DAY SEVEN: Down three

Okay, it's more of stomach virus three than an honest to goodness, look at me, Ma, I'm a Grapenuts eating, exercizing fool.

Really haven't eaten much the last three days because my stomach went haywire. So here's my week. First two days -- eat like a champ. Day three, Monday get stressed and eat, then get great news and eat more. Wednesday still celebrating and eating crap. Thursday, Fri and now Saturday -- stomach virus.

Down three pounds. Voila!
Grant it, it's not a traditional diet but isn't that what being a stupid man is all about. We don't do things the "traditional" way. I mean, if people can believe in The Secret, why can't my, Two good days, Two bad days, Three stomach virus days work for everyone!
I gotta write a book.
What will happen this week? If my stomach gets better, and I'm sensing since I felt hunger today for the first time that it just might, that's going to screw up my whole diet plan.

YOU CAN'T COUNT ON THE VIRUS. That'll be a chapter in the book. As far as what to do now, my guess is as good as anyones. (Actually, it's probably not as good as anyones.)