Tastes like filth. Filth with ketchup.
I am now entering the last week of my weight loss program, and have lost a grand total of 56 lbs, which leaves me approximately 15 lbs short of my goal weight. That's not an admission of failure or defeat - it was never my goal to lose (not loose) all that weight in the 20 weeks of the program (though I wouldn't have minded...). I'm still losing between 1 and 2 pounds per week so I plan to keep it up until I've reached my goal.
Over the past few weeks, however, it's occured to me that I should experiment with adding elements of my old lifestyle back to the mix. Two weeks ago I stopped at a McDonald's while I was driving back from Portland after spending the day with Emmi and her boyfriend Bobby (which was a fucking rockin' time, by the way), and purchased a Quarter Pounder.
Friday night, I ordered a Cheesy Bites pizza from Pizza Hut.
Both are now on my list of the most rancid filth I have ever tasted. I used to love these fucking things, but now I can't stand the taste. The Quarter Pounder made me so ill that I was almost ready to pull my car over and purge just to rid myself of it's awful properties. The pizza was nowhere near as good as I remember. There was so much grease - it just wasn't any good.
I find it worth mentioning these things because those items of "food" used to be my favorites - staples of my diet. Now I can't stand to have them.
So what now? What's the score here? What comes next?