Yeah, I know, I totally missed my weekly update on my weight loss. Quickly, now …
Saturday I weighed in at two-twenty-seven, before heading out of my apartment to pay my respects at a memorial service. After the memorial service, I had a cheeseburger and a beer at Dizzy Issie’s. It would have been a bacon cheeseburger*, but they were out of bacon (!!!!!).
Today, my buddy Tim and I got together — he’s in from California for a short while. We tried to get down to the Aquarium but couldn’t find (reasonable) parking so after a few tries negotiating downtown traffic, detoured into Fell’s Point and had lunch at Slainte’s (if Tim had watched Homicide: Life on the Streets he would’ve been impressed by the building directly across from Slainte’s, but he didn’t, so he wasn’t). I had a beer and a bacon cheeseburger, and then tonight we ventured into the city again, hoping to meet up with Wombat and Fool, but both cancelled, long story short, the night ended with two beers for me at Dizzy Issie’s.
Actually, scratch that: long story short, I totally fucked my diet today. I wish I’d weighed myself this morning, but in my rush doing last minute cleaning and laundry folding, I didn’t. So, I shall put off my next official weigh in until next Tuesday, where hopefully I will again be where I was (or better yet, lower than I was) on Saturday.
(*…and my first cheeseburger of any type since starting this diet. Go, me!)
(Scratch that last — I had a cheeseburger at the happy hour last month).