Diary of a Fat Man

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11/30/2005 12:14:19 PM
I'm on day 3 of being back on my diet since my fall off the wagon back in who knows when (I could dig through the archives here, but that's too much work).
 
Big whoop, you say.  3 days?  Hey, that's a fookin' miracle, me fine Irish lassie.  I've had a couple of months of just eating like crap.  Not all of the time, mind you, but I haven't done a totally on par day in a couple of months.  I'd eat a decent breakfast and lunch and then go home and eat 10 lbs of chocolate covered side-o-beef.  Or, I'd eat a decent dinner and then get pulled into a three way with Ben & Jerry (those dirty cockwhores--Jerry still hasn't learned the meaning of "reach-around").  Or I'd eat a double cheeseburger for breakfast (What-a-burgers @ 6:30am are awesome), a double cheeseburger for lunch, and then a double cheeseburger for dinner (sadly, I've REALLY done this a few times since September).
 
Amazingly enough, I'm only up about 10 lbs from my lowest diet weight.  HOWEVER, that 10 lbs is (to me, at least) very noticeable.  My fucking pants are tight (my new smaller pants, that is--the old ones are still a fucking fabric cavern).  Since I stopped doing push ups in September, my chest is not tight anymore and the man teats are returning.  The only part of my body still  hard is my shoulders (well, and the Guh-guh-guh-Gee-unIT).
 
I'm thinking of taking karate (funnier when pronounced as: kuh-ra-TAY like the Rossman) or jeet kun do or something else that would be fun, but I don't want to get tied up several nights a week.  Ideally, I could get a heavy bag and speed bag installed in the garage, but I think that I'd get tired of them and they would just become another one of my temporary fixations (like this "marriage" think that my roomate keeps talking about).
 
Well, I'm going to hit the breakroom and eat my Lean Pocket and salad (yes, yes it IS a Tossed Salad...why do you ask?).

Comments

- 11/30/2005 5:22:08 PM
Excellent points on both Oprah (crack, not meth) and a better Michael Irvin excuse. Good luck with the diet! And you're right, kuh-ra-TAY sounds cool. Karate? Sounds a lot like something Chuck Norris does.
- 11/30/2005 10:37:06 PM
WoooHooo! Three days DOES mean a lot...and the longer you go the better it gets. At least that's the way I've always felt--except for when those sneaky ice cream bastards come around! I used to really love the Godiva ice cream. Lemme tell ya, it is manufactured straight from satan. Later, Heather
- 12/1/2005 5:45:43 PM
Mitch takes karate (and yes, I pronounce it like you do) and he loves it. He really loves pretending he is going to karate chop me in the face and laughing when I flinch. I love it when he pretends to karate chop me and Lucky barks and growls at him. Anyway, he says it is a great workout and loves it.
- 12/2/2005 11:25:03 AM
LOL You are too funny! It's great! We must be on the same wave length, I'm going on my third day of "being good" as well. I try "temporary fixes" and they usually work for a month or so, but then I need a new one, I get bored too quickly. I'm hoping that I come up with enough that I can mix them up and keep my schedule interesting. We'll see. ~ FFC