Day 4

Into my fourth day of trying to keep the balance, and yesterday I had my first official struggle with this.

Here’s what happened. I got my haircut (about time!). The woman doing the cut, though, misheard something I said and thought I had said for her to shave my head. And, because I didn’t have my glasses on, I couldn’t tell that she did shave my head. So, my head is shaved. Not totally bald, but realllllly short.

In poker terms, the haircut put me on tilt. I was feeling very shaky afterwards, and the little cut hairs on my neck didn’t help. I was jumpy, irritable, drove aggressively, etc. I desperately wanted to get high. Telling myself that that wasn’t possible (logistically, for sure, and for all the good reasons as well), I then wanted to eat (and eat and eat and eat).

I kept in my head, though, and did my best to convince myself that that wasn’t the right way to go.

The strangest thing about the entire thing was, I wasn’t even hungry. Not at all. Stomach wasn’t growling, no hunger pangs, etc.

But I survived. It was only one night of struggle, and I’m sure there will be many more, but it felt good to overcome the whole episode.

So, some stats:

Day 3 Food:

Orange juice (16 ounces) (which has been good in place of breakfast for now)
Greek spinach salad with grilled eggplant and vinaigrette (decent sized serving)
Three tangerines
Water
Chunky chicken and sausage gumbo (2 servings)
Fruit punch (16 ounces or so)


Exercise: 5,600 steps (with no real change in my walks with Tessie)

Weight: 277 (down 10)



I think I need to start stepping up the exercise thing. Not sure how I’ll accomplish that, but I’ve got to do it soon or else I’ll plateau, lose faith in this whole thing, and revert to my old ways.

The camera ran out of juice before I could take the third pic, so only two views of me today (I know, you’re mightily disappointed…).

Thanks for reading!