Monday, October 15, 2012

Goddamn, That's A Fat Ass

I went and did it.  I stepped on the scale this morning and did not like what I saw.  I have gained thirteen pounds since the end of August.  I looked in the mirror and said, "Goddamn, that's a fat ass."  Granted I have lost sixty pounds over the past couple of years, but I still have a long way to go.  I was OK where I was and I was holding steady until my week on the Cape.  You can go back a read the posts, but in a nut shell I ate a lot and didn't exercise much at all.  I fell into the trap and assumed I was holding steady for the month of September.  I was wrong.

So now I need to get back to exercise.  I want to drop these thirteen pounds quickly, and for the most part I can, but I need to keep going on it.  With clothes on I look OK, but when your moobs jiggle while brushing your teeth, you need to loose more weight.  I can still fit into my pants that I have from loosing the sixty pounds but I muffin top something fierce now and I can still use the new hole I put in my belt to make it smaller, but that pushes my stomach up like a tube of toothpaste.  And then there is the turkey gobbler I have under my chin.
The turkey gobbler is no where near as prominent as it used to be two years ago, but I can see it sneaking it's way back onto my profile and it jiggles when I brush my teeth as well.  It does look much better when I shave it though, not that I get much facial hair, but the little I do get highlights it.  I know what I need to do, I've done it before, I have just become complacent with enjoying my chips and dip, beer and, well, food in general.

The Trophy and I always say that we will start a diet on Monday, but this time I really did.  I packed my lunch (like always) but it was less and not so yummy....

I took two Nalgene bottles of water because you know you can't diet without pissing a ton of fluid out, took a yogurt (90 calories), two apples, a granola bar (100 calories) and a bed of shredded lettuce with one can of tuna fish (mixed with 1 tablespoon of fat free mayo).....oooohhhh, stop you're spoiling me.  The thing is though, during the day isn't the main issue, I'm usually pretty good, it's when I get home.  I'm a stress eater.

I need to break the habit of coming home to three screaming Minions and a cranky Trophy (because of the screaming Minions) and immediately going for the fridge.  That will be the challenge, that and not grabbing the chips and chowing them while watching the Biggest Loser, I think I'm going to Hell for that actually, it would be like using the elliptical while watching the band of what the fucks from Honey Boo Boo land.

So today begins my journey that I have taken before.  I have goals for this time around, being able to tie my shoes without getting winded is a good start.


  1. Good luck on your journey to health and happiness. If you need help, I can come round and bark orders at you through a megaphone. I used to do this as a complimentary service in my local town centre, until the police came and confiscated it.

  2. You can do it! I could not! I cannot and will not sacrifice my beer, ribs, and various items for when I have the munchies! Bloat me up and baste me in butter!

  3. I feel that pain as I am trying to lose a few and the holidays are coming up. :/ I'm thinking of hiring R Lee Ermey as a personal trainer. :)

  4. OMG you could be describing me! I'm with you friend - except for the actual "no emotional eating" thing - because my screaming minions drive me to eat all day long! I guess it could be worse - I could be drinking. But since The Reunion, I have been reminded how NOT worth it that route can be.