Fat Tuesday: I’m Fat and I Can’t Stop F^!*ing Eating!
April 10, 2012 § 4 Comments
One of this blogs many personalities is as a dieting/health blog, a recounting of how I lost 150 pounds. Maybe by continuing to talk about it, I’ll stop shoving sugar and grease into my fat fucking face.
My story of weight gain and weight loss has been well-documented on this blog. The much shorter story is this: I weighed a lot, then I weighed less, then I weighed more, then I weighed less, and then at one point after moving to Los Angeles I weight 210 lbs, which was 150 lbs less than I weighed when I graduated from college.
That’s basically it.
That 210 pounds was a year ago and while I’ve been able to keep myself in check along the way, I’ve still put on 20 pounds in the last year. Luckily, 20 pounds is a bitch ass number that I can whip into shape quickly, because I dominated 150 pounds so 20 looks like Matthew Lawrence compared to Joey Lawrence. Yeah, Matthew Lawrence is significant, but he’ll never be the guy that said “Woah” or the guy that said anything, really.
In picture form, my struggle with fatness is as such:
I’m 6, rockin’ my Alf shirt:
Then I’m 17, fat expanded
Then I’m graduating college, dealing with the Yo-Yo effect
Then last year, I hit my lowest weight ever. (Remember that I am 6’6″)
I’m doin’ a “Fuck yeah” eye wink in that picture. Never felt so amazing and I had hit my “swagger point,” which is a term I made up and am now rolling with.
Swagger Point (Swaa-gurrrr Poy-nt):
1. The point during weight loss in which you feel really amazing about yourself and you say to being fit: “Never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down, never gonna run around and desert you.”
2. A “makeout point” for urban youth.
Dealing with the first definition of Swagger Point, I firmly hit that when I went under 215 for the first time. My jaw was tight, my jeans were practically skinny, and shirts that once looked like baby clothes on me were genuinely loose. How could anyone possibly want to ever give that up?
Well, certain laziness and JUSTIFICATION OF BAD EATING (one of the keys to gaining weight back) has caught up to me and I’m on the wrong side of the hill and falling fast.
I went to the gym 3 times last week, which is good, but 4-5 times is better. I had a few days last week where I ate healthy, and then on Saturday me and some friends had a party of sorts that made us all very hungry and I ate mini-corn-dogs-a-plenty.
Time to stop the cycle so that I can get back to my swagger point. Writing this today is going to help me maintain that. I need to continue to be a square… and I need to find that Alf t-shirt. Might fit me again one day.