Operation Stop Being a Fat Fuck
April 5th, 2011
Operation Stope Being a Fat Fuck Moves at the Pace of a Pile of Fat
Perhaps owing to eating extravaganzas like Steak Night II and very limited exercise (though I did go on a couple very short runs this weekend), there has been zero progress in this failure of a diet.
For the fourth consecutive week:
Starting weight: 223
Last week: 220
This week: 220
Goal (maximum): 205
Goal (ideal): 195
March 29th, 2011
Operation Stop Being a Fat Fuck Inspires a Musical Dedication
I’d like to dedicate the following song to 220 pounds:
Starting weight: 223
Three weeks ago: 220
Last week: 220
This week: 220
Goal (maximum): 205
Goal (ideal): 195
March 21st, 2011
Operation Fat Fuck Continues in Neutral
It’s been three weeks since I last updated the Operation. I’m about as lazy about blogging as I am about losing weight. On the positive side, I’m created some great data that shows if you don’t exercise and don’t decrease your caloric intake, you will not lose weight.
Actually, I did run on a treadmill on Friday, my first exercise of any real substance in months. And I think that helped ensure I didn’t gain weight despite a two-day eating binge in Indianapolis. Crap, I’m making excuses for my obesity. I might have lost this battle.
Starting weight: 223
Three weeks ago: 220
This week: 220
Goal (maximum): 205
Goal (ideal): 195
February 28th, 2011
Operation Stop Being a Fat Fuck About as Productive as This Blog
Another week goes by, another week without seriously working on Operation Stop Being a Fat Fuck. I was fairly under control with stuffing my fat face last week, but the weekend saw me take a little bit of a hit. That’s expected and it’s why I weigh myself on Monday morning. I want me at my fattest.
I’ll get a post up eventually, but Saturday saw me eating a fair amount of food in Milwaukee, a city where I feel skinny. Tried a couple of custards, a burger, a taco, a fried fish sandwich, a little candy, and possibly the best corned beef sandwich I’ve ever eaten. On Sunday, had a great meal at Big Jones that included this week’s burger review.
Still managed to lose a pound.
Starting weight: 223
Last week: 221
This week: 220
Goal (maximum): 205
Goal (ideal): 195
Still fat.
February 25th, 2011
Operation Fat Fuck Might Be Failing
I remembered to weigh myself Monday but forgot to post. I don’t think it was subconscious embarrassment, but it was a pathetic weigh-in. Nothing much to say other than I am a fatter fuck than I’ve been in a few weeks.
Starting weight: 223
Last week: 219
This week: 221
Goal (maximum): 205
Goal (ideal): 195
February 15th, 2011
Perhaps No News is Good News
Not much to report this eek. I’d planned to start running with the warmer weather but that plan was delayed when the bottom of a box from Costco gave way and a bottle of wine fell. I broke the bottle’s fall with my ankle. That hurt. Good news: wine was saved. Anyhow, that’s my excuse for not exercising this week. Considering that there were things I could have done inside that wouldn’t have hurt my ankle at all and I didn’t do any of them, I’m not sure how well my excuse holds up.
Anyhow, at least I didn’t get any fatter.
Starting weight: 223
Last week: 219
This week: 219
Goal (maximum): 205
Goal (ideal): 195
February 7th, 2011
The Fat is Slowly Dripping Away. Very Slowly.
Other than surgery or an eating disorder, there may well be no method of weight loss that works faster than an appetite-killing illness. I got sick this week, but it was a cold that had virtually no effect on my appetite whatsoever. I made this tomato sauce on Wednesday and had three meals of a half pound of spaghetti over the next few days.
It goes without saying that the combination of the weather and my cold gave me more than sufficient excuse-making material to avoid anything resembling exercise all week.
Still, I did manage to drop a pound this week. Nothing to get excited about, but not at all depressing.
Starting weight: 223
Last week: 220
This week: 219
Goal (maximum): 205
Goal (ideal): 195
January 31st, 2011
Operation Stop Being a Fat Fuck is Back on Track
There were highs and lows to my week in eating. I was pretty good Monday – Friday, but also did nothing resembling exercise beyond walking Fred. Friday night, I had a massive pizza meal (to be detailed next week on Slice). On Saturday, I had an epic day of eating (post forthcoming) that I don’t regret for a second. On Sunday, I was pretty good until I hit some of the cheese I bought on Saturday. I probably shouldn’t have cheese in the house.
But also on Sunday was some very good news. For the first time in probably 7 months, I went for a run outside. It was a pretty short run – about 2.7 miles – but it was enough to provide some hope. But with the snow coming this week, chances are there will be no running and the gains of this week will be erased.
Starting weight: 223
Last week: 222
This week: 220
Goal (maximum): 205
Goal (ideal): 195
January 24th, 2011
Perhaps I Should Just Embrace Being a Fat Fuck
Three weeks into the 142nd incarnation of Operation Stop Being a Fat Fuck and things are not going well. Each of the first two weeks I did lose a pound, but did so with absolutely no exercise. And given that I didn’t really adjust my eating habits, I figured that the “weight loss” was more natural fluctuation than legitimate improvement.
Also working against me in this week’s weigh-in was that I did a lot of overeating this weekend, including a massive meal at The Gage on Saturday night followed by a whole lot of food during my 7 hours of watching football yesterday.
In fact, part of me blames this week’s weigh-in on the weekend and thinks that I’m still going in the right direction. Most of me thinks that part of me is a dumbass.
Starting weight: 223
Last week: 221
This week: 222
Goal (maximum): 205
Goal (ideal): 195
January 17th, 2011
At This Pace, I’ll be a Fat Fuck Until 2013
Another week of Operation Stop Being a Fat Fuck, another week with absolutely no exercise. I did manage to eat a little better but there were multiple little slips on that front. The high point of the week was when I went into CVS where Christmas M & M’s were a dollar a pound and I managed to buy none after having as many as five in my hands. On the same trip, however, I was unable to resist buying a candy bar that was effectively free (buy a candy bar for 89 cents, get an 89-cent coupon off any future CVS purchase). I haven’t eaten that Milky Way Dark yet, but I certainly will at some point.
The primary flaw in my eating is when I keep shoveling food into my fat face well past the point when I’m full. This week, that didn’t happen much. The only incident I can remember is when I opened a can of pineapple just to get something small and sweet. But instead of eating just one piece as intended, I ate the whole can. I have to admit, that’s not all that terrible.
What is terrible, however, is this week’s weigh-in. I did move forward, but it’s going at such a trickle that there’s currently a much bigger chance that I abandon Operation Stop Being a Fat Fuck that I succeed.
Starting weight: 223
Last week: 222 (while dehydrated)
This week: 221 (still dehydrated)
Goal (maximum): 205
Goal (ideal): 195