My Fitness Pal says 1,463 calories for the day.
I've noticed some people dropping out of the challenge. Until our fearless leader tells us it's over, I'm still in. I was sick for the last few days and still managed to get my pics uploaded, even if the next day. If I can eat it, I can take a photo of it (or at least find a representative pic on the internet - that's fair and reasonable, right?) If I don't have time to record it, I really shouldn't be eating it. If I can eat it, I can tweet it. If I can smell it, I can tell it. If I can... Well, you get the idea.
Today, so far, only coffee. But since I am feeling better, I may ramp up soon. And I have gone from my starting weight of 155.4 to 151.something. Let's hope that "holds." Wait - let me rephrase that. There is no "hope" in the equation: It's up to me whether it holds or not. Weight is not some kind of mystery that I have no control over. I eat like a pig - I gain weight. I eat less than my body needs - I lose weight. It's as simple as that.
All right, truth time: I ate another 1/2 cup of the ice cream: (darn us, why did we buy it? It's the two Celebrity Apprentice flavors and we had to be educated in order to vote, right?)
I forgot to photograph the fish, I was in such a frenzy, so I went out and found a photo: Sam's Club tilapia, and cut out half the pic to show the correct portion: 1.5 pieces (I ate all that was leftover from last night - sorry to my other other family members!)
Uh-oh - look what happened when I was short on time and driving the family station wagon around town:
Qualifying statements: I took some of the tartar sauce off. I only ate about a dozen french fries stolen from my daughter's portion. I didn't purchase a coke, but I did drink a 12-oz. one from our pantry, earlier in the day as a little hair of the dog from my feeling-sick experience the last few days. I am about to eat 1/2 a piece of toast because my stomach feels like it has cobwebs in it.
That's it - good night - My Fitness Pal says 1,463