A good week is me not cheating on my diet. Maybe a tiny slip here or there (I had some salad dressing that contained sugar on lunch today, for example) but overall the quality of my food shoots up and my caloric intake plummets. I feel better, my sense of smell is heightened (weird, right?) and I'll drop like 8-12 pounds in a week. Did you read that? I said I've done that like 25 times. Lost 10 pounds in a week. So am I so skinny I'm dead?

Yup. This is a ghost writing. Spooky.

I'm not dead from skinnyness because the weekends happen every week. A big homemade breakfast or Beto's breakfast burrito, fast food lunch, sugary snacks all day and a whole pizza for myself for dinner is a very typical Saturday. Sunday is similar, and by Monday I'm pretty close to where I was a week prior. Plus I'm totally demoralized from working really hard and then having nothing to show for it except fresh stretch marks and a crater in my debit account.

Poor me, right?

So that's why after two days of eating well and doing some exercise, I'm not even pumped. I think I'm on track to make it 26 times that I have a great week, but my real test comes Saturday. Can I still believe that I deserve to eat well, feel good, sleep better and save money even though I'm not going to work? Is that even possible. We'll see.

Also, I messed with the formatting and likely ruined this blog, so to my readers out there, I'm sorry that you don't exist. You'll just have to deal with the new template to the best of your imaginary abilities.