It’s Wednesday so it’s weigh in day, and it’s pretty underwhelming this time. That’s okay, after the celebrations last week, I was due for a slow week.
I am down 1.60 pounds. In the weight watchers days I would be thrilled with this. In the post-surgery days I am still pretty thrilled, even if it’s a great deal less than what I am used to at this point. We’ll see if we can have a bigger drop next week. As long as we keep going in the negative direction, I’ll be pretty stoked.
I had a bad time with dinner last night. It was just a split second’s worth of forgetting the new normal and it screwed me up for hours. In the old days I was a super fast eater. Bite-chew-chew-swallow. My teeth are pretty screwed up, so the less chomping I did, the lower the chances for dental issues. I can’t do that anymore. I need to chew the holy hell out of every small bite before I gulp. Last night I cut myself a small bite of chicken and forgot to chew thoroughly and swallowed it after just a few chomps. I realized the mistake immediately and knew I was going to have a bad time.
I tried to eat a little more, but soon enough that stomach pain and nausea hit me. I gave myself a 10 minute break. That didn’t help so I turned it into 20 minutes. Nope. 30 minutes. Still nope. 40 minutes and I was starting to feel like the end was in site. I put my dinner plate away in the kitchen and went grocery shopping. When I was home again I restarted eating dinner and everything went smoothly. I can’t mess up like that anymore. Pay attention, Robert!
Okay then, in summation, here’s hoping for a bigger bang for our bucks in week 22, and also don’t forget to chew your food. At least 32 times, just like Nana used to say.
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