I used to dread a new pcp week cause it meant a bunch of new, unmanageable-contortionist exercises. Oddly, I wasn't horrified by the workout. (That is by no means a challenge to you Patrick!) I'm no superstar but have become immune to the inventive ways that Patrick and Chen find to torture us. Of course, I have no idea what the kung-fu situp is but I know it's lurking.
The diet, on the other hand, kills me. Tonight, I hardboiled five eggs and weighed them. Normally I wouldn't bother with such nonsense but after seeing the new diet plans and more grams being trimmed, my brain and stomach were sending SOS messages to each other.
I'm not sure I experienced real hunger pangs (the mind is powerful) but my stomach definitely said "EAT THE BIGGEST ONE" (cause theoretically it should have the most egg white, right?) and save the smaller ones for breakfast. Lemme tell you folks the range was pretty decent, from 56-61 grams. I weighed the apples too although I have to eat them regardless of weight. Here's hoping that I get the smallest one on a less hungry day.
At work today, I actually lifted the bowl to my mouth and licked it clean to make sure not a single grain of couscous was missed. Yup, a new low. Redefining pathetic, that's me!
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