(See my intro post to find out why I’m taking the steak and eggs diet challenge.)
Honestly, I can’t even say I was on the steak and eggs diet this week. Anyone who read my last post knows that at the start of this week I went 3 days without eating any food.
That’s hardly part of the diet protocol. I then broke my fast with a meal that included potatoes, onions, and beer.
Not part of the protocol.
The next night I had steak and eggs, but the meal also included leftover potatoes and onions (had to use ‘em up, you know). It was delicious.
But not part of the protocol.
Far from the steak and eggs protocol.
And finally, my typical Saturday binge: Cheeze-itz (half a box, as usual), french fries (mmmm . . . ), drinks, and dessert . . .
A massive ginger molasses cookie and a fat hunk of fudge chocolate chunk brownie. Now, a brownie and a cookie may seem minor compared to some of my previous binges, but this was no ordinary cookie/brownie duo.
They were beasts.
Soft, chewy, decadent beasts. Fresh made from the bakery at a local country store. Absolutely spectacular!
But the question arises, how did I stray so far from my diet this week? And why the hell would I go three days without food?
I answered that last question in the related post, but to answer the first I need to go back to last Sunday’s meal.
Instead of gorging on my usual weekend crap-fest, I decided I wanted to eat something real. Something nourishing. So I hit up some roast chicken and veggies.
Two pounds of bone in and skin on chicken thighs. And loads of vegetables. Enough food to feed a family of six (or four manly men).
I ate all of it.
I couldn’t help myself. For the previous 6 weeks I had been eating steak and eggs during the week and then binging on junk food during the weekends. I hadn’t had much in the way of wholesome home cooking.
When I finally got a taste, I lost control. Completely.
So I ate it all and slurped down the broth. Naturally, I felt sick as hell afterwards . . . and so began my 3 day fast.
So take this week’s results for what they are – a week in which I didn’t eat for three days, and then went all out on meals that do not adhere to the diet.
In other words, a week in which I did not stick to the diet whatsoever.
Still, you’d think after 3 days without food I’d have some positive results to show for it.
And you’d be right.
According to the tape measure, I’m now sitting at a 32 inch waist. Actually, the tape measure reads 1/16th of an inch less – just under 32 inches, but I’m calling it 32. That’s a quarter inch less than last week. I included another flexed ab shot just to show off my narrower waist.
And you can even begin to see the split in my bicep muscle when I sorta-flex. Even with my white arms and crappy bathroom lighting.
Not bad, if I do say so myself.
I had planned to stop this diet when I hit 32 inches, but I figure I might as well go one more week since I didn’t follow the diet at all this week. I don’t think I’m going to see much, if any improvement this week, but 8 weeks of dieting seems like a good even number to wrap things up with.
So as long as I don’t blow it, next Sunday should be my final update post. I don’t know what I’ll write about after that, but I’ll figure something out.
(Picture of tasty brownies by Nikita! at flickr.)