Monday, March 20, 2017
Jesus Christ I Am Fat
Weighed myself this morning. Came in at 189. Point 6. Fucking digital scale. 189.6
With a regular scale I could have interpreted my weight at 189. But at 189.6 I automatically have to round up to 190.
190 fucking pounds.
I am 5 feet 7 inches tall. Me weighing 190 pounds is like a newborn weighing 57 pounds.
I have been here before. Twice. And lost the weight.
Epically, a couple of years ago I dropped from 190 to 169. Felt good about that but it took almost an entire year.
I no longer have that kind of patience. Or time.
Back story: I was sick as a dog for over a month. Got sick a few days before the Super Bowl, so around February 2nd or 3rd, and stayed sick through the first week of March. Epic fucking cold that filled my lungs up with crud and drained me of energy.
Prior to that I was on an exercise renaissance, man, I was kicking it hard. Devoted, regular, pushing myself. I decided that cancer might kill me but my heart would not.
Then, The Cold. I did not exercise for around five weeks. Couldn't do it. No energy, and the crud in my lungs had me coughing and choking like a rookie sucking on his first joint.
I gained weight. So there's a bit of excuse for my morbid obesity.
However, even if I assume I gained five pounds in February, that still means I weighed 185 pounds before that.
What a beast.
It hit me on Saturday night when Carol and I traveled down to see my brother play in the magnificent symphony orchestra he performs with. I felt like getting pretty, so I wore a nice pair of pants, black shirt with black and gold cuff links, a nice silk tie I recently bought, and a black vest.
I thought I was stylin', baby.
Hour and a half drive to get there, I am 63 years old, so naturally I had to visit the bathroom before the performance.
Approach the sink to wash my hands, take a peak in the mirror and was horrified.
Holy shit. The vest and the tucked in shirt (I usually wear my shirts untucked, for obvious reasons) made my belly look like a mound of jello. A huge fucking mound of jello.
I thought I looked pretty when I got dressed. In reality, I looked ridiculous. A caricature of my real self.
So here I go again.
I started exercising again last week just to fire a warning shot across my body, let it know what was coming. I eased into it.
Ramped it up today and gonna stay there. Also getting back to the cereal diet. Yogurt for breakfast, cereal for lunch.
This works for me.
But I am not waiting for December to go out and buy that thong.
I am going to lose as much weight as quickly as possible with ferocious determination and granite discipline.
And then I am moving to Hollywood.