I weighed in early -- went down yesterday -- and was pleasantly surprised to find that after two weeks' unbridled license, or so it seemed to me, I had in fact not gained weight but had actually lost 6.2 pounds for a total weight loss of 44.6 pounds over the first fifteen weeks of this diet. Not a bad way to celebrate my 60th birthday!
I suspect that two things are happening. One, because I've been scrupulously measuring and weighing things for several months I've internalized some of the lessons learned. Two, all that bike riding maybe has kicked my metabolism up a notch.
I celebrated with more unbridled license -- a birthday dinner, cooked by Mr. southphl, that included a boneless pork chop served in a white wine reduction; two small redskin potatoes, boiled; a huge helping of steamed green beans with olive oil and herbs; and a dessert sampler of two kinds of store-bought mousse and a small scoop of Turkey Hill Rocky Road ice cream. Also a one-cup serving of potato chips, the better half of a split of Veuve Cliquot, and a bottle of "Gandalf Wine" (Nobilio sauvignon blanc from New Zealand, mmmm.)
This morning I'm a lot less hungover than I ought to be by rights and am eager to get on my bike with Mr. souphl and visit yet another Fairmount Park house. Strawberry Mansion this time, because it is to be closed for renovations at the end of the summer.
Oh, and today's lunch will be leftover bluefish with 99-cent bag veggies; and today's dinner will be black beans, brown rice, and yet still more 99-cent veggies. We still have half of the 99-cent bag o' green beans to steam. Reading Terminal Market is The Light and The Way!
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