Accursed illness strikes again! Yea, and verily do I say unto ye’all: avoid the flu this season. It’s working backwards, from the lungs upward to the throat and last of all the nose. For me, the pattern is usually the reverse.
This past week, I have been participating in a week-long review course for the Series 7. That test is the entry-level licensing test for registered representatives, a.k.a. associates of a broker/dealer firm, a.k.a. brokers. So I found myself in an unfamiliar environment with two dining options: (a) eat at the in-building deli, or (b) eat at the not-so-nearby restaurants and risk returning late. So five gyros and five nacho plates later, I am settling in at a cozy 185 pounds. A reform is overdue.
These sniffles impede my efforts… I must wake at 5:15am, drive to the YMCA, exercise, return by 6:30am, finish eating my roast beef breakfast by 6:45 am, shower and dress by 7:15 am, and enter my office by 7:30am. The schedule is ridiculously tight and quite unforgiving. Yet if I can make it to bed by 9pm, then all of it becomes possible.
A new goal: I shall lose 30 pounds by May 1. That’s just ten pounds per month. That’s 2.5 pounds per week. I can lose less than a pound every other day and achieve this goal.
True, I have been optomistic before… time after time… again and again and again. But this time I will stick to my plans. William’s sister, Faith, has suggested the following: “Eat breakfast like a king, lunch like a queen, and dinner like a pauper.” So I’ll have roast beef for breakfast, salad for lunch, and then some frozen fish fillets for dinner. That ought to be the general template.
So, when I read this post in three months, what will I be saying? History speaks clearly enough, but then again, I managed to drop to 157 pounds (or so) in law school at the end of year one. Can I do it again?