Holding steady
No real update. Weighed in Monday morning at 209, finished a hair higher this morning.
Not so bad, really. Another weekend of laying about the house, and then I dive back in. I was toying with the Vege version again, but a quick review of my finances says that meat will be just fine, thank you.
Here’s a rundown of the process so far.
Superbowl Sunday. While vacationing in Canada, my friends do not point out what a gigantic Fatass I am. However, I weigh myself on their scale, and bone dry Check in at 296.
Damn.
Of course , both of them are on the MediFast Diet, and there really is no food to be had. So I eat more or less healthy the entire time I’m there, and really don’t get drunk, although I have plenty of opportunities. At htis point, I haven’t had a Beer since Christmas Day, and in fact have gained weight, rather than losing the 20 lbs that usually accompanies this step.
I begin to give serious consideration to thier Auchwitz diet, after being satisfied by a chicken breast tossed with a bag of salad.
Mid February. I’ve been off Beer for 2 months, and head into the endurance Trial of RadCon. I once brought 6 cases of Beer to Radcon for personal use. Oddly enough, that year was the first one in which a kid (might have been 20) pointed out that I had tits. I weighed 235 at the time, and was very well muscled. It was pretty much the last time I went shirtless in public.
As an aside, until college, I was somewhat hollowchested. I started lifting my Senior year of High School, and put on 20 pounds of muscle almost immediately. I continued working out through college, and even though I lost almost all of the muscle during the Great Period of Homelessness, the widening of my chest remained. By 1995, I was up to about a 50 inch chest, and packing on muscle all the time.
But I digress. I spend the entire weekend very pleasantly drunk, riding a wave of Scotch that was some of my finest work. Good times.
Early March. My friend Jen is moving, and for once I am a) Not sick, and b) not busy. I come and tote a bunch of boxes. The very first thing Jen says to me is, “Have you lost weight?” This is somewhat amusing, since when we were going out, I weighed around 270. I feel better, but there’s no real weight loss associated with it.
Mid March. Another Endurance trial, in the GAMA Trade Show, Las Vegas. I wade through a sea of parties and drinks, including a marathon session wherein ALL THE BEER WAS FREE.
I maintain my no hop stance, and run into one of the Four. She was amazing when I knew her, and has become moreso over the years. I, on the other hand, have declined steadily. I try to dance, but feel fat and akward. I return to my room, and pass out. The next day, the entire Convention gets sick, and three of my compatriots go to the hospital.
During this time period, I am beginning a relationship with a nice lawyer lady. We get on well enough, but there’s a strange undercurrent that I can’t quite put my finger on. WH meet for coffee, and things go well. We exchange further information, and start planning our second meeting. It was to be dinner, but her schedule is tight, and it turns into a baseball thing.
Opening Day. She stands me up due to being trapped in an arbitration hearing, but I call her and we talk for an hour or so. We make our plans for the next-go round.
Closing day. We have a nice, relaxing afternoon. Sitting next to me at a ball game is apparently too much time to spend in the company of a jovial fat man. I get dumped four days later, but she drags the proces out another few days.
April 10. I’ve had it with being a fatass. If I’m going to continue getting dumped, I’d rather it happen for me being an overbearing, emotionally stunted ass, rather than an annoying fat man. While logging on to order up a two month supply of Medifast, I spot a Google link for The Idiot Proof Diet. Best 27 bucks I ever spent
And here I am. Only managed to get dumped twice since April, that’s progress of a sort. Both were for form factors. Next month, I’m heading down to the Science Fiction Convention of my youth. It will be very interesting to tackle it without Beer.
I’ll share some stories about that show sometime. It’s intense.