Backslider!

So much for my faith in math, my iron (ha!) resolve, and my progress up to that point.

I don't know what possessed me Sunday. In the words of the Sea Captain watching Homer dine at The Frying Dutchman, I was "a remorseless eating machine". Perhaps listing the damage will embarrass me into avoiding repeats:

1/4 of a previously-baked 9x13 pan of lasagna (see 1/23 post)
2 cans chicken-pot-pie-style soup (Marie Callander)
9 (NINE!) pieces of toast, with butter substitute (Shedd's Spread, for the curious)
4 S'mores pop-tarts

Not all at once, of course. You may ask yourself, why the hell am I keeping the lasagna around? I asked myself that too. Self didn't have a good answer. I deluded myself into thinking that I could have the lasagna (which is at LEAST my daily caloric limit in one item, if not dramatically more) if that's all I had for the day. Then surely, I thought as it approached dinner time, 720 calories worth of soup shouldn't blow things too badly. I mean, it's soup! Mostly liquid! Bah. The toast and the pop-tarts were just my way of giving in to having blown the whole day.

Daughter and her mother are on a trip as of yesterday. I don't have to re-stock the pantry for 9-year-old tastes until at least next Monday. I've tasted weekday success, and like it. My next hurdle is getting through a weekend, where I'm likely to sleep late, not be doing much of anything, and have easy access to my kitchen. So maybe I should stop staying up late on weekends.

I was able to get to bed by 11:30 last night, and as far as I know, I slept through most of it. I'm kinda surprised with the CPAP that I'm able to sleep the entire night on my back without shifting position. Of course, I was up until nearly 5AM Sunday morning, screwing around with assembling the TV stand for the master bedroom and watching Adult Swim. The stand itself assembled easily, but moving the components (particularly the TiVo) without perturbing anything seemed to elicit far more caution and hemming and hawing that any such event should.

I also powered up the new table saw for the first time yesterday. Nice. First order of business: check the accuracy of the scale on the movable fence (not bad, but not hyperaccurate). Second order of business: use the jigsaw to cut out a push stick after recognizing the potential danger the first three test cuts represented. Didn't do a half-bad job on the push stick either. It fits my hand comfortably, has just about the right angle for my height relative to the saw. Definitely not bad for a freehand scribble by a woodworking neophyte. Let the sawdust-making commence!