Plan D Day 47

Pretty much, yeah. Classic errors repeated. Hold off on dinner because the kids were doing something else, try to go shopping before eating a real dinner, realize you’re starving and about to murder random people and then … eat a hot dog at Costco.

The good news is that I’m stocked up with salad and meat supplies for the next big push.

In the realm of body image, something I’d pondered over the years seems to have come true. I was afraid that I would look worse (or think I look worse) in the middle of a large scale diet/fitness effort. Well, that seems to have come true. When I catch myself in the mirror I have muscles and lard in odd places and proportions. The problem is that I fundamentally do not trust my own perceptions. When these perceptions are put against other measurements (weight, waist, body fat, etc.) they make even less sense.

The risk for diet/fitness efforts is that you may set a goal of n pounds or x inches lost but what if you look like crap when you reach the goal? That kind of thinking must be a naysayer’s delight.