Fuck you, fridge

This week: 178.0
+/-: -1.6 (Thank goodness...)
Net +/-: -3.2

There's a shocker! Maybe it's delayed justice from last week, 'cause this week sure wasn't anything special. Can't help but still feel a little bummed by my apparent lack of progress overall, but I will take this little bit of motivation and run with it. Got lots of great training in this week and I feel like I'm building some momentum in that department...the thing is, I LIKE working out. It never feels like a chore, unlike certain other changes that have to happen if weight loss is to occur!

I'm starting to hate food. I want to say to the cupboards: "You guys suck! You are never stocked with what I need at the right times, and you, baking cupboard, you suck harder than anyone! Keep your stinking chocolate chips to yourself, you evil shitty temptress!"

To the Paleo Diet book: "Fuck you and the horse you rode in on! I don't even like meat very much! Are you trying to force me into a miserable existence, devoid of all the comforts I have come to take for granted? Don't you know I'm tired and emotionally spent and am liable to set you on fire if you don't let me have chocolate on a daily basis? Don't answer any of those questions."

To the fridge: " You rotten giant box of rotten leftovers! You are a space-eating, energy-guzzling reminder of all the best-laid plans and forgotten work that I put in thinking I was going to behave myself. That roasted pork tenderloin stares up at me like a sad, severed pig penis that I can't possibly stomach anymore...just stop it! Go away and leave me the hell alone!"

Ranting done. In light of the fact that following the paleo diet 100% was overwhelming last week and I ended up making lots of bad mistakes because I was aiming too high, this week I am just going to take it one day at a time. The Paleo Diet for Athletes is on its way; although I know it's a stretch to call myself an athlete, perhaps it will help me stay a little closer to the straight and narrow. Will check in in a couple of days.