Johnny Utah
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Diet is still working well and prep is the biggest concern. I was making a turkey meatloaf last night and someone shut the timer off and it got a bit over done - almost annihilated. I started to get really pissed as this was going to be my meal prep for the next few days. I think it's still salvageable, but it's amazing how much more thought goes into food and how much more each bite means. It's kinda weird. I love going out to eat, but I don't want to since I know there won't be many options to keep me in my calorie range. I'm happier cooking at home and knowing I'm staying on track to keep the scale moving downward.
I hear you. I have stopped going out to eat entirely, along with no booze…..it makes things a lot easier to drop weight. Having done this in the past, even if I allowed one cheat a week my focus would be on that cheat and I would be more susceptible to having multiple cheats. My thought this year is to just suck it up, it’s a 100 days (my diet plan), then I can start to insert things once the spring is here.
Breaking things for 100 days also resets some of the habits I had with people. My friends still call to go out every weekend or have a BBQ/beer share on a cold day. My family still packs desert and lots of salty food for gatherings expecting me to house it. But I have to say no to everyone and explain I am on a quest. That is the hardest part. Having done this for the third year in a row it is getting a lot easier as it is forming a pattern with family/friends - especially with booze and eating out.
It feels incredibly selfish, but I am sure it is not.
Last year I only lost eight pounds when I did this, but I did not ride as much and walked instead. In addition my cheat meals were out of hand. Some weeks I had two cheats…..these would essentially negate all progress.
Once I completed the no booze thing last year for three months or so I left on my annual journey to Moab. My first drink was going to be in Amarillo Texas where we were waiting for some other friends to join up so we could caravan through New Mexico into Utah. We stopped at a steak house where I ordered deep fried mushrooms and was desperately craving a Stone IPA. I asked the bartender if they had such beer, to which she stated no and tried to sell me a local beer. After not having booze for 85 days or so I was set in what I wanted. She remembered she had a bottled beer with a dragon or something on it, after asking if I could see it I pleasantly ordered two (don’t worry, it was my turn to sit in the passenger seat). I ordered a third 🤪




