This is a shot of the Sinister Six but I only recognize half of them. Here’s where I am watching it rain. West Vancouver.
Mutant Diet Phase 3 Day 77
Happy Father’s Day to me. I had a plan. A good one. It involved my first mistake, believing a weather forecast, and hoping I could lie on the beach and read a book. Nope. Rain.
As I prepare for a super low sugar and refined carb two-week sprint, I’m thinking about weak points and counter measures.
2 PM at work. My Waterloo hour where the craving for sugar is the worst. I need to use the “it’s only until Sunday” logic to avoid trouble. First step, the Urban Fare food store across the street is off limits. Only for a couple of weeks. I can do that, surely. And don’t call me Surely.
Night. No fluids except water. And maybe acetaminophen, which isn’t normally a liquid. Emergency backup: bacon.
I have to totally watch the sauces and extras that sneak in.
No diet sheet today. I’ll double up tomorrow, plus it’s my swan song weekend to carbs so it won’t be instructive in any way.
