Archive for July, 2010

A sign from above

July 31, 2010
Gianelli Sausage truck on Route 87

Gianelli Sausage truck on Route 87

OK, so I guess I’m having my omelet with sausage rather than the cookout. Gianelli is the purveyor of the excellent breakfast sausage that I was thinking of picking up for my late breakfast.

Road work

July 31, 2010

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I’m sitting here in the passenger seat, trying like hell to rein in my desire to pack an unseemly amount of food into this day. That ain’t what the eat-whatever-I-want day is for.

I got up at 4:00 AM for a walk. I came back and ate a toasted cinnamon raisin bagel with cream cheese. I made tea and enjoyed it with one of the raspberry hamantashen I got from Zaro’s on my way home yesterday. Then I had an oatmeal raisin cookie from the bucket I got at Stop & Shop last night.

After Grace and I got on the road, we split the cheese Danish, also from Zaro’s. Are you noticing a trend? This is what I meant by hoarding: buying a bunch of food in anticipation of an eat-whatever-I-want day, thereby warping it into an eat-everything-I-can day. Not good.

I’ve continued to munch my way through the oatmeal raisin cookie bucket as I sip my way through the thermos of tea. And I’m coming to terms with the fact that I’ve already eaten quite a bit today, and I should *not* eat all the meals I was considering for today. I wanted to have a late breakfast when we reach Oneida. I wanted to have a cookout in the afternoon. And I wanted to have pizza and ice cream tonight.

One of those has to give.

212.5

July 31, 2010

Well, damn it again! Same weight as yesterday and the day before. Still, my overall weight trend is downward. It’s taking me a bit longer than I’d hoped to leave the 210s behind, but leave them behind I will — just like I did the 220s.

Day One Hundred Two

July 31, 2010

I got up for a walk despite not getting enough sleep. At the golf course I saw two signs of daily change: all the live spiderlings seem to have left their little shelter to seek their fortunes in the wide world; and the mullein, along with the plant next to it (I thought it was curled dock, but now that I’ve looked it up in my Peterson’s I’m not so sure) has gained a reddish-brown tint since Wednesday.

I was productive for part of my work day; that’s about all I can muster at this point. I followed my diet all day despite meeting Don for lunch. And after I got home, I did upper-body exercises: curls, dips, pullups and etc. We went shopping for our trip, and I’m afraid I did a little hoarding for my eat-whatever-I-want day tomorrow. I’ll have to watch that. It should not devolve into an eat-as-much-as-I-can day.

The… everything… that I’m not eating

July 30, 2010

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I was just walking east on Warren street, minding my own business. I passed Greenwich, and then the smell from a falafel stand grabbed me and hauled me back to the intersection. In lieu of eating everything I saw, I had to take pictures of it.

Mmmmmmmm! Calm down, saliva ducts. My eat-whatever-I-want day is tomorrow, so save your strength.

Lunch

July 30, 2010
Pita, hummus, and walnut tomato dip from Kashkaval

Pita, hummus, and walnut tomato dip from Kashkaval

Here’s the lunch that Don and I ate in the park: Mediterranean flat bread, pita, hummus, and a delicious dip that Don brought from Kashkaval. I also had an orange.

I just ate an apple as an afternoon snack. Now, to make it through the rest of the day without giving in to temptation…

Prepared for lunch with a friend, and a road trip

July 30, 2010
The food I brought to ensure that I'd stay on my diet through the evening

The food I brought to ensure that I'd stay on my diet through the evening

OK, so. No bending the rules today. No iced tea, no having a bit of friends’ snacks, no margaritas or pina coladas… although I wouldn’t say no to makin’ love at midnight in the dunes of the cape.

Don and I didn’t have any mutually free nights this week, so we planned to have lunch near my office today. He’s a wonderfully supportive friend, which is immensely helpful when it comes to dieting: he was fine with meting me for a picnic in a park rather than going to some restaurant where I’d end up eating badly.

So I went to Whole Foods this morning and picked up apples, oranges, hummus and Mediterranean flat bread. Along with the carrots in the fridge at work and the bananas I got from a street vendor, I have plenty of healthy, satiety-inducing food for lunch, and for the drive to Oneida that Grace and I will take either tonight or tomorrow morning.

212.5

July 30, 2010
Mullein

Mullein

Dammit! Exactly the same as I weighed on Wednesday. Ah well. I knew that the margarita and the pina coada and the popcorn and the chips with guacamole, combined with the lack of exercise, would just about make the last two days a wash.

This week won’t be a wash, though. When I weighed in at 212, it was a Sunday morning. I should be below that point by tomorrow morning, especially if I give my body a good workout tonight.

Day One Hundred One

July 29, 2010
Me on the train

Me on the train

I stayed up later than I’d intended last night, shooting the shit with Eric and Dan. So I slept in this morning, arriving at work late despite not getting up to exercise. Ah well. It was worth it for a long-overdue late-night gab session in Brooklyn. It felt like old times.

I was moderately productive at work, and afterward I went over to Whole Foods to grab a Zone Bar to eat at the movie. Again, two Zone Bars in one day ain’t the healthiest thing in the world, and the iced tea I bought to wash it down with had 250 empty calories, but it beats the hell out of whatever junk I’d otherwise get in Manhattan.

I’d arranged to meet Karen at the beer section of Whole Foods, so while I waited I drooled over the spectacular beer selection. My gosh, the beer I could buy at that place: lots of new saisons and Belgian IPAs and what not that I hadn’t seen before, along with my old favorites that I mentioned yesterday.

Karen arrived and we left the store without me buying any beer. We took a C up to 34th Street and saw “Predators”. I enjoyed it very much the second time, and Karen liked it. I failed to completely refuse Karen’s offer of popcorn, but I did limit myself to a few handfuls.

So, not a bad day, but between the lack of exercise, and the iced tea and popcorn, I may have only broken even. I predict that tomorrow morning my weight will have dropped only slightly from Wednesday morning’s reading of 212.5.

Good night.

Day One Hundred

July 29, 2010
Me at Eric's place

Me at Eric's place

One hundred days. Thirty eight and a half pounds. Not bad.

I got up for a walk. At work, I set limits with my employer on the amount of time I was willing to stick around to train my replacement.

After work I dropped my things off at Eric’s and got some good exercise in Prospect Park. It put me in a blue funk, but I rose out of it: I recognized the progress I’ve made during the six years since I walked those paths, and that I’m not bound to make the same mistakes.

I followed my diet rigorously right up until I went out for mararitas with Eric and Dan. They got chips with guacamole, and I couldn’t resist them completely. I am proud to say that I had the least of the three of us, though.

This is a scary time. I’m most of the way there but there’s still a long way to go. I’m terrified that the next stumble could become a fall that puts me right back in the hole I’ve been in before. But at the same time, I’m gaining confidence. I’m not sweating the margarita and guacamole. It may slow down this week’s weight loss slightly but so what? I’m still losing weight. I’m still moving toward my goal.

Today my mind went back to one hundred days ago, when I felt so bad about how far I’d let myself fall that I thought of little else. I remember meeting Dan in Jersey City one day, and how uncomfortable I felt: all I could think of was how I must have looked to him, and whether he wondered if there was something wrong.

As I think back on this, I realize just how far I’ve come in those hundred days: lately I haven’t been worrying about my appearance, or what people think of it. I look at that guy in the picture and think “Clearly he could stand to lose a few pounds but he’s not a bad-looking guy.”

Well, that guy is going to become more not bad-looking. Just you wait.