Day 2 of the My Fit Foods 21 Day Challenge is coming to a close. Yesterday, Day 1, I woke up hungry. It’s like my brain told my body I was going to be excessively hungry in the days to come, and my body said, “Why wait?” Lest you think I’m whining without cause, I need to correct my previous post–the calorie range is 1100 to 1300 a day, averaging out to a perfect 1200 over 21 days. Yes, I did the math. I also tried to calculate the caloric deficit to determine how many pounds I might lose over 21 days. I’m guessing 3.
Okay, so yesterday I was ready to eat the cat’s chicken, I was so hungry. Actually, I did have a tiny nibble when Sophie didn’t show. But I put the rest away for tonight. And I haven’t seen her yet, again. This poached chicken is looking mighty fine. (I’m sitting out on the front step writing and drinking hot tea, as I wait for her.) Part of the problem is that yesterday I had a strength training session at lunch time. I don’t think I’ve shared this yet, but I can leg press 405 pounds. I like to tell men I’m like Pussy Galore–I can squeeze a man to death with my thighs. I know, right? Why have I never been married? (Maybe it wasn’t Pussy Galore. Maybe it was some other Bond character. But I like to say it was Pussy.)
So all the leg-pressing made me hungry. And yesterday was an 1100 calorie day. Okay, 1110 with the chicken nibble. After work, to take my mind off the fact that the black jelly beans at the receptionist’s desk were looking tasty (I abhor licorice and all it stands for), I did a Pilates duet after work. The Pilates teacher offered me a 90-minute massage for $10 off, and I’m suffering here, so I jumped on it. First I sat in the dry sauna for 20 minutes with my feet in a warm foot bath scented with lavender, and then we dipped my feet in paraffin wax, and she wrapped them up all cozy. Then I got on the massage table and was kneaded and rubbed to Mozart for 90 minutes of sheer bliss.
On the way out, the Pilates teacher/masseuse’s husband offered me some freshly baked quiche. Before I could grab it and run, teacher says, “Don’t tempt her, hon, she’s on a program.” So I came home and ate my Hobit-sized salad. (It’s a salad for fuck’s sake. Is a little more lettuce going to mess up the plan?)
Today went better. First, it’s a 1300 calorie day. Second, no workouts. Third, no freshly baked quiche begging me to smuggle it home. So I’ve successfully made it through Day 2.
Sophie still hasn’t shown. And she didn’t eat the tuna I left out for her this morning. I haven’t seen her for three days and I’m getting worried. I wonder if Sadie and Sally have anything to do with this.