What a weekend it's been, I won't go into all the decisions that I am thinking about but they are contributing towards my general stress levels. Then on Monday night I stand on the scales to find that my weight had gone UP. And if I wanted any hope of my cock being released next week I will have to drop not 2 pounds but 6 pounds.
It didn’t help my mood the next morning when I got a spam email telling me that Oprah lost 14 pounds in 5 weeks and to check out a website. Big deal I thinks, that is just 2.8 pounds per week I've got to do better than that.
Of course even if I achieve the target, chances are I will only be allowed out for a day.
I have been wondering how, when I have been doing all the right things during the week, that I managed not only fail to loose the 2 pounds, but to gain 2 instead. I now suspect the electric scales. After all, My Dearest said last week she wasn’t sure if it was reading correctly. Problem is, I am not allowed to weigh myself during the week to see how things are going. A rule My Dearest and I agreed to, to make things more interesting. It’s doing that alright. I am considering making up a known weight to test the scales. A bag of sand or something like that. Then each time I am weighed. I weigh the bag first to see if that has lost or gained weight. If the weight is changing, then I will know that something is wrong with the scales.
OK, lets try and be positive, I've had a setback now to move forward. I am starting to think that 6 pounds in a week, though not impossible, after all that's what I managed during the first week, could be too difficult a target for me. But 8 pounds in a fortnight or 4 pounds a week would be more achievable. I just need to get my mind adjusted to a 2 week continuous lock up. This would be by far the longest time I would have been locked in the CB3000. Not a prospect I am looking forward to but these are the rules. I am just going to have to accept them.
One of the reasons why I don't think I will be able to make the target is that during the week I will be going away on business. 3 nights away in a hotel. 4 days away being fed from restaurants. Sounds good doesn’t it. Not if you’re trying to loose 6 pounds it’s not. Then comes the sociable drinks. I don’t drink alcohol as a rule, and normally have soft drinks. I was thinking of having fruit juices instead, that was until I found out the other day that they can be just as bad as a Coke. Terrrrrriffic!
