A battle won, a war to go

Caloric intake yesterday: 605 calories
Rating: 9
Positives: When I felt close to breaking, I made a bargain with myself. "You can sit down and eat inside one small meal a day, at the end of the day, if you've done good, as a form of a reward. If you've done bad, and are close to going over, then only outside." When it was a reward, it felt very nice. And I still, halfway through, threw out the small bowl of cereal because I felt too bloated from it. I didn't clean my plate at all.
Negatives: Not many. The 5 calories over is no big deal. I'm just proud of me for doing as good as I did.

Weight on waking today: 127.8
Some days, self control pays more than others.
HOORAH.





Some of you are probably wondering where "Hoorah" comes from.
When I was in high school, I did pulley training with the US Marines. That means, I hadn't signed up for duty, because I was too young, but I'd go every weekend to the recruiters office, to train with other hopeful recruits in preparation for basic/boot camp for when I could sign up. HOORAH is sort of a Marine yell thing that's shouted when you feel victorious, powerful, determined, etc. Sadly, I didn't get go into the military (which I still regret), due to personal reasons.

Primarily being that I realized that I would want to make a career out of it, and I had a problem eternally hiding any relationships I had and going back into the closet. I pretty much regret it now....


BUT!

Now you know, and knowing is half the battle! (In the words of GI Joe)

I think "HOORAH" is fitting for this.
Because this is no longer a struggle.
This is a full on war.
2.2lb's lost.
7.8lb's to conquer the first enemy outpost.
27.8lb's to go to win the war.

Arm us with our weapons of starvation against the enemy masses of fat.
Fight with me, and taste the sweet nothingness and hunger of victory.
HOORAH!