Denial

This is strangely easy.

I had planned to go to boot camp this morning, but I couldn't get up at 5 am (it starts at 5:30), so I went running instead. Ran about 3 miles and took the dog with me.

After running I got on the scale and was at 216. I knew I was going to score low: sweat. But I was surprised that I wasn't back on the 220's.

• Breakfast: Oatmeal with soy milk (I'm really digging this), a handful of blueberries, some strawberries.

• Lunch: Veggie combo at my usual sushi spot.

The sushi experience was another tough one. I love sushi. It's probably my favorite food on earth. I come to this sushi place at least once a week and order their lunch special: four pieces of nigiri, four pieces of roll and a handroll. The fish changes each day of the week.

When I got to the restaurant I thought I was going to order my usual. However, I noticed the Veggie combo and ordered it. Futo Maki, cucumber roll and avocado roll, with a salad.

I wish I could say it was horrible, that I felt unfulfilled... but I hate to admit it: It was good!

It felt like the right amount of food.

I also made a discovery: what I crave about the sushi is not so much the fish, but the flavor of the wasabi and soy sauce. I was happy.

We'll see about dinner tonight. My wife read the blog today and, by messenger, commented:

Wife: you're giving up dairy and chicken this week?

Me: yup

Wife: already cheese and meat

Me: yup

Wife: what the hell am I going to cook for dinner???

Which brings up an interesting point. Breakfast and lunch are easy. At my house, everybody is on their own. Dinner is different. Dinner brings the family together.

To me, sharing the same food and conversation every day is the most important glue that keeps a family strong and together forever.

Also, I don't want to impose my new weird approach to eating on the rest of them. So, I'll have to find a way to dance around it. I told my wife not to worry about me, that I would figure something out.

So far switchihng my eating habits so dramatically has been easy. Too easy. And I don't usually have too much will power when it comes to food.

So, I must be in denial. My knees and my will may buckle the first time I'm in front of a juicy steak and plump fries.

But I'll cross that bridge when I get to it. In the meantime, denial is bliss.