I have PT at 9 this morning, which put me in a bind in terms of making my Spanish egg white scramble. There’s a lot of chopping and prepping, and if I’d been thinking, I would have cut everything up last night, but instead I got up this morning and went, “Whoops.”
I ate my egg white snack instead, and will have breakfast after PT. Better than going on an empty stomach, especially since my physical therapist is threatening to make me do a lot of ab work. Since I have no abs to work with, I expect I’ll need some protein in order to build some.
I lost .8 pounds. Total loss = 7.4 pounds in 10 days. I hear week two is slower, but I’m still amazed by how fast this is going. I’m past really minding the absence of wheat or dairy or sugar (or alcohol), and I’m mostly fine with the caffeine, except for last night when I went to my writer’s group on six hours of sleep and eight hours of work, and then I really could have used a jolt.
Which reminds me: the bored barista is our enemy right now, dieting pals. We tried a new place last night, specifically because it had a lot of tea on the menu, and I made sure to ask if the tea was herbal, no caffeine, and not sweetened, and the angry teenager behind the bar assured me it was. (I say assured. It was more like she rolled her eyes and said, “Yuh.”) I took one sip and knew that there was a) at least a little caffeine, and b) some kind of fake sweetener which now tasted like a chemical accident to my revirginized taste buds.
I got a mineral water instead. Have you guys run into any problems in restaurants?
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