Louie’s Blog #2
Something’s wrong. It shouldn’t be happening like this. I was under the impression that under the “Looney Tunes Diet” that the weight should literally fall off of me, especially when I’m doing Diamond Cutter twice a day, every day for 8 days, except for a time when I strained my groin and one day I did only one workout and another day where I did Diamond Cutter, and later a combination of Red Hot Core and some custom positions with the Yoga Doc to take it easy on the groin. It shouldn’t be like this.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not knocking Chuice or anything, the stuff is great and it should be working like a charm. Maybe my body is just having a hard time adjusting or something. I lost 5 pounds pretty quick and then I’ve just kind of stayed stagnant. I’ve even gained a few pounds on some days, and I’ve stayed pretty strict except for a few times (Jake got pretty frustrated with the diet so we ate a couple of times).
To recap the diet, it’s Chuice in the morning, Chuice at lunch, and a piece of fish for dinner with some salad. During the day we can eat papaya if we want. I’ve stuck pretty close to that, but sometimes I don’t drink Chuice in the morning, and one night I had a beef hamburger patty for dinner instead of fish. Yoga Doc came and stayed with us for a few days and he took us out for dinner. I had 2 chicken skewers and some sushi, so nothing big (still gluten and dairy free). I just do not understanding why I’m not losing more weight. I fully anticipated that I’d be shaving my beard by now.
Have I finally hit my plateau? I shouldn’t be, I don’t think, as I’ve actually stepped up my workouts and was eating way less than normal. So, what’s the issue? Maybe it’s the scale we have at the house, as depending on where you step on it, you could gain or lose several pounds. To test this theory, I sat it down one place and was 364, moved it and was 368, moved it again and was 371, one last time and was down to 363. I guess I’m just frustrated that I’m not getting the results I’m hoping for.
Speaking of frustrated, Jake and I got in to it this week, twice. Both were my fault, at least they were if you ask him. Over the weekend, Jake wanted to mop and wax the floors (even though DDP told him not to) so I helped him all day by moving furniture, cleaning the table and the counters, sweeping and vacuuming the floor so it could be mopped, and I went to get him coffee and to get more floor cleaner, all the while trying to put together Dallas’ Christmas train set. Fast-forward 6 hours and Jake says that we’ll be ready to work out in 30 minutes or so. So, I ice my groin to prepare for the workout. He sees me sitting down and doing this and switches moods.
“You gonna be okay? Just want to make sure you’re comfortable. Are you gonna do anything?! You’re so f’n lazy! I’m sick of it!”
I’m sitting here wondering what I did or if I had just imagined helping him for the last few hours. He asks me to come turn the DVD on for him so he can work out. I start to put my monitor and knee pads on and he says “Don’t bother, just leave me alone!” So I did.
I feel like I’m starting to get long-winded here so I’ll share the other story for another time. Luckily, we got the aftermath on camera so maybe you’ll see it at some point.
Regardless, I hope my weight starts to come off again, or I don’t know what I’m going to do…