Eleven weeks into this diet, and I'm over the thirty pound mark. This past week I think I benefitted from a dietary secret weapon: the stress of a zillion things going on. Actually, I had a lot of stress during the Great Weight Gain of 2003, but at that time my slogan was: "When the going gets tough, Jeremy gets donuts." But when you decide to eschew caloric consumption as a coping mechanism, it's like you get this metabolic increase that you don't overwhelm with increased intake. Or something like that. Metabolism is kind of like electricity for me, where I sort of understand it, and can talk about its various properties in various ways, but, I feel like at the most basic, authentic level, I honestly don't even remotely fathom how it works.
I went to a dinner party last night that had some fabulous food toward which I did not exhibit great restraint. Nowadays, all kinds of men take pride in being able to cook well. It's a rare man, though, who can cook up a good meal and also bake an absolutely scrumptious pie for dessert. One of these is Tom Bozzo.
5 comments:
Good job!
time to visit the gym and start lifting some weights - best way to keep a high metobolism is to build/maintain muscle.
Aw, thanks. The diabolical plan was that dinner wasn't going to break the points bank, at least until Suzanne cut you that enormous piece of pie (w/ which you exercised more restraint than I could muster).
Good on ya'! Have you already thought about, once things settle down a bit, whether you'll appear in WW promotional materials? Is that out of the question? Your mom would probably enjoy seeing you on t.v.
That's an amazing accomplishment, congrats! Wow.
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