(See my intro post to find out why I started this diet in the first place.)
Finally! It’s all over. Eight weeks on the steak and eggs diet and I can’t take any more. I’m sick of it. Sick. Of. It.
So how’d it go?
Well, you can be the judge, but I’m both happy and disappointed in my efforts.
Yeah, I know that doesn’t make any sense.
I’m happy because I went from a 35 inch waist to a 31 ¾ inch waist. I dropped a ton of bloat. Got a slight bit more definition. And overall I just look better.
I’m disappointed because this was the most poorly adhered to diet I’ve ever done. Ever.
Not quite sure what was wrong with me either. Normally, I’m like a fucking rock. No exceptions whatsoever. And I figured by making this diet public I’d be holding myself even more accountable than usual.
I was expecting a goddamn miraculous transformation.
Instead, I cheated and cheated. Then cheated some more. Maybe I’m just getting too old for this shit. Maybe the white in my beard tells more than I care to admit.
So I’m a poor example to follow when it comes to dieting. Still, I have some results to show for my (halfhearted) efforts. I guess that speaks to the power of the diet itself. If I can still shed inches from my waist with my half-assed dieting, that says something.
Or so I tell myself. Again, you can be the judge.
These pictures were taken after my usual Saturday binge. By now, you know the tale. Cheez-its. Donuts. Brownies. Drinks. It’s getting old. I should have taken my pictures Saturday morning – that’s when I looked my best.
But post-binge keeps it real.
So what you see is what you get. Not the best shape I’ve ever been in, but far better than just a couple months ago. And yes, in some of the pictures I’m flexing and it does make a difference.
It is what it is.
And lest you think I’m just going to let myself go, all over again, that ain’t gonna happen (although you never know with me). My plan is to keep dropping fat as I transition into a more varied real food diet. So progress will slow, but it will continue. I’ll probably throw up another picture update down the road when I have something worth showing.
So this is it. The last of my Sunday update pictures. No more softcore photos for you.
Honestly, I still shake my head every time I see these overly revealing, yet unflattering, pictures. And still, I keep hitting that damn “Publish” button anyway.
Yeah, I’ve got issues.
(Doing my naked pirate thang.)