottle of “Diet-Rite” cola. I mean, it’s diet – right?
Here I am, day 51 of my journey and frustrated with myself. I’m down only about 18-20lbs, instead of the 30-40lbs I should be. I’m way off target-pace and need to make a change.
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