So today's my first day of losing weight for LA. Last Friday I weighed 237, so how did I do over the weekend?
I failed. I'm up a pound.
One poor LA kid, we'll call him Hunter, will miss out on his second happy meal. Sorry, Hunter.
I think it was the Mexican. No, not Hunter, the food that gave me the pound. Saturday, MyQueen and I went to our local Mexican restaurant. I had a combo platter and two margaritas. The salt and the lard are probably still bloating my veins.
The five worst things you can eat at a Mexican restaurant are: chips, quesadillas, nachos, refried beans, and shredded cheese. I ate 3 of those, with an emphasis on the cheese.
For the record, the four best foods, which I should have ate: tacos, arroz dishes, fajitas, or the soups. This is all thanks to the eDiets website. I ate none of them.
Now I've got to explain to Hunter that the reason Brianna gets two McDonaldland surprises to slip into her 3x sweatpants and He only gets one, is because Robby likes his drink. This keeps up, and Hunter's gonna have to choke down a carrot, like some sickly New York kid.
Today I ate better. I drank lots of water and I did 3 miles on the treadmill in under 45 minutes. Clearly not a marathoner, but I'm trying to get my stamina to where I can work out. I had oatmeal for breakfast, a sandwich thin with tuna on it for lunch, and dinner I ate sofrito beef with cheese, but I kept my portion small, and went without desert.
We'll see what tomorrow holds for Hunter. Hopefully he'll get his cheeseburger back.
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