Body Fat: 27%
You've probably noticed a significant drop from yesterday. Before you all start wondering what kind of crazy diet this is, I want to remind you that I switched to weighing myself in the morning. Apparently I sweat off a couple of pounds each night heaving myself into bed. Anyways, expect consistency from here on in.
So, although today was simply Day 3 in Fluff to Buff land, it was a celebration in the real world. I recently graduated from law school and am also moving out of the home I've known for the last three years (my aunt and uncle's basement suite). As a result they threw a party for me. Being lawyers themselves, they knew that an appropriate gift would be alcohol related. I was given a nice martini set and my uncle insisted that we try it out. Being a pushover generally, and regarding alcohol in particular, I gave in. I also ate a baby potato, strictly forbidden by South Beach. And so, here I am, on Day 3, admitting a momentary lapse. However, I insist on chalking it up to social pressure rather than a failure of my resolve. Ann Landers probably would not approve. But she's dead and if she ever tries to tell me, I'm not letting her near me - zombies are known to eat the living and they're probably full of horrible diseases and enbalming chemicals. Frankly, none of those sound like they carry with them positive health consequences.As proof of my still extant commitment, I am going to a party tonight at a very loud and drunken bar and intend to drink only calorie-free non-alcoholic drinks. As I may have mentioned, the no alcohol portion of South Beach is only two weeks. So, the truly painful part of my diet is only going to last for the next two weeks. It should give me a chance to observe drunks in their natural habitat, rather than being one of them. It may not be fun, but it should be informative.
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