But if I wait any longer to post a bikini update, y'all will think I'm hiding something.
Not true. Just forgetful.
Though true....I have been running like a horse these days. I have also been eating and drinking like I bed down in the same stable as the horse who is running. Here lie the most memorable moments of my Week 7 diet:
Monday: supper = one spoonful of peanut butter.
Tuesday: completely unmemorable.
Wednesday: 9 p.m. heat-lamp pizza from the Framingham State College cafeteria, washed down with Gummy Peach Rings from the pick-a-mix bin.
Thursday night menu-on-the-town: Guinness, Blue Point oysters, Trimbach Gewurztraminer, PBR, PBR, PBR, PBR, karoake, popcorn.
Friday: Muffin for breakfast, donut for snack, oatmeal for lunch, pasta and clams and cream sauce for dinner, canoli for dessert.
Saturday: Several passes through the Italian buffet (penne in red sauce, rare roast beef and provolone on a bun, potato salad) at a party that also featured birthday cake with inch-thick frosting.
Nonetheless, I'm not hiding out. I've lost 3 pounds in the last 3 weeks. Pants all still fit. Yoga is on the schedule tomorrow. And I know it's just 3 weeks to belly baring. Which means it is time to commence Operation Ripple:
: 100 sit-ups per day.: 30 minutes of cardiovascular per day, minimum.: vegetables by the dozens.: moratorium on cinnamon sugar.: sleep. and then maybe some more sleep.
See ya in Week 9, suckahs......!