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| 05/01/2011 |
Days until con : 124
Weight at Dragon Con 2010 : 245 - 250 ish
Goal Weight for Dragon Con 2011 : 200
Current Weight (recorded every morning) : 228.6
Work Out: P90x Phase 1 Day 3
Foods devoured today:
Cheese Flavored SunChips : 140 calories
Japanese Restaurant chicken soup and ell sushi roll : 700 Calories
Lean Hot Pocket : 280 Calories
Original Flavored Chex Mix about 4 serving: 480 Calories
Total: 1600 calories
Oh glorious day, I broke into the 220s! The feeling is bitter sweet though, as I suspect I threw up most of my dinner last night on my way from the car to the house. So tomorrow's weight will likely be back up to 229 or 230 but that's fine. I SAW 228, with my own eyes, and just seeing the light at the end of the tunnel makes me a believer.
I think it's also worth mentioning that while I'm recording my weight every morning, I'm not necessarily looking at it. (Except today, I mean 228? I'm only human) Weight loss, at least in my experience, is so up and down you can only gauge progress on a weekly or monthly basis for pure pounds. Even then, I'm balls deep in strength training so figuring out if I'm on the right track by just using a scale alone isn't accurate. Muscle, as anyone...and everyone...and I mean EVERYONE, will tell you, weighs more than fat.
My friend Beau called me just to mention that I should probably use my BMI instead of weight, and I think that's a great idea, but I'll still post my weight. Starting tomorrow I'll post my BMI since that's even MORE stats for me to track.
I love statistics, so very much. Almost as much as I like over using commas.
So today I went to an undisclosed sporting goods store and purchased an exercise mat and a work out shorts. The guy looks at my stuff, then looks at me, then looks back at the stuff then back to me again and says, "Trying to get back into shape huh?" You see, these are moments that make large people feel even larger and unaccomplished. Like when a really, really obese man points at you says "Us big guys gotta stick together!"
We are not brothers in arms and for the record I'm leaving the 'us big guys' coalition, I'm a turncoat, a defector. Snore like a rusted lawnmower by your own damn self, I'm tired of having to plan how I'll tie my shoes or pushing my gut down to see my penis. You want to know when you're overweight? Look down while standing up, if you can't see your penis, then you're overweight. It's a terrifying thing to not have visual conformation of Lieutenant Striker.
Lets move on.
Thanks you Amber Lee for suggesting I check out:
This helped me better understand my goals, I measured my wrist at 7 inches, making me officially a "Medium" framed person. I suggest you try it, and if you're a male whose fat and your wrist is over 7.5" then you can officially shout "I'm big boned!".
But you should still get your tubby ass on a treadmill or risk grossing everyone out with your man titties.
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