Yesterday was the bachelor party.
Instead of strippers and tequila, it was carbs, carbs, and more carbs.
My go-to order at my local diner is guacamole and chips, followed by spaghetti carbonara.
The bartender mentioned a chorizo omelette as one of the specials, and I ordered that instead of the guacamole and chips.
The omelette came with potatoes, whole wheat toast, and tiny pats of butter.
Round 1.
I looked at ESPN.com on my iPhone as I shoveled food into my mouth.
The spaghetti carbonara arrived just as I was finishing the omelette.
Round 2.
The carbonara came with small thick ovals of sesame toast. I asked the bartender for more butter. I set aside two pats for the bread and I folded the third pat into the carbonara.
I was aware of a couple also sitting at the bar. I wondered what they thought of me and my Round 1 and Round 2.
I felt my heart beating heavy.
I paid my bill and left the diner.
My "last night of freedom" gave me a food coma instead of a hangover, and it confirmed that I was making the right decision the next day.
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Today I'm sobered up for the wedding.
I'm committing to publishing a blog post every day for the rest of my life.
I'll be writing about "The Long Road to 155 Pounds @ 15% Body Fat, without using a GLP-1."
It's a little impulsive, like eloping to Vegas to be married by an Elvis impersonator.
Am I really giving up the one-night stands with pizza, the vacation flings with cheesecake?
I've always heard, "You can't just go on a diet, you've got to make it a lifestyle."
Today I'm hoping that making a public commitment helps me (and maybe others watching me) in a world of food temptations, attractive strangers, and divorce attorneys.
Today I hold my own hand, slip a ring on my own finger, and recite the vows I wrote.
Today I say "I do."