100 Days

All right, here’s how I feel right now. After two days of not really eating that well I feel like I am right back at square one. I can’t seem to put together a string of good days. Is it possible that I have totally regressed mentally into what I was before this began?

And here’s the kicker: Wednesday, I am supposed to go on something of a blindish date. I say blindish date because I am not really sure exactly what it is. A friend from work set me up with her friend. I’ve talked to this girl on the phone several times, we seem to get along pretty well and we exchanged photos today. So that’s all cool. But she, for some reason, doesn’t want to meet one on one. So tomorrow I get to go out drinking with her and her work friends, none of whom I have ever met. It could be awkward, but I guess I’ll just have to rely on the good old Dan Nied charm to get by.

But anyway, the point is, I’ll have to drink a little bit. Also there is the possibility of food. If I order a salad, then I’ll look like a total pussy. I think the way out of this one is to eat before I go and then go really light when it is time to order. That will save money, too. I am very smart.

So anyway, yeah I kind of have a date tomorrow (I think). So that is pretty sweet.

I’m sure you all are wondering where I was Monday that I couldn’t post anything. (At least I am sure those of you who don’t know me are wondering. Well, at least you are now, since I brought it up.) I took a one-day trip to San Francisco for a job interview. I hadn’t ever been to California before, so I was pretty excited to head out there. I also met up with Jeff, a friend from college who happens to work for a prominent newspaper in the Bay Area. Jeff is much more successful than me, so I made him pay for drinks (Not true. He paid for drinks voluntarily). So, since I am really good at looking for excuses, I will go ahead and say that I was on a mini-vacation Monday night when I has some very rich fettucine alfredo (I have no clue how to spell these words, hopefully I am right) at one of the finer restaurants in San Fran.

It was a good time all around. I’ll hear about the job in the next few weeks and I will keep you all posted.

But now my main concern is getting back into rhythm. I must work out Wednesday, since I haven’t since last Thursday. Also, I must put together some good eating, even if I am going to have a few beers later on. One screw up doesn’t mean the whole day is a wash.

I am starting to get a little bit worried about regressing physically. I came a long way, and now I seem to be on a big plateau. But I have to remind myself that if I keep doing what I was doing, then everything will be fine in the long run.