The Master Cleanser: Day 8
Weight: 157.6 (-13.5)
Restless Remorseful Resolved
First, the desire hatched an idea.
Then the idea became a challenge.
The challenge bred committment.
The committment begat stubborness.
Now, stubborness has morphed into habit.
The Master Cleanser has become second nature, a way of life. My weight seems to have plateaued. Mentally I'm at a very serene, peaceful place. Lemons and I are buddies. I've crafted a livable arrangement with salt water. Eating rarely crosses my mind.
Now, notice I said "rarely".
My wife - who has been very supportive, I must say - did inadvertently tempt me over the weekend with chicken salad on wheat, and those Burger King "Angry Whopper" commercials spark my saliva glands every time. At this point I'm even a little curious about the Bacon-'n-Cheese flavor of our dogs' Beggin' Strips.
But up ahead in the distance, that my friends, is the finish line.
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