Sunday was shit. Steaming, moudly shit. I was 90% finished my weekly prep, wherein I bottle, cook, and package every last pill, powder, and morsel of food that I will eat through to the next Saturday. I was feeling pretty good when at 1pm my coach sends me a new meal plan effective Monday morning. The first thing I did was get really depressed and strongly consider just quitting this whole damned thing because what’s the fucking point. Then I got really pissed off and angry. Then I got passive aggressive said “FUCK IT!” and took the kids swimming.
It took two days but now I’m calm. I’m making new plans for the new nutrition guidelines, starting next week, and sent a long and considered e-mail to my coach about what I’d like to see in our coach/client relationship to make me successful. So despite a really, REALLY low couple of days, this could turn out well.
Signs that today is going to be a good day:
(1) Fresh pucks in the urinal in the men’s room at work. Always a good sign.
(2) Coming out of the shower and rubbing gel on my head, with absolutely no effort my (rapidly thinning) hair turned out exactly the way I like it. In fact, it looks SO good I’m taking a picture of it when I get home. Perhaps I’ll follow my own instructions for looking super-buff on film (last page).
(3) My bland, tasteless, and excruciatingly dull meals taste really good today.
(4) The hot, pert blonde shick with the INCREDIBLE breast implants was at the gym today at the same time as me on the stairmaster diretly in front of me. have I mentioned how much I love yoga pants? I have?