Progress…

Lost 15 pounds since the 4th of January. Sadly, I’ve noted the weight loss has become less and less drastic each time I weigh myself. First it was 9 pounds, then it was 4 and this week it was a mere 2 pounds - a rather humdrum number, all things considered.

But, on the flip side, what is 15 pounds? Well… that’s 150% of the body weight of Zara, which is interesting because the idea of having lost an equivalent volume of fat compared to my dog is revolting. It’s also clearly another pant size. None of the pants I got for Christmas fit now. They all hang off me. It’s recognition from people you see daily. Not like, once in a while, but someone who sees you every day and is like ‘damn. you’re loosing weight.’ These are the tangible signs of victory. But the metrics are howling defeat. TWO POUNDS! That’s almost a healthy weight loss.

My scientific background and anal personality combined to create a very detailed log of food consumption and corresponding caloric intake.

This diet thing

I’m doing this diet thing right now.  It’s horribly painful.  Let me tell you about it:

I weighed 219 pounds at the beginning of this year after returning from the all-you-can-eat-and-drink resort in Mexico.  I get back and hear of this contest in the department about loosing as much weight as possible and winning lots of money, so I entered it.  10 days later I’ve lost 9 pounds and I think I’m still dropping… but it’s killing me.

Like, I have small bouts of Retrograde amnesia where I can’t remember peoples’ names (like my wife’s) or if I zone out while I’m driving I suddenly can’t remember where I’m going.  You know, inconvenient things like that.  It finally culminated in being forced to go home because I couldn’t hold my head up long enough to do chemistry.  I did the maths and found my caloric intake was somewhere around 400 Cal a day plus the aerobics I was doing.

Whoops.

Now I track what I eat and try to keep it around 1200 Cal a day.

No wonder anorexics are flakes.