- no caffeine
- reduce caloric intake by 1/3 – 1/2 of current levels
- no soda of any kind (because diet gives me headaches and taste like dirty diaper)
- no more cream cheese-laden bagels for breakfast (today I had yogurt)
- no more late-night snacking
I am going to be one grumpy, tired fat guy for the next three months. But, serious news causes serious action, and I’m not kidding this time. I’m young enough that I’ve never really contemplated my own mortality. I have now, and I haven’t done nearly enough to consider giving up now. I even considered getting the Al Roker Halve-Your-Stomach With Staples thing done. I’ve never really attempted dieting before, so I’m going to give that a serious shot before considering practically-irreversible .
I’ve been fat since the age of eleven, shortly after my first knee . During high school and after, I held steady at about 220 by playing volleyball, basketball and swimming. Then, I got married. It’s happened to all of my friends who get married – they gain 10 – 20 pounds. Why? I’m not sure, but it happens to almost everyone. Then, I blew out my knee, and well, that’s how I got to where I am today. All my fault, and a product of having other things that I thought were more important. I’ve never been one for exercise, and only played sports as a venue for trash-talking (OK, that’s a lie, but it’s funny).
You’re welcome to come along as I try to break sixteen years of bad habits. I hope you don’t mind swearing…