Worked out mid-day 4 varying rounds of 50 rep sets for two muscle groups. This took one hour. Walked for one and one quarter mile in 20 minutes but the knee was feeling a bit shaky so stopped there.
For lunch:
One organic roasted veggie wrap w/ goat cheese and chips. Result. Ate half the wrap and balked. Story: I was eating at a bar. Yes for lunch on a beautiful day. Ate half the chips and then I balked on having the waitress/bartender take it away. Asked for it to go, yet still unsure what to do with it. Simple as that. It looked to good but honestly could have tasted better. After finishing my check and wishing the guy next to me good luck on getting a license after ten years of revocation I went to the health food store to get some snacks in case I got hungry. Picked up one 3" pizza with goat cheese and a raw food artichoke snake and one small bite sized chocolate. On the way home I ate half the chocolate and threw the other half out the window. It was too good and tempting. Didn't trust it.
I picked up fresh salmon fillet (farmed) on the way home.
When I arrived at home my leftovers were still in the car. It threw it out first thing in the outside dumpster. This felt good. Partially cause it wasn't too tasty anyways. But I knew I normally would have eaten it anyhow hungry or not.
For dinner I had flounder with two others so I cut it into three's and took the second largest piece. They new my agenda and asked for me not to throw it away. So I chopped it immediately in half and gave it to the. This may not have been the right way to do it. On reflection I should have given it way after eating the first half to test myself. I also fired op that three inch pizza and split it three ways. Since I had planned to eat half of the whole thing I ate my whole piece. On reflection I maybe should have still eaten only half. Doing things like this may lead to excuses.
Went out later to a friends house to watch the Caps lose game seven to the Penguins. No surprise there. He had just cooked a whole large chicken. I took a bye but half way through three hours of the last episode of Lost I grabbed a small plate. Ate a little more than half and discreetly chucked the rest. I should have cut it at exactly one half. I failed. In my mind I was concerned about looking wasteful of others food. My mistake... I should have bucked up and stopped especially considering my friend is one of those always skinny people who eats like a bird and never finishes his plate.
My weak point: late night. I'm alone. Its dark. I'm tired, depressed and hungry (at least i think i am hungry) I stop for a fish sandwhich and MC'd's. It's not on the late night menu neither is a small fry. I wind up with a medium fry and a big and tasty. I'm upset with myself. It's easy to eat only half of it all. I chuck the rest in the dumpster and go home.
I get inside and the McD's has elevated my appetite. Their food does that. I look in the fridge. The Salmon is there. I did not put it there. I'm reminded that I should have chucked it anyways. I look for the raw artichoke snack. It tastes horrible. I eat two nibbles and I'm done. Night.
