Deep Fried Pickles

This week: 180.8
+/-: +2.8
Net +/-: -0.4

Yep, I was expecting that this morning. Feeling pretty puffy and my wedding ring is threatening to blow up my finger, where usually it's pretty loose...I feel like I'm typing with Homer Simpson's hands. But it was worth it for a pretty awesome evening! I will spare you all the gruesome details, but suffice it to say that I would have probably been better off if the server at Sherlock Holmes had brought me one of those big blue salt licks. On the other hand, I can now take "eat deep-fried dill pickles" off my bucket list and none of you ever need to try them. Unless you want to. Consider yourselves warned though: something that is normally really yummy when it's ice cold and crunchy is generally apt to lose some of its yumminess when it's battered, deep-fried, and served warm.

And limp.

Go where you like with that one.

At any rate, I was sort of feeling like I was doing okay this week up until yesterday. Was slightly derailed by injury, so I haven't worked out at all since Wednesday, but I feel like I've made some degree of peace with the Paleo Diet. It's better as a guideline than as a gospel, so I have added some grains back into my diet and reunited myself with yogurt. Also, and I'm not particularly proud of this, but I had chocolate every day this week. Not too much, but it was there.

So where to from here? I'll admit that when I got on the scale this morning I was pretty depressed and I'm closer to just giving up today than I have been in a long time. Because honestly, who wants to fight with their weight constantly? I could get hit by a bus or diagnosed with a terminal illness tomorrow - shouldn't I just be grateful for good health? Or is it lazy of me to accept my mediocrity?

Yes, and yes. So I think it's necessary to set some more specific goals. Will think on that while I throw the turkey in the oven...