Losing a part of me

This morning was the first time that my weight dropped below what I weighed the day before I flew to Cuba. Sometimes travel can be like that… I had expected with all of my walking (and almost no snacking) to lose as much as five pounds, but with the three travel days, plus all of the pasta and bread that I consumed in Cuba, I am happy that I broke even. My first two and a half days back in Canada I did not do myself any favours, but yesterday I did pretty well. I am still at 277.4 lbs., but that is better than … well, more.

Yesterday morning I devoured the rest of the challah from Friday night, and while I should not have done that, I am going to give myself a pass… and will not be buying a whole challah anytime soon. After that, I ate reasonably. I will try to do the same today.

My plan is to go see my buddy in the afternoon for a cigar or two. After that I will come home for dinner and will try to be in bed at a reasonable hour. I find that the earlier I am in bed, the less tempted I am to cheat.

Have a great day folks!