'Til Tuesday

Yesterday I think I decided that I may have gone temporarily back to being 100% vegan. In the past month my weight has increased, started to decrease and now is a bit stalled.

Although I highly suspect it was the drinking (empty calories), plus the poor eating while drinking that has kept me from my goal of being 225 lbs, I just want to reintroduce more discipline in my life. My veganism promoted discipline for me. Obviously, skinless chicken and fish is a part of a healthy diet found in Eat to Live, but, for me, when in doubt, go back to what worked in the past. Short-sighted, I know, but I am a little frustrated and I know what worked in the past.

Giving up the drink would be easier too, but, I'm sorry, this culture demands that I share a drink with people. This week alone I am meeting an old boss, an old co-worker, my old assistant, and my cousin from LA. Yes, I could drink seltzer with all, but it, and maybe this is where I have a fundamental problem in thinking, it just seems rude. I experienced too many people who were disappointed that I did not share a drink with them during my vegan quest. So, one glass of wine is all I will have.

Yesterday, I had a banana, then oatmeal, then my salad, but I did not go to the gym because I had a golf instruction at lunchtime. For dinner I just munched on cherries, by far my favorite fruit. And then I made a smoothie. That was it for dinner and I got a stomach ache, not terrible, but I felt bloated and sore. Maybe I had too much fruit?

I am now about to head for the gym. You know who has become my motivator? Some guy on my floor that I do not know. He is a chubby, bespectacled computer programmer or something. Everyday, like clockwork he goes to my gym. Looking at him on the street you'd never imagine him having a gym membership, but he goes every single day. Anytime I am feeling like I don't really have time to go, I watch him lope by, and I just shake my head, grab my bag and head to the gym.  Oh, there goes Lumpy, I gotta go....