I’m a little amazed. The 2-pound weight drop is holding steady, and this is after having a huge steak dinner last night. Nothing like barbecue to get the into the caveman groove, I guess, and we did it up well: Striploin steak with a mushroom balsamic glaze, grilled asparagus and even grilled tomatoes. It was so delicious that I kept on eating to the point where I said I can’t believe I ate the whole thing. Whew.
A mini morning glory muffin and a coffee for breakfast, and I was good. And so very, very thankful to have some bread-y comfort food around the house for what seems like the first time in weeks, even though it’s only been 5 days. It definitely took the edge off. I started to think that maybe my pre-challenge strategy of stocking up on lots of very good bread just before I started (as in eating a whole demi loaf of Terra’s fig and anise bread in one day) was not a very smart thing to do. It feels now like I’m in some kind of Betty Ford bread rehab program and, I tell ya, it’s hard to go cold turkey.
I’m pumped about tonight’s dinner, which is seafood tacos — grilled halibut and prawns marinated in some olive oil, cumin and chili powder, served up with all the trimmings — guacamole, salsa, some sliced pickled jalapenos (handily sitting in the fridge and begging to be used up), some chopped cilantro, and then red cabbage coleslaw on the side. Butter lettuce leaves are the stand-in for the tortillas. Yum…very good. Extremely messy, though, but they were worth every lick of the fingers.
So two nights in a row of particularly delicious dinners. Is this just good luck? I’m feeling pretty good about this so far, but in the corner of my mind a few worrisome thoughts are starting to creep in. I’m sensing some pressure, I think. What will I be able to come up with for tomorrow?