3-days and blah

Okay so here's what happened with the diet:

I followed day one and day two perfectly, with only one exception. There were a couple of things I just didn't eat because I didn't want it. And you can't really count NOT eating something as cheating. So, yes. I followed it perfectly.

And then day three happened. And everything went downhill.

On day three, my office had Zoe's called in for lunch - that was the day I was supposed to have two slices of bacon and one slice of bread for lunch (originally I think I was supposed to have 2 ounces of nuts or something, but I decided to use the bacon substitute at the last minute).

When Zoe's arrived at the office, I didn't go near the kitchen until everyone had eaten and everything was put away. I then proceeded to heat up my bacon in the microwave while I gobbled up my pathetic slice of bread.

A few of my co-workers sensed the bacon-y smell floating around the office and questioned what in the world it could be ... because who brings bacon to an office? I automatically started to question the smell with them as I quickly shoved the bacon pieces into my mouth to destroy the evidence. Pretty sure that's the first and last time the blr | further microwave will greet bacon slices again.

Around 3:00 pm, I stood up from my chair to go do something, and I immediately felt like I was either 1) going to faint 2) throw up or 3) die. I made my way into the kitchen and found two little pita breads to get me through the rest of the day.

Around 5:00 pm, I received a text message from my friend, Rachel, letting me know she was excited about watching MadMen that night and that she had dinner waiting on me.

Whoops.

I completely forgot about those plans. And there was no way I was going to text her back and say, "Ohhh, yeah. About that. I'm on a 3-day diet that's probably not going to work so I can't eat the food that you so generously made for me."

Thankfully, Rachel is a very health conscious person and made some nicely baked chicken with vegetables and rice - it was quite good ... but to me, I was so completely famished that it tasted like what I imagine happiness would taste like if it had flavor.  Divine.

So upon the next morning's dawn (actually closer to 7:10 am, the time I wake up every morning. I couldn't tell you what dawn looks like), I made the dreaded walk to the scale.

4 pounds lost.
4 pounds lost in 3 days - which everyone keeps saying is actually pretty good.

And I haven't weighed in since, but I'm pretty sure that it's all completely back due to the pizza and alcohol and mexican food I've ingested this last week.

Whatever.

And just what was the lesson I learned: Diets are stupid, and food is the best.