What NOT to eat

So, it's been over 2 weeks since me last post... and some folks have wondered if I've given up, if perhaps I'll be found face down in whipped cream, crumbs of short cake outlining my body as if in a crime scene... but I've simply been on vacation (another week to go, in fact) and I've also been plateauing.
I would say that I'm glad of the plateau - it's been three weeks with little change in weight, a pound up, a pound down...I would say that I'm happy because I was warned that if I lost too much weight too fast, I would run the risk of requiring a brassiere (it happens to large men)- and I've already got a restraining order barring me from La Senza... so it is perhaps best to slow down and allow my skin is shrink and tighten up to my slightly smaller body.
That's what I'm going with...

Then I begin to think of all the things that I have consumed in the past three weeks - which include
Peanut Butter Chocolate Raspberry French Toast
(so good....)
Steak Tartare
(twice...c'mon it was prepared by Master Chef and Chevalier Didier Leroy... it would be an insult to all of France to have resisted)
Frites...
(well, the steak tartare should always be accompanied by frites)
Mayonaisse...
(again, I was eating FRITES!)
A bag of dark chocolate covered blue berries
(think of the anti-oxidants!)
A medium bag of popcorn
(it was a movie!!)
6 sleeves of Wine Gums
(there was live theatre as well)
Fingerling Potato Chowder with Smoked Northern Pike and Sorrel; Cider-Glazed Perth County Pork Loin with herbed gnocchi, spring onion and asparagus ragout; A variety of local cheeses; Kir Royale; a bottle of Peter Huff Sparkling Wine (06); small glass of Armagnac
(hey, a guy's got to eat!)
Poutine
(Okay, I did it once... I had forgotten to eat all day when 3pm rolled around at the Harry Potter Exhibit and I was rather hungry... I shared a poutine with my wife... and couldn't eat again all day! The cheese curds just sat in my stomach and I couldn't even imagine eating... this might be the miracle diet the world is waiting for!)

So, I realize that the plateau might have more to do with some of my indulgences, rather than a subconscious campaign against man-boobs. But, before you condemn me, please consider everything that I did not eat in the past three weeks, including:

Home made fudge offered me by a friend
Countless pints of Guinness (I already had wine)
Cookies after church
Dessert after at least a dozen meals
A large box of Glossette Raisins (oh wait, I did eat those)
Cinnamon Buns made in my kitchen this morning
Poutine made by my son and his girlfriend in my kitchen last week
(I did not yet know about the "Miracle" Diet)
Fast Food (none... nada... zip...)
Eddie Izzard's Arm
(in fact, I have eaten no part of Eddie Izzard at all...)
Pop/Soda/Coke/Pepsi and the like (none... nada... zip....)
A whole spit roasted goat
A bathtub of tofu
Sour Cream
Dog Treats
(not one... my dog refuses to share now matter how much I beg... or roll over)
A whole box of Purdy's Sweet Georgia Browns (don't think I didn't consider it)
Any Dairy Queen Products
(even though Ice Milk sounds so much healthier than Ice Cream)
Any KFC product
('cause they ain't foolin' anybody!)


And so... I'm not sure what conclusions can be drawn, except that my weight drops slowly while my breasts do not... and I'm good with that for now.
In real terms, I've lost 31 pounds... as goes the contest, 23 lbs... 2 more and I'm in the money!! (I wonder what I'll to eat to celebrate!)