By socalbd
When I woke up on Sunday morning I thought back to what had transpired on Friday and Saturday. I was sore physically but felt good mentally. There was a plan to move forward even though there were strings attached.
The goal was not to gain any weight this week. That sounded easy enough, but then again I had never really tracked what I ate and my gym workouts to this point were more about a means to stay a little active than to actually transform my body.
I got on the scale in my bathroom and it registered 186. It was two pounds heavier than the scale John had used. The current goal then was to be less than 186 on my scale throughout the week. I decided the easiest way to achieve this was to eat smaller portions and make a few better decisions. This week it would be less coke and more water. Plate portions would be smaller, and if I went out I was only going to eat half the meal and bring the other half home.
In the back of my mind I knew the 100 lashes would probably happen at some point.
