28 Days Later

28 Days Later. 20 pounds lighter.



My face is starting to look like me again. I figured I was still in there somewhere. Turns out I am here, just older.


I think I had pretty much given up on ever looking like a regular person again. The fact that not drinking, going to the gym, and eating incredibly boring and stupid food is all it takes to do this is somewhat motivating. If I keep this up for the rest of the year I could actually go to Barcelona at Christmas and I might not be recognized as a loutish American Clove Head.


I think I miss cooking more that I do eating. Is that weird?


I was about to say that I should be able to get back to a moderately normal lifestyle once I lose more weight, but that seems unlikely. First, we all know I am incapable of moderation in any way. I can’t have one martini, can’t have one serving of pasta, can’t drink American wine, can’t fly coach. I am impossible.


Also, the motivation here is not about looking good, it’s about not getting diabetes. I need to keep that sense of dread I had 28 days ago....


I know! Every time I think about eating cheese, or lamb, or having martini I will focus on the film 28 Days Later. If I associate all the pleasure in life with horrific zombies and terrible death perhaps it will keep me motivated. Just a thought.


Lets see: Sunday morning. Champagne with a splash of orange juice, fried eggs, Portuguese sausage, toast. Not hungry now. Guess that works.

Well, yay for me on the 20 pounds. Here’s to 80 more.



PS -- just learned that May is national zombie awareness month.  That has to be worth 10 pounds. 






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