No, I haven't lost my bacon bet yet...although it's not really even a bet. And no, I haven't lost any weight either. I have exercised four days between the inception of this ridiculous idea and now, but nothing has happened. I blame this on my comprehensive exams. But now that those are over with, I won't need as much comfort steak of pastrami. Heh heh.
Some people call me masochistic since I've done this to myself, especially when I post and share baconic images on Facebook and such. To them I say," Ain't no thang."
Well, I really don't say that...ever...but the sentiment is the same. I am strong. I can resist. Just like I can let go of carbonation for months at a time without withdrawal. So, why don't I just give them all up and starve myself skinny? Point: I enjoy these foods that aren't good for me. I still feel healthy enough to do what I need to do.
Besides, fat people make the world jolly.
Oh, don't worry. I'm still gonna see this thing through. It's become a matter of pride now. That, and I'm still watching what I eat. For example, to not be so fat (gratuitous mention of blog subtitle), I only ate one steak fajita (with mostly onions and red peppers) on each of the past three nights: the initial cooking, and two leftover opportunities. I also let the kids scarf the leftover pizza. Take that.
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