After the Second Week...

This is an update, and had I been more industrious, this would also have been the start of some graphing, numbers, and posting of statistics. However, this is not this. This is simply an update on my immense progress, in the form of getting through the exceedingly boring second week of dieting.

(Also, I am editing my last post. I forgot to post my weigh-in weight!)

Official 2nd Week Weigh-in Weight:
239 . something lbs.

I was worried towards the end of the week, since I step on the scale every now and then just to see how much fatty muscle I've lost at the moment. There were certain circumstances earlier in the week, which had prevented me from properly sweating to a hard house dance beat. My friend Peter will be off to Abu Dhabi in the next two weeks, so we spent most of Monday night talking and listening to music. I can foresee another night or two of chilling out instead of exercising if I don't plan correctly (he'll be gone for a year and a half, barring any holiday visits). Plus, on Tuesday night, I failed and didn't do a damn thing.

BUT, I still managed to give the finger to a few more pounds (a little over 2 lbs.)mostly because of my strict adherence to my flexible diet plan. Whole grains, olive oil, chicken, fruits, nuts and leafy greens (with carrots). I haven't calculated the exact calorie counts, but my days are becoming much easier to plan, even with the stagnation in variety. I already realize that I have real trouble eating a salad that doesn't have some sort of meat in it somewhere. Saying no to beef has been tough, although I think there's some ground turkey stuffed away somewhere, so I'm going to down a few turkey cheeseburgers with onion straws, mushrooms, and Jack Daniels BBQ sauce sometime here soon.

On the RockBand front... I haven't played RockBand at all. But the harshest of truths is that I don't really have the time. I have been confronted with Dance Dance Revolution (which makes me sweat much more), actually rocking twice a week (with a real guitar), and playing through Mass Effect on my 32" 1080p Sharp Aquos High Definition Television (which has replaced my need for sugar with extreme doses of eye-candy). And my friends seem to be RockBanded out for the time being. But that will change, especially since I downloaded "Roxanne" by The Police from Xbox Live. Finally, I can truly channel Sting from the very brief period of time where I didn't hate his music.

Mental pursuits are at an all-time low, with the exception of board gaming and creative efforts with the two man, drum and guitar combo band. This will need to improve with various writing pursuits and the completion of a BETA version of Forecaster: The Boardgame (a project that has been around since September).

I'm still alive. I'm still exercising. I'm still eating. I will need to fight my boredom with the daily routine!

After the First Week... (VIDEO)

Not much time to talk... spent all night editing film...

Key points: Rambo is not a good film... Resisted Super Bowl food temptations, saw last five awesome minutes... still riding the rails to weight-loss city...

Official 1st Week Weigh-In Weight:
241.5 lbs.

Enjoy, more to come later...

Enter the Diet...

Alright, so posting has been slow on my part and I apologize. I've been taking pictures each day, working on videos for the week-end and basically swamped with the whole personal logistics of changing my diet to some sort of flexible, yet rigid enigma that is like Fascism mixed with a Phish jam session. Hummus as been my friend, along with yogurt, Pepperidge Farms German Dark Wheat bread, and Odin's greatest gift to mortals: mushrooms!

I'm not focused so brilliantly on EXACT calorie counts, but simply knowing what portions equal what bad stuffs is enough for me to start making more educated decisions and substitutions. All in the interest of science then, I've been doing relatively good at staying around my 2100-a-day goal.

Day 1: 1665
Day 2: 2356
Day 3: 2270
Day 4: 2268
Day 5: 2239

Plus, if you knock out the Frappucinos on Day 4 and Day 5, I'd be right under my goal. I was so tired, though and they are so good. I just don't have any time for rest and relaxation. With a cumulative 6 hours and 10 minutes of Dance Dance Revolution, 500 ab crunches (NOTE: I apparently was not aware how out-of-shape I truly am, I could barely manage 10 real sit-ups the first day), and 141 1/2 push-ups, there's not much time for video games or writing or sitting on the stoop.

I've been getting a lot of support from people, and especially a whole lot of pop-culture advice, mostly from people who make no effort to be healthy. Fish here, chicken there, just don't eat fats (false!), cut out breads (no mention of which breads), rice is good (no mention of which rice is good), only get salads at fast-food (lies!). Someone even recommended the South-Beach Diet, and I wanted to give him the finger, but he was old (and I felt bad because his wife was being operated upon for an odd tumor).

This ain't about some short-term solution to lose a few extra pounds for my modeling career or to look good in a two-piece for summer; this is about life-style re-orientation. People around me are at least "thinking" healthy and giving themselves the proper guilt trips needed for success. Congrats to Sarah, who in the comments stated that she has exercised in some form every day for an entire year plus! This is what I need, kinda, or at least the will to be able to ride my bike to work everyday or something. But, this week, at least, has been going very well. I'll explain more in a week-ending review and weigh-in.

And finally...

I have been having some excellent stools! Sure, they take some effort to exeunt, but this is because I have much less to pass, and it is awkward to reshape your insides. Oh god, and afterwards, it's like a dream. Seconds after I have a good poop, it is so clean downstairs, that I'm sure you could eat a banana directly from my star-shaped sphincter. Things are definitely looking up, down below.

Stay tuned for the week's end and all the stats, highs, lows...

It begins...

This is the first day, with only 90 more to go. I've begun, and I've begun with a bang! I've even made an awesome video with the limited abilities that only filming through the baby camera attached to the MacBook can provide. And there will be more to come... Plus, the verdict is in...

OFFICIAL STARTING WEIGHT:

246.5 lbs.

OFFICIAL GOAL WEIGHT:
220 lbs.

OFFICIAL UNREALISTIC GOAL WEIGHT:
192 lbs.

And so the first day of my massive dieting endeavor has come to a close, and I stayed true to the cause. I am calculating as we speak, counting calories and attempting to see something close to 2100. For your viewing pleasure, I have included the diet for my first day.

Day 1: 1/28

Breakfast:

1 1/2 Cup Fruit Harvest Cereal (220)
1 Orange (62)
1 Multi-vitamin for Men

Lunch:

2 slices German Dark Wheat Bread (200)
1 4.5. oz cut of white chicken breast (120)
1 slice of tomato (4)
1 handful of romaine lettuce (7)
1 tbsp almonds (40)
1 tbsp Passion Fruit Dressing (35)
1 banana (105)
1 tbsp Olive oil (60)

Snack:

2 small handfuls of cashews and walnuts (200)
1 unsweetened citrus tea (2)

Dinner:

2 oz. Whole Wheat Spaghetti (200)
1 large handful of podded snow peas (50)
1 organic carrot (30)
1 handful of shitake mushrooms (10)
and diced green peppers
2/3 cup of Ragu spaghetti sauce (100)
2 tbsp Olive oil (120)
1 pinch of Romano cheese (100)

Notes:
felt a little hungry all day, want a soda. resisted birthday cake in break room. resisted pizza dad brought home. resisted popcorn mom had. should have taken an aspirin when i woke up.

Official Calorie Count:
1665

Oops! So, I ate a little too little today. Shit. Well, I guess that means tomorrow I can splurge on some yogurt with wheat germ for a snack. Plus, if I have a coffee tomorrow, that'll surely add 200+ bringing me within range. Right now, I'm technically starving myself, so that's not so good. At least I had that multi-vitamin. That Whole-Wheat Pasta was rockin' with shitake mushrooms and some cayenne pepper; and I thought it might suck.

As far as exercise goes, I was able to jump onto the dancefloor, and fast out of the gate. I haven't played Dance Dance Revolution in about seven months, so I'm rusty, but I was soon back to my old self, busting a move through the workout mode and unlocking over half the missions within the 2:15 of play time. I was musky, manly, and dripping with fluids. After the fun, I pulled 45 push-ups (not in a row), and realized that I'm not as good at sit-ups as I used to be, doing a measley 31 before giving up.

But, it was a success! Hopefully, others have had similar successes today. I can only imagine what I'll look like without a double-chin. It'll be a surreal AND exciting.

90 more days and beyond...

Links:
Count Calories at: http://www.calorie-count.com/

Preparation: Day 5: Reprogramming/Making it Last

Reprogramming/Making it Last

So, afterwards, when the 91 days is up and I've lost the weight and I'm saying, "oh joy, i'm hot!"... where does all this tracking come into play? I mean, I'm definitely going to stop specifically tracking my progress each day and counting calories so specifically. But, my specific reasoning is, by tracking myself for 91 days I will ease into a mode of thinking (I like to call it "guilt trip" mode), where I realize what specific healthy foods I enjoy eating, where to make my exceptions, and never feel the craving to eat until I'm close to puking. This is a system to improve my life, not to lose a few extra pounds. I'm not going to eat a chocolate cake on day 92. I'll probably indulge in a 3 oz. whole-grain bagel with a tablespoon of low-fat cranberry cream cheese and strawberry-banana yogurt with wheat germ. My goal is to almost want to throw up after my first Double-Cheeseburger at McDonald's, hopefully somewhere around day 121 or so. I want to hate the indulgences that hate my body so. When I'm done, I swear, I'm going to buy a cheesecake... a nice, delicious, plain, cheesecake (my favorite), from that diner in Lebanon or Cross Keys near Hanover... and I'm going to punch it! I'm going to totally kick it's rich little ass! And when I'm done reveling in my victory, and it is left a mushed pile of mushy dairy gism, I'm going to heft it above my head, and throw it off a bridge and watch it float to it's eventually dissolving death in the Susquehanna river.

And when I see a burger like that, hopefully I won't be salivating on my shirt as much as I am right now.

The only way I'm going to "know" what is specifically happening inside and outside of my body, is by knowing what I'm shoveling inside of it and what I'm making it do. Specific, acute, accurate, revealing, truthful, bombastic; these are a bunch of words that I've been using a lot lately. And I need to be held completely accountable, I need to crafty and precise, because failure is only one step away. Complete and utter failure, staring me in the face, like some pompous fox holding a bow and arrow and flexing (see Day 3 above).

Stay tuned for updates, graphs, numbers, pictures, and amazing blogging...

Tomorrow, it begins...

Preparation: Day 4: Plotting/Planning

Just so you know, I'm going back and editing Day 1. I forgot the most important part of my diet. I'm only going to be drinking water. Not Vitamin Water or flavored water, just water like my ancestors in Russia used to drink.

Plotting/Planning

Like a good newspaper article, a proper diet is fueled by a strong outline of the major points to be addressed nutritionally. As a journalist must collect statistics, opinions, and related facts to support their reports, an actively healthy person must track their progress, research new techniques, and stay focused on their weight-loss goal. In the end, the Journalist is held accountable for the information they represent. And the dieter, is held accountable for the weight they eventually lose. A Journalist is a dieter of word-fat. A Dieter is a Journalist of fat words. Journalists are Dieters and that is why they are healthy and focused. I AM A JOUR-DIET-NALIST-ER!

And that is my crappy intro. I'm dropping the persuasive college paper-style now.



My plan is very simple. I will be tracking my intake calories, portion sizes, exercise time, game-playing, sit-ups, and basically anything that can explain to me why I would fail in my goal to lose at least 2 pounds per week and eventually slim to 193 or less. For my glorious readers and weight-loss practitioners, I will be updating my progress with colorful graphs, pictures, videos, and online updates every other day (which is what I originally meant by bi-daily, but realize now is not the definition of bi-daily). A new graph will be posted at the conclusion of each week, along with an official weigh-in and brilliant creative writing piece reflecting on the triumphs and failures of those seven days.

For those of you who need visual representations, or possibly an extremely erotic presentation of my transformation from a larva to a moth, I will be taking a photograph of myself (shirtless!) for every day of the diet. At the end of 91 days, I will compile the photographs and create a short video. Hopefully, this video will look like I'm shrinking and not just standing around looking bored and not changing for 10 seconds.

It's important. If I'm not keeping track of these things, I end up "saying" that I'm eating healthy, but then eating half a slice of pizza here, a piece of coconut cake there, oh and that cookie at work, and the handful of potato chips from the bag in my car, and that sour starburst, and the ten hershey kisses from band practice. And all that is probably the biggest reason for diet failure...

...right into Day 5...

Preparation: Day 3: Strengthening of the Mind...

A late installment... but, I did get to see There Will Be Blood and win 60 dollars at Brians poker party. So, while I sabotaged my body, I was able to score some quick cash. It's all about the green.

Strengthening of the Mind

Mentally acuity. Focus, power, balance, determination. "like-a-fox"; these are all qualities which I lack. Whether I can actually feel my brain deteriorating inch-by-inch, day-by-day, as I believe it is, or whether I just didn't care about these things when I was kid and now I'm just overanalyzing the situation every time I forget something or become tongue-tied, either way my brain is slowly dying and I need to fight back!

The brain is not only the body's largest and most important sexual organ, it is also used, like a motherboard in a computer, to control the body's activity level and provide supply chain solutions, sending nutrients to the organs that need them most. It is important and I will need to use it, if I want any of these dieting techniques to stick.

I'm not taking those mind-supplements; your Ginsengs, Gingkos, St. John's Worts, pig brains... etc. And I refuse to try that speed-reading program on TV (if that kid could really comprehend 1500 words a minute, it would take him about 7 minutes to read the longest piece I've ever written, and I just don't want that), or the math program with number association where some guy can multiply any two numbers in a split second. These are all helpful in some way, shape, or form, but they all seem like fads.

My problem isn't necessarily my creative thinking, comprehension, or problem-solving abilities, all of which are supplemented by my sedentary lifestyle. Being able to focus and trigger memory recall in social situations IS my problem. This makes me appear to be a good listener, and I do listen attentively. I may even appear to be chumly and warm. But, there is a dark side to my personality. And this dark side is that I have problems making small talk with random people. My brain locks up.

Generally, people talk about the stupidest shit. My definition of "stupid shit" is "completely generic bullshit." Talking about the weather, making jabs at someone's favorite sports team, constant gay jokes, talking about work, or saying how much you would like to fuck some ugly bitch by using some generic euphemism that is never ever funny. It's important that I at least attempt to embrace the standard call and response of these situations, so that I can weed out the weak-minded and keep them properly beneath me. And you ain't hot if you can't talk about stupid shit with stupid people only interested in bodies.

My goal is to become more out-going, which goes hand-in-hand with becoming more active, which release more happiness endorphin into the lobes of my brain. This may occur in the form of random compliments given to random people or simple statements said over and over and over again. For example: "I love the color of your skirt." or "How chilly is it outside? Right?" or "[insert activity here] is so gay" or "They should call McNabb a DimeBack, cause he ain't worth no Quarter." It will mainly take place in the form of simply hanging out with friends more often. The act of hanging out pretty much automatically raises your ability to communicate with jocularity. I will accept play-dates much more often, especially if these play-dates are offered with the hope of rigorous physical activity. The happier and sharper my brain is, the more active I will be.

For my literature indulgences, I will be reading "The Pillars of the Earth" by Ken Follett, hopefully delving into "A Game of Thrones" by George R. Martin, and finally finishing "The Consolation of Philosophy" by Boethius (for self-empowerment) which is fully translated on my computer. ("When the stars are hidden by black clouds, no light can they afford. When the boisterous south wind rolls along the sea and stirs the surge, the water, but now as clear as glass, bright as the fair sun's light, is dark, impenetrable to sight, with stirred and scattered sand. The stream, that wanders down the mountain's side, must often find a stumbling-block, a stone within its path torn from the hill's own rock. So too shalt thou: if thou wouldst see the truth in undimmed light, choose the straight road, the beaten path; away with passing joys! away with fear! put vain hopes to flight! and grant no place to grief! Where these distractions reign, the mind is clouded o'er, the soul is bound in chains.") Boethius knows how to kick it, old-school! Plus, I will download some books-on-tape to my IPod and listen to them while I'm riding my bike, saving time and money.

For my intellectual indulgences, I will be playing Brain Age 2 for the Nintendo DS, which automatically tracks my mental progression; this aids in memory recall and quick-thinking skills needed in conversation. I will be continuing to play board games as much as possible, and will be purchasing another title in the GIPF project series of abstract strategy games, either "Tamsk", "Punct", or "Gipf" itself (I already own "Yinsh" and "Dvonn"); these games invite conversation and promote spatial arrangement skills. And I'll probably be calculating some more Poker odds as well in the near future.

The only other thing to "mind" (haha!) is my brain's lack of self-discipline. Discipline comes from repetition, scheduling, and taking actual joy in routine, everyday activities. I am a man, not a slave! And these discipline issues will be addressed in further installments of this lecture series.

I may never be an anthropomorphic fox with a bow and arrow, but I can always strive to be a crafty son of a bitch. And that is all that matters...

Tomorrow, Days 4&5- Mix and Matched together as the final day ticks past and TC begins his long journey...


(preparations for tomorrow: stop writing so damn much...)
Art by Karabiner

Preparation: Day 2: Exercise Routine

By a strange coincidence (although not technically a coincidence since I blatantly knew about the promotion for weeks), my work is having 100 days of fitness through *********america.org. I did not sign up since I didn't have this vicious brainstorm until a few days ago. However, the promotion already has begun and I'm not allowed to join up (plus, it costs 15 bucks for some reason). Well, if they won't have me because they are "proper procedure" nazis, then I'll be my OWN "health and wellness" nazi! I don't need them, and their crappy "free" t-shirt for participation! I'll make my OWN t-shirts! And they'll be cooler! With blood and guitars and a Nintendo Wii controller on fire.

Also, in other news, I'm looking for "New Life Cafe" at 26 S Hanover St. If anyone can find this elusive address, please let me know. Recording studio/organic foods equals perfect for the TC on the move. More importantly, today is exercise day...


Exercise Routine

For me, exercise is pointless and boring if it has no objective and the movements are lame. This is why I have chosen a more sedentary lifestyle filled with writing, composition of music, and hardcore video game enthusiasm. There is nothing more fulfilling then finally finishing that last impossible song Rock Band, or rolling up all my cousins in Katamari Damacy or destroying every extremely tough boss in Astro Boy: Omega Factor or conquering the BloodMoon expansion in Morrowind as a werewolf, or more recently, winning a well-planned game of Puerto Rico by ONE victory point. Nothing at all. This is why exercise has always taken a backseat to personal entertainment. Why be Bruce Lee for real, when it's much easier and less painful to be him in a video game?

Well, this attitude of mine will have to change... somewhat. I still subscribe to the notion that exercise for exercises sake is just boring as hell. However, instead of belaboring that sentiment and crying as I painstakingly engage in all sorts of stupid exercises for 91 days, I will choose to enjoy myself as much as possible while exercising. If I HAVE to exercise, I might as well make it feel less like pounding nails into my knee caps and eye-sockets. How, you dumbly ask? I'll tell you.

I will be exercising in game form. The most likely candidates come in the form of Dance Dance Revolution and the drum set in Rock Band. I will spend one full hour dancing my heart out to colored arrows, improving my health and my coordination. I just so happen to rock at DDR, by the way. When Wii Fit comes out (in August?), I will immediately purchase it, and begin centering my mind and body. I will rock out at band practices, swinging my hips and guitar sensuously to the music, just as I will rock out in Rock Band on the drums. I will never turn down a game of racketball, basketball, hockey, fencing, or soccer (I will ALWAYS turn down baseball, boxing, and Apples to Apples, damn it!). And even though it is not a game, I enjoy bicycling, so you will probably see me peddling at high speeds in downtown Carlisle... winking knowingly at everyone. It will be awesome!

To leave my comfort zone and challenge myself, I will be searching for a good exercise video or two. Hopefully I can find something that has less dancing and more ass-kicking, and also something that will firm up my butt for those that happen to squeeze it later (I'm knowingly winking at everyone!). Until, I feel comfortable with the silliness I always feel while attempting these videos, I will lock myself in my room, turn out all the lights and hope no one notices the noises I'm making.

Then, there's the usual. I can't avoid it. I will be push-upping and sit-upping to higher and higher numbers; this way at least it "feels" like a high-score game as I attempt more and more each day. Two years ago I hit 52 push-ups in one rep, if I remember correctly, and this time I'm going to shoot for 70 in one rep. Sit-ups... I can pretty much do these until my abs burst, so I'll most likely be adding weight to my chest and focusing more on the burn of each crunch than any numbers.

Maybe, as time continues, or if someone else joins me at an appointed time, I will become a member of a gym and attempt some weight-lifting. The problem is that my left elbow, over the course of a normal thirty minute workout, starts to become excruciatingly painful. This is because in college I owned a pair of Heely sneakers with the wheel in the heels. As I was coming out of work (call center customer service), I ran across the parking lot and assumed the proper Heely balance "Shaggy" position with one foot out in front and one bent to the back, kind of like a still shot of Shaggy from Scooby Doo's walk cycle. I overcompensated for the speed, my legs came together and fell directly on my elbow. Long story short, my long-term girlfriend refused to have sex with me for 8 months, and I still have a piece of wire drilled through my elbow. This means that if I overdo it on one occasion, I am usually out of commission for the next few days and my elbow looks a tad bluer. Gym is optional, but exercise is a must. Plus, my mother has just purchased a Leg Magic exercise system, so I should be able to crack walnuts between my thighs after 91 days.

Most physical trainers help their clients target certain muscle groups on a rotational basis. Whether it means sectioning out the week into an upper and lower body muscle schedule, or focusing on cardiovascular work-outs between lifting sessions, variety is needed to help tone the entire human being. Full body work-outs, such as DDR and Tae-Bo will be helpful, but I will need to vary my habits. By keeping track of my progress in my diet blog and charts, there will be no doubt that I should be bicycling if I've been Sweatin to the Oldies three days in a row. I will definitely be focusing on cardio, as this will allow my heart rate to increase and induce glorious amounts of sweating, burning calories, burning fat cells, and oozing testosterone and all those enjoyable pheromones.

And, although I want shiny new abs for my birthday, the key is that I just STAY ACTIVE. The worst thing I can do is sit and play video games for 6 hours, then get up at 11 PM because I HAVE to, exercise for 45 minutes, do a few push-ups and then collapse in bed. Morning stretching and exercise promotes a healthy, sweat-driven day. There's a reason why you sweat all day at work, when you've had a work-out beforehand. You're muscles are still twitching with that kinetic energy, primed and pumped for more action. This also means that I will be commencing my exercise routine much earlier in the evening, so that I reap all of the benefits.

The most important piece of the Food Pyramid is proper exercise. Without that, I could start randomly passing kidney stones, die of heart failure, or worse... never be hot! That is a fate that this geek will not succumb to any time soon.

3 more days till teh hotness levels on TC start going up. Tomorrow, Strengthening of the Mind...


My preparations for today include: Sit-ups and Push-ups to warm up my stomach and chest with the initial pain of actually being used. I will also try Leg Magic in the living room.

Preparation: Day 1: Foods and Energy...

Alright, so I already know what is going to be the biggest factor in determining whether or not I can complete this 91 day period... sleep. Last night, I had this idea swimming in my head, so I kept going with it. I said to myself, "but I HAVE to finish it tonight, because I HAVE to get this on the internet and I HAVE to because I want..." Mainly, I pumped myself up for staying up late, and I fell asleep when I could barely breathe. This, in effect, caused me to fall asleep in the afternoon today. Which, in effect, caused me to not call Josh or Julie or especially Jenny, whose birthday was today. Being tired all the time is probably the worst form of depressionistic behavior, since it simply reinforces my cravings to lock myself alone in a room. Apologies to Josh, Julie, and especially Jenny (happy b-day!). What can I say, I crave the black emptiness of utter solitude.

Besides all that though, I have been researching. And today, I'd like focus on Energy and Healthy Food Choices in my diet...

Healthy Food Choices and Energy

Right now, I am drinking a Berry Lemonade flavored Jones Soda, which I purchased recently at WalMart. There is 190 calories in this 12 oz. aluminum can, and 99% of those calories are from pure cane sugar. This is approximately 20 more calories than Coca Cola, and approximately 190 more calories than water. Jones Soda would qualify as a bad choice for a consistently healthy lifestyle. And most of this shit is just as easy.

While I may not be able to simply read off the nutritional label on a piece of food all the time, it's a damn good thing to pay attention to some of the key elements on that beautiful monochrome sticker. I'm pretty good at reading. Some of the key things to look for are the overall calorie count at the top, the total grams of fat, the total grams of sugar (specifically in the form of just sugar), and maybe a light glance at the vitamin percentages at the bottom. However, one of the main things to disregard in the same respect, are the percentage daily values. Sure, it's some sort of basic guideline for the nutritional content based on a 2000 calorie daily diet, but these numbers are based off research that is almost 50 years out of date; back from sometime around when the Beatles wanted to hold your hand. Not especially reliable.

Much of the newer research into nutrition is leaking into popular culture, while the standard issue, government information continues to stagnate. It's good and tried and mostly true, but it's simplistic take on food groups allows for a normal person to justify much to much. "Pizza isn't THAT bad. It may have, in some cases, over 400 calories per slice, but it has white flour bread for grains, cheese for dairy, and tomato sauce for veggies." or... "I could eat fast food for lunch, and as long as I eat healthy for the rest of the day, it'll even out."



For the purposes of my diet, I will be following the updated Harvard Pyramid that is much more specific in their endorsement and shunning of foods. Now, a slice of white bread is akin to devil worship, whereas a hearty slice of whole-grain Roman Muesli bread (with cinnamon and one or two raisins) would be amazing. Whole grains will the base of every meal, which is good, since I love the shit out of sandwiches. All the nutritional advice I've seen, seems to point to the endosperm in whole grain foods, which release good carbohydrates which transfer into energy, which is something I will desperately need. The power of sperm. The pyramid also singles out foods that are good AND healthy, which is key for making correct decisions. Nutritionalists and Health instructors have been practicing and pushing for these changes for years. There is a precise difference between something that is good for you, and something that is good for you AND makes your kidneys shut down. There is good (vegetable) fat, and bad (red meat) fat.

My problem, however, has always been over-eating. I could take all this advice, but I'd still be bingeing on whole-grains, slamming vitamins, and growing fat with high-fiber, energy-rich, protein enhanced blubber. Especially if I know it's good for me. My equation has always been: Good for me + tastes good = eat it until you want to throw up. This is not a sound eating regimen.

Portion control is the name of the game. My target caloric intake during my diet, in an attempt to lose weight, will be somewhere just over 2000 calories. However, as an active white male between the ages of 19 and 30, I should potentially eat 3000 calories (plus, since I'm taller than average this number should be higher). So, I need to keep in mind serving sizes. Slice of bread = 1 Grain or 70 calories. 1/2 cup of Lima beans = 1 veggy. Only 3 oz. of Meat = 1 Meat. These are all pretty small for an American.

I'll be taking this very seriously. Per day, I will be consuming 6-7 oz. of poultry or fish. I will be eating two small handfuls of nuts. I will have a piece of fruit with breakfast and lunch, and occasionally as a snack. I will make sure to have a vegetable selection with every meal (with the exception of breakfast some days, since they taste disgusting in the morning). I will eat whole grain with each and every meal, especially loading up on breakfast. I will be eating a multi-vitamin and I will purchase a few good bottles of wine to include with dinner. And finally, when I go out to eat with friends, I will either order a salad or a dish with chicken/fish and rich with vegetables (possibly a wrap) and avoid the steak.

While I'll be desperately strict on myself, it's more about self-control and consistency then anything else. As long as I'm exercising and focusing on making awesome tasting meals, I'll have the energy to stay happy, which will in turn, make me less likely to want to binge on some craving. I blame Christmas for getting me hooked on chocolate again. Chocolate gives me phlegm, and makes my stomach rumble. I'd take chicken pot-pie over chocolate any day.

4 more days till teh hotness levels on TC start going up. Tomorrow, my Exercise Routine...


Foods and Energy Links:
FDA WebSite: http://www.cfsan.fda.gov/list.html
HelpGuide: Healthy Weight Loss: http://www.helpguide.org/life/healthy_weight_loss.htm
Harvard School of Public Health: http://www.hsph.harvard.edu/nutritionsource/index.html
American Dietary Guidelines: http://www.health.gov/dietaryguidelines/dga2005/document/
Weight Maintenance Calorie Calculator: http://www.caloriecontrol.org/calcalcs.html
Jones Soda: http://www.jonessoda.com/

Preparations...

Ahh, humble beginnings...

This is the first post of the first day of the first things first. Preparations! Monday, the 28th of January is the big day. 91 Days and Beyond: The Battle to Lose Weight and Become Hot will begin.


To kick things off, I will be sharing my recently acquired expertise in the art form of weight-loss and nutritional studies. Since, I have five days of preparation before the big event, I will take these moments to get super pumped. Each day, including this one, for the next five days, I will be preparing both mentally and physically for the event.

Join me, and together we can lose weight... or die trying. Or possibly just give up. Will I give in to the pressure and return to my old "weighs" (haha!)? Or will I lose 26 pounds (that is 13 weeks of 2 lbs. of weight-loss) or more? Only time will tell.

Here is the schedule:

5 Day - Mini-Symposium

Day 1: Foods and Energy
Day 2: Exercise Routine
Day 3: Strengthening of the Mind
Day 4: Plotting/Planning
Day 5: Making it Last/ReProgramming

And it all leads up to January 28th, 2008...

The Point...

This is the first official notice. Preparations have already begun.
TC is going on a diet.

And this is not just a strict diet, but a strict diet with planned meals, calorie allowances and an exercise regimen that includes an "in your face" attempt at retuning my metabolism and tendencies toward laziness. I will be shrinking my stomach with specific portion sizes, eating three meals a day, resting for a full 8 hours (or more), brushing my teeth twice a day, exfoliating in the shower with a loofa sponge, bicycling in sub-zero weather conditions and playing video games that require movement.

I have been researching for the last few days (google and such...), and I feel that I am now a multi-facetted expert on the subject of nutrition. I will NOT be adhering to a pre-planned set of meals (WeightWatchers), nor will I be attempting experimental fad diets (Atkins, South Beach Diet) that are unproven and lack the longevity needed to promote a continuously healthy lifestyle. This weight cannot come back! I've been carrying around this extra 50 pounds for my entire life. It's like a duffel bag wrapped around my ass and waist for almost 26 long years.

My strategy, like I mentioned earlier, is supreme consistency and keeping accurate documentation of my struggle. I will not falter in my adherence to my daily plan. Whole grains, fruits, and vegetables will be my core. White breads, bleached rice and flour, red meat, candy, and empty calories from sugary sodas will be nixed immediately. Poultry, fish, and coffee will be my fuel. I'm still deciding on the multi-vitamin that is right for me.

Not only will being fit and healthy improve my quality of life and likely destroy my longstanding bouts with depression/social anxiety, but most importantly it will make me HOT. Hotness has a lot of benefits. These benefits include, walking around being hot, being hot in tight jeans, other hot people asking me rub lotion on their backs, fame, not having to ask for doggy-style sex, having a hot six-pack, and the illusion of having a bigger package do to the absence of fat around the pubic bone area. As you can see, it just seems ridiculous that I chose not to be hot up until this moment in my life.

So, what does this mean for you? Well, it means that you, dear friend, have the unique, once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to join with your pal, TC and build your own sense of self-worth. Join me for a 91 day trip to weight loss.

I will be documenting every step of the "weigh" (haha!), on my new and specific blog. I will be keeping track of everything from hours spent exercising to exact daily meal choices. You will be able to see how many push-ups I did in one day, how many sit-ups, how long I rode my bike, how long I played DDR, each weekly "weigh-in", graphs, charts, and much much more... I will be updating, hopefully, on a bi-daily schedule, and blogging my experience the entire time.

If you want to get involved, let me know and I will add your experiences and pictures and videos to the event. Whether you just want to tag along lightly and give periodic updates on your progress or even if you want to start your own exercise journal/blog (that I can link to and from), we can all work together to make ourselves a friendly group of hotties. I'll be posting info and tactics as I prepare to begin this journey. Check the blog for nutrition tips and links as this week continues. Right now, the official start date is next Monday, January the 28th. So, get ready.
Time to prepare!