Today's motivating factor to diet was thinking about things I would like to be able to wear...and will hopefully be able to wear some day in the not too distant future.
Navy Pea coat
Trench coat
Leather jacket
(OK...it's been cold lately.)
To clarify, they make all of these coats in fat people sizes but they look really silly. I tried a leather jacket on at the Big Fat Guy store and I looked like a leather couch. If I had a trench coat on it would look like I have four or five midgets hiding under the coat as part of a Jack-Ass prank.
I haven't made it to the gym yet and I'm pretty sure it won't happen this week. It's OK though if I still lose weight. We'll see Sunday. Ha! I weigh myself twice a day. I know you shouldn't but I can't help it.
Work has been nutty. The snow has been nutty. My kids have been nutty. I would like to say that my middle child just took a "progress test" in kindergarten and had the highest score at the school in three years (also higher than some first and second graders). She has bought into the plan that only smart people are going to get a post-secondary education in the Smith Family. Viva scholarships!
I'm really not as wigged out and random as I sound. I'm just ready to snap and would like just one bag of Doritos or one chocolate cake to take the edge off. On my way home, I kept my eye out for any transient bakers who might be willing to trade confections for shelter. No luck.
Still doing well on my diet. I'm gonna have to work out soon to manage this stress.
Peace and joy to you all.
Len
Anyone got a Dilly Bar?
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Thursday, January 29, 2009
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Blogging's for Sissies
I ate well today. Mini wheat for breakfast, peanut butter sammiches for lunch, Triscuits for a snack, and cottage cheese/tomato for diner. I'll snack later too.
Today was a snow day. I worked from home...which I usually hate because I can't quite get into the mood to work when I'm home. The 12" of snow outside made going to work not worth it. As of 8:00p, we only have one lane plowed on our street. I was going to shovel the driveway but my neighbor and his space age snow blower got there first. Shucks.
I'm nervous about this weekend. My family and I will likely be going to Cincinnati this weekend to watch my nephew play hockey for Eastern Kentucky. They will all want to do dinner as part of the experience. This will also be the day before I weigh in. Ug.
I have nothing much to say. I played with my dog for a minute and now I can't breathe. It's amazing...at this weight I could insert just about anything at the beginning of that sentence and it would end in "...and now I can't breath." If I really wanted to be accurate, I could end everything with "...and now I can't breath and I'm sweating like a madam on dollar night.
Not for much longer, I hope.
I hope you all had fun and stayed safe today.
Peace.
Len
http://trappedinafatman.blogspot.com
Today was a snow day. I worked from home...which I usually hate because I can't quite get into the mood to work when I'm home. The 12" of snow outside made going to work not worth it. As of 8:00p, we only have one lane plowed on our street. I was going to shovel the driveway but my neighbor and his space age snow blower got there first. Shucks.
I'm nervous about this weekend. My family and I will likely be going to Cincinnati this weekend to watch my nephew play hockey for Eastern Kentucky. They will all want to do dinner as part of the experience. This will also be the day before I weigh in. Ug.
I have nothing much to say. I played with my dog for a minute and now I can't breathe. It's amazing...at this weight I could insert just about anything at the beginning of that sentence and it would end in "...and now I can't breath." If I really wanted to be accurate, I could end everything with "...and now I can't breath and I'm sweating like a madam on dollar night.
Not for much longer, I hope.
I hope you all had fun and stayed safe today.
Peace.
Len
http://trappedinafatman.blogspot.com
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
I Think A Polar Bear Bit Me
Sorry about missing the post last night. For missing my blog, I punished myself mercilessly...and by mercilessly I mean I made myself go to work today. Ah yes, work was a drama wrapped in a spectacle, woven into a tragedy inside a big ta-do. And do you know how I reacted to said drama? I got cranky, made some bad decisions, and may have set world peace back decades...but I did NOT overeat. No applause please, I do it for the kids.
My Monday and Tuesday of this week were pretty much as they have been on this whole project: SlimFast's space age genetically-engineered wonder juice for breakfast, a turkey sub for lunch (with Baked Lays) and a small dinner. Dinner last night was Triscuits and cheese (I got home really late from work). Tonight it was two scrambled eggs with green onions, red, yellow, and orange bell peppers (yum on a stick) all stuffed into two whole wheat pitas.
I HAVE EXERCISED!!! In the last three days I have shoveled snow off of my driveway twice. Those of you who have seen my house know that my driveway is long, steep, and has a large area at the top by the garage. It was a decent workout to do it all by myself Sunday and to do half of it Monday (thanks to my lovely wife who had it half shoveled by the time I got home tonight).
I'm wasting away folks. The fat is melting off of me as we speak. There will be a puddle of lipids on this chair when the blogging concludes. Tomorrow, I'll be all bad-ass looking...you know, like Luke Perry or that dude in the band Nelson.
Ridiculous 90210/Nelson humor aside...I'm doing OK. My stress level at work is a 9 out of 10 right now; however, I've resisted the urge to soothe the pain with food.
By the way, many of you indicate you are not receiving e-mail notifications when I post. I don't think there is anything I can set to make that happen. There is only an area to specify up to 10 e-mail addresses. Those of you on Facebook may have noticed that I syndicate this blog on my Facebook page. That may be a more convenient way to read it than coming here for you Facebook addicts (like me).
Peace and love to you all.
Len
http://trappedinafatman.blogspot.com
My Monday and Tuesday of this week were pretty much as they have been on this whole project: SlimFast's space age genetically-engineered wonder juice for breakfast, a turkey sub for lunch (with Baked Lays) and a small dinner. Dinner last night was Triscuits and cheese (I got home really late from work). Tonight it was two scrambled eggs with green onions, red, yellow, and orange bell peppers (yum on a stick) all stuffed into two whole wheat pitas.
I HAVE EXERCISED!!! In the last three days I have shoveled snow off of my driveway twice. Those of you who have seen my house know that my driveway is long, steep, and has a large area at the top by the garage. It was a decent workout to do it all by myself Sunday and to do half of it Monday (thanks to my lovely wife who had it half shoveled by the time I got home tonight).
I'm wasting away folks. The fat is melting off of me as we speak. There will be a puddle of lipids on this chair when the blogging concludes. Tomorrow, I'll be all bad-ass looking...you know, like Luke Perry or that dude in the band Nelson.
Ridiculous 90210/Nelson humor aside...I'm doing OK. My stress level at work is a 9 out of 10 right now; however, I've resisted the urge to soothe the pain with food.
By the way, many of you indicate you are not receiving e-mail notifications when I post. I don't think there is anything I can set to make that happen. There is only an area to specify up to 10 e-mail addresses. Those of you on Facebook may have noticed that I syndicate this blog on my Facebook page. That may be a more convenient way to read it than coming here for you Facebook addicts (like me).
Peace and love to you all.
Len
http://trappedinafatman.blogspot.com
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Shhhh....everybody quiet. The fat guy's gonna say something.
Hello blog people.
Sorry it has been a week since my last post. I weighed in today and lost 3.5 lbs this week. That's 13.5 lbs total in 3 weeks. I've almost lost the weight equivalent of an Olsen twin. I'm pleased. Only 86.5 lbs to go.
OK, I'm reevaluating my blog frequency. After being pretty diligent on the daily posts for the first week, I dropped to once a week. My primary reason for that is that most days I am just flowing along eating less and better. I felt that if I didn't have anything real interesting or funny to say, why bother posting. I was really missing the point. The reason I started this blog is to be accountable to you all who are following a long on a DAILY basis. Most of all, I want to never lose sight of the importance of what I am doing, even for a day. I've got a wife and three children who expect me to live well into my 120s. Notwithstanding cryogenic head freezing, longevity will be probably only be a reality by eating right and exercising.
So my eating this week has been pretty good. Slim Fast, Cracklin' Oat Bran, turkey sammiches, lean meats, etc. have been the food choices. I still don't really feel like I'm on a diet. I don't feel very deprived. Yesterday I had a serious craving for chips so I ate some Baked Doritos. They were surprisingly tasty. The texture was kind of like eating an egg carton but the flavor was good. I had a night eating episode once this week (the first in two weeks). I ended up eating cinnamon Pop Tarts. Now I love Pop Tarts but they tasted gross and I didn't feel very good when I woke up the next morning. I filed that away for the next time I get hungry in the middle of the night.
I'm hoping that this week I will be able to start my exercise routine. Many people at work have been religious about exercising lately and it is paying dividends for them. I know it's key for me too. I just need to get it going. Wish me luck.
Fun fact to know and tell: Slim fast has 24 ingredients, most of which sound like names of characters in a Greek tragedy.
Narrator: Behold, Carrageenan and Acesufame approach.
Carageenan: Alas, Acesulfame, I have discovered that my wife is my mother, and also your sister.
Acesulfame: That sucks.
Fin
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Sorry it has been a week since my last post. I weighed in today and lost 3.5 lbs this week. That's 13.5 lbs total in 3 weeks. I've almost lost the weight equivalent of an Olsen twin. I'm pleased. Only 86.5 lbs to go.
OK, I'm reevaluating my blog frequency. After being pretty diligent on the daily posts for the first week, I dropped to once a week. My primary reason for that is that most days I am just flowing along eating less and better. I felt that if I didn't have anything real interesting or funny to say, why bother posting. I was really missing the point. The reason I started this blog is to be accountable to you all who are following a long on a DAILY basis. Most of all, I want to never lose sight of the importance of what I am doing, even for a day. I've got a wife and three children who expect me to live well into my 120s. Notwithstanding cryogenic head freezing, longevity will be probably only be a reality by eating right and exercising.
So my eating this week has been pretty good. Slim Fast, Cracklin' Oat Bran, turkey sammiches, lean meats, etc. have been the food choices. I still don't really feel like I'm on a diet. I don't feel very deprived. Yesterday I had a serious craving for chips so I ate some Baked Doritos. They were surprisingly tasty. The texture was kind of like eating an egg carton but the flavor was good. I had a night eating episode once this week (the first in two weeks). I ended up eating cinnamon Pop Tarts. Now I love Pop Tarts but they tasted gross and I didn't feel very good when I woke up the next morning. I filed that away for the next time I get hungry in the middle of the night.
I'm hoping that this week I will be able to start my exercise routine. Many people at work have been religious about exercising lately and it is paying dividends for them. I know it's key for me too. I just need to get it going. Wish me luck.
Fun fact to know and tell: Slim fast has 24 ingredients, most of which sound like names of characters in a Greek tragedy.
Narrator: Behold, Carrageenan and Acesufame approach.
Carageenan: Alas, Acesulfame, I have discovered that my wife is my mother, and also your sister.
Acesulfame: That sucks.
Fin
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Sunday, January 18, 2009
Week 2 in the Books
Sorry Blogsters...I have been remiss in my duties for the past few days. Today is my second weigh in...two weeks into the project. I am happy to report 2 additional pounds have found their way off me and on to wherever shed fatness goes. That is a total of 10lbs in two weeks. Not quite as much shock and awe this week as last. I think this week's weight loss represents a more natural and real number. Last week was likely a lot of water weight since my salt intake as dropped.
So now...90 pounds to go and 51.5 weeks left before the big 4-0.
I'm pretty happy.
This week I discovered Walmart's Great Value Southwestern Spicy mustard. Only 10 calories a tablespoon and mucho flavor. I added it to stir fry last night and was pleased. Like I've said before, if healthy food has a lot of flavor, I'm much more likely to keep eating it.
On the night eating front, I can report that I no longer get up to eat. I don't know how this happened and why it's easier for me this time around. It could be the vault door I put on my room or the hungry Rottweiler that sits outside the pantry. Kidding. It's a Shih-Poo, not a Rottweiler.
Since I have been slacking with the blog for a few days, I'll add a new episode of "Today's Nasty Fat Side Effect". Today's discussion will center around seat belt extensions on commercial aircraft. Only once have I needed said device. I think newer airplanes are just facing the fact that Americans are getting fatter, and have increased the size of the standard seat belt. But for the one time I had to use it...man it sucked. Picture this: A poor fat man is boarding a plane. He's got a laptop on one arm and a carry on in the other. By the time he gets to his seat, he's fairly generously bathed in sweat. As he puts his bags away, he notices the "Real Housewife of Orange County" in the seat next to his is nervously watching as he prepares to sit.
As he sits (insert Today's Nasty Fat Side Effect about Stadium Chairs) he is aware that Ms. Perma-tan next to him has managed to squeeze her entire Botox-infused frame onto the half of her seat nearest the window. I'm sure she is afraid that if she touches the portly fellow, she might catch "the fat". So he finally squeezes into his seat and begins to fidget with the seat belt...you know Federal Regs and all. As he extends the seat belt to it's fullest length, he realizes he is about an inch short of bringing the ends together. He starts what I call "the fat man dance". This is where girthy people try to suck in, shimmy, shake, and pray that whatever it is that is too small will somehow just give in and fit. Who knows how much collateral sweat flew off and hit the poor 50-year old debutante. From the sign of the cross she was making at me, I would say a lot.
At some point the pudgy traveler musters all his strength, all his courage, all his fear, all his love, all his hate and with everything he has in him he tries to pull the two seat belt ends together. If he had been alone, he would have let out a lion-like roar in anguish. At this point, Ms. Orange County even starts to pity the round ball of futility sitting next to her. The thing that the man has forgotten is that these seat belts are really not designed to give...at all.
About this time, the stewardess comes over the intercom to remind everyone to put on their seat bets. Oh, the humanity. Our weary traveler realizes that he cannot comply. Believe it or not he doesn't know seat belt extenders even exist. He figures the airline will just have him sign a waiver acknowledging that in the event of turbulence, if he is thrown from his seat, he can't sue. He feels OK with this since it would take a shoe horn and a fireman to get him out of his seat anyway.
So he presses the call button and a stewardess arrives. After explaining to the stewardess the situation, her years of training kick in. She promptly returns with what appears to be another seat belt. As she gets closer, it becomes evident it is a seat belt extender. By this time, a half dozen people easily are following along with the events. She explains to him how to use it and the situation is resolved. You should have seen how folks looked at the guy when the drink and peanut snack came. They were all staring like "I know you aren't going to eat those peanuts after all that, fat boy."
So, while safe from turbulence, I was quite humiliated. Wouldn't it be funny if all of the fat I lose finds it's way to Ms. Orange County's thighs? I can dream.
Until the next blog...thanks for your support.
So now...90 pounds to go and 51.5 weeks left before the big 4-0.
I'm pretty happy.
This week I discovered Walmart's Great Value Southwestern Spicy mustard. Only 10 calories a tablespoon and mucho flavor. I added it to stir fry last night and was pleased. Like I've said before, if healthy food has a lot of flavor, I'm much more likely to keep eating it.
On the night eating front, I can report that I no longer get up to eat. I don't know how this happened and why it's easier for me this time around. It could be the vault door I put on my room or the hungry Rottweiler that sits outside the pantry. Kidding. It's a Shih-Poo, not a Rottweiler.
Since I have been slacking with the blog for a few days, I'll add a new episode of "Today's Nasty Fat Side Effect". Today's discussion will center around seat belt extensions on commercial aircraft. Only once have I needed said device. I think newer airplanes are just facing the fact that Americans are getting fatter, and have increased the size of the standard seat belt. But for the one time I had to use it...man it sucked. Picture this: A poor fat man is boarding a plane. He's got a laptop on one arm and a carry on in the other. By the time he gets to his seat, he's fairly generously bathed in sweat. As he puts his bags away, he notices the "Real Housewife of Orange County" in the seat next to his is nervously watching as he prepares to sit.
As he sits (insert Today's Nasty Fat Side Effect about Stadium Chairs) he is aware that Ms. Perma-tan next to him has managed to squeeze her entire Botox-infused frame onto the half of her seat nearest the window. I'm sure she is afraid that if she touches the portly fellow, she might catch "the fat". So he finally squeezes into his seat and begins to fidget with the seat belt...you know Federal Regs and all. As he extends the seat belt to it's fullest length, he realizes he is about an inch short of bringing the ends together. He starts what I call "the fat man dance". This is where girthy people try to suck in, shimmy, shake, and pray that whatever it is that is too small will somehow just give in and fit. Who knows how much collateral sweat flew off and hit the poor 50-year old debutante. From the sign of the cross she was making at me, I would say a lot.
At some point the pudgy traveler musters all his strength, all his courage, all his fear, all his love, all his hate and with everything he has in him he tries to pull the two seat belt ends together. If he had been alone, he would have let out a lion-like roar in anguish. At this point, Ms. Orange County even starts to pity the round ball of futility sitting next to her. The thing that the man has forgotten is that these seat belts are really not designed to give...at all.
About this time, the stewardess comes over the intercom to remind everyone to put on their seat bets. Oh, the humanity. Our weary traveler realizes that he cannot comply. Believe it or not he doesn't know seat belt extenders even exist. He figures the airline will just have him sign a waiver acknowledging that in the event of turbulence, if he is thrown from his seat, he can't sue. He feels OK with this since it would take a shoe horn and a fireman to get him out of his seat anyway.
So he presses the call button and a stewardess arrives. After explaining to the stewardess the situation, her years of training kick in. She promptly returns with what appears to be another seat belt. As she gets closer, it becomes evident it is a seat belt extender. By this time, a half dozen people easily are following along with the events. She explains to him how to use it and the situation is resolved. You should have seen how folks looked at the guy when the drink and peanut snack came. They were all staring like "I know you aren't going to eat those peanuts after all that, fat boy."
So, while safe from turbulence, I was quite humiliated. Wouldn't it be funny if all of the fat I lose finds it's way to Ms. Orange County's thighs? I can dream.
Until the next blog...thanks for your support.
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
39 years young.
Ok...the clock officially starts ticking on the 1-year experiment. I'm starting off a little ahead. 92 lbs to go. 39 years old today.
Things have been going well. My wife baked some chocolate chips cookies yesterday. They were small so I ate six of them. Today is my birthday so I had a little piece of cake. Other than those two instances...things have been going well. Today it was Slimfast, ham and cheese with baked Lays and a Lean Cuisine on the menu.
I feel it's time to start exercising. My work has a decent facility and some training is available. I just need to figure out if it will be before or after work. Neither sounds cool but I need to get with it.
Nothing too humorus to say today except Ana Nicole Smith, Malcom X, and Martin Luther King Jr. all died when they were 39. That would be one way to lose weight.
Things have been going well. My wife baked some chocolate chips cookies yesterday. They were small so I ate six of them. Today is my birthday so I had a little piece of cake. Other than those two instances...things have been going well. Today it was Slimfast, ham and cheese with baked Lays and a Lean Cuisine on the menu.
I feel it's time to start exercising. My work has a decent facility and some training is available. I just need to figure out if it will be before or after work. Neither sounds cool but I need to get with it.
Nothing too humorus to say today except Ana Nicole Smith, Malcom X, and Martin Luther King Jr. all died when they were 39. That would be one way to lose weight.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Hard One
OK...last night was "return of the not eating at night crack withdrawals". It didn't help that my daughter was puking like the exorcist last night. I kept waking up wanting to go down stairs and butter something. I didn't eat but it was hard. It was hard today too. Not really hungry...just craving some of the old garbage. I just spent the last 30 minutes looking at old pics from when I was thin. It's motivational.
By the way, I hooked up with some old friends on Facebook today. Did you know you could use it for that? I thought it was just for taking quizzes.
Today was Slimfast, a salad, a Lean Cuisine pizza and three small chocolate chip cookies. I know I have sinned! The cookies were 80 calories each. I'm going to go outside and yell "the fat man fell off the horse" and see if any of my neighbors shoot me.
Thanks for playing along. Talk to you soon!
By the way, I hooked up with some old friends on Facebook today. Did you know you could use it for that? I thought it was just for taking quizzes.
Today was Slimfast, a salad, a Lean Cuisine pizza and three small chocolate chip cookies. I know I have sinned! The cookies were 80 calories each. I'm going to go outside and yell "the fat man fell off the horse" and see if any of my neighbors shoot me.
Thanks for playing along. Talk to you soon!
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