DAY THREE: IS FRENCH TOAST A DIET FOOD?

Okay, not starting out to be a banner diet day. See Jenny and I had this big meeting and we'll not know the outcome for a day or two and so, which is actually more stressful than the meeting itself because now we're just waiting for word. And we can't do anything about it.

Over the weekend we could practice our Pitch. We could still somehow control our fate.

And amazingly, I could control my eating. But at eleven fifteen the pitch was over and the wait was on and have you ever thought of the word "Wait" and "WEIGHT" being the same word?

Just occured to me. Which I guess is a reason to blog. WAIT = WEIGHT = FRENCH TOAST.

Now if Einstein had come up with something like that, he might have had something. But Mr. Smarty Relativity pants never saw the connection between WAIT and WEIGHT.

Now here's the thing. As a guy, I will not lie about what my actions are -- regarding food. I'm not proud of French Toast, oh, and did I mention the fried potatoes I got with them? ANYWAY,
Guys don't lie about food. It's unmanly. Embarrassing perhaps but unmanly. I also, if you noticed published my weight in my first entry. No, "Oh my pants are feeling looser" type analysis for me. That's kind of a girl thing. But for me, it's the numbers that do the trick. If a week from when I started I'm lower, I'm doing something right. If not, I've got to eat less.

The numbers talk. (Just like my equation up top.) Now I'm also wondering... since I've had fried potatoes and french toast do I just blow off the whole day and just dive into a big bowl of ice cream and not come out until tomorrow? This is the dieters constant dilemna. Then there's the excuses about waiting around to hear about something that's important to me. A woman, perhaps even or especially, MY WOMAN would understand, especially since she's waiting too.

But no excuses. Or maybe just a little candy bar....