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This is X-23. Apparently a girl clone of Wolverine. She might appear in Hugh Jackman’s last Wolverine film. I need the healing powers. For animals check out Cath’s photos at the Vancouver Aquarium

OK. Yesterday was a fail in the rice and wheat department. Who could resist tarte au chocolate as created by an 11-year-old? Honestly. The dessert piece was pure weakness, but I deliberately rebelled by having sushi, which is a tradition after yoga. Speaking of yoga, my abdominal muscles were so fried, the teacher showed me a very cool position using about 12 bolster pillows that allowed my right side to let go.

From a dieting perspective, there’s not a lot you can do when both the conscious and sub-conscious mind flip the bird to the process. What you can do is plan better for, in the case of Plan B, the six remaining days. I am well supplied at home and see no social temptations on the horizon.

However, I am going to have to modify my gym workouts until my right side abs stop hurting. I can’t poke them at all and they do feel actually shredded. The good news is that the gout is 95% gone.


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