Steps Forward, Steps Back

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Had pizza and cookie again last night.  Gained .02 lbs. Buh.

But I went to the gym this morning and climbed exactly a thousand stairs exactly in 30 minutes.  I’m still not going to beat myself up about the pizza.  This is my process.  I am trying.

It’s interesting that the stair machine didn’t hurt my back, and I sweat like crazy, and my heart rate was in the 150s most of the 30 minutes I was at the gym but it didn’t feel hard.  I think the stair machine is going to make its way into my gym routine.  I burned more calories and exercised my heart more than just the treadmill walking, and stairs felt better on my back and hips.  Huh.  Who knew?  Probably lots of trainers and chiropractors.  But it’s news to me.

Yesterday when I got to work I felt like I wanted a little something sweet.  There happened to be cookies in the break room, as there is almost always something open to eat in the break room.  I thought, oh, this is great, I’ll just have one, since they’re sweet, but not a kind of cookie I actually like very much.  And it’s true: I did have only one cookie.

But instead of nipping my craving in the bud, I think it just whetted my appetite for more sweets.

For the rest of the day I had a piece of chocolate here, a chocolate covered almond there. I logged every bite on MFP calorie counter, and they were within my caloric allotment for the day.  But I wonder, did those indulgences fuel my pizza and cookie binge later in the day?  That pizza and cookie sure as shit weren’t within my allowed calories–I didn’t even bother logging them.

I still think there is some emotional or mental component to why I got the pizza that I’m not completely clear on.  I wasn’t very hungry, I just wanted to eat it because it tasted good.  I also wanted to stay up and watch some tv before I went to bed, another habit I’m trying to break.  It’s not that it’s not good for me, it’s just that when I watch tv I tend to want to snack.

I talked to my therapist about all this last week, and she recommended I make a list of things I can do for self care to replace the habit of self care with pizza.

Things to Do that Feel Good Instead of Eating Pizza at 11 PM 

  1. take an epsom salt bath
  2. eat some fruit
  3. jerk off
  4. do some yoga
  5. read a comic book
  6. post a blog entry about wanting, but not eating, pizza and cookie

That last one isn’t necessarily something that “feels good,” but it will keep me on the righteous path. Also, my therapist recommended I not stop eating pizza altogether, as it seems like a sure fire way to eat more pizza.  Instead of telling myself I can’t have pizza ever again, she recommends I tell myself I just can’t have pizza after work.  And I do like the idea of having it earlier in the day, on say my weekend, as a treat.  But even then I’ll have to make sure to expend more calories at the gym to burn off the pizza.  Oh pizza, you old troublemaker.

Wish me luck tonight!

XOE

 

A List of Things I Hate About Being Fat

Got pizza and a cookie last night because I had a thousand calorie deficit at the end of my work day so when I weighted myself this morning I was up a half pound.  Cool.

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I wonder if I will someday learn my lesson.  Or if this is it for me.  Just being a fat guy.  My biological father is a fat guy. Most white American dudes are fat guys.  Do I want to be most American white guys?  Nope.  OK.  Time for a pep talk:

SUCK IT UP SHITHEAD. THIS IS THE PROCESS.  STOP FUCKING AROUND AND STOP EATING PIZZA, DICK FOR BRAINS.

Ok. I feel better.  The lesson?  I can’t eat pizza and cookies and lose weight.  Fuck.  I’ve known that all along.  Welp, guess I really do have dick for brains.  Doesn’t mean I have to stay fat.  Tons of hot guys have dick for brains.  So Imma keep trying.

I went to the gym this morning, and I intend on eating my sammie and salad for my meals today, and having fruit, not pizza, when I come home.  The main reason I’ve failed in the past is because I’ve given up.  So this time I’m not giving up.  YOU HEAR ME PIZZA?!  I’M NOT QUITTING!

Let’s refocus by listing all the shitty things about being fat:

  1. My double chin touches my neck when I look down.
  2. The ingrown hair follicle on my inner thigh that is irritated because of the fat that pushes it against my other fat thigh and that I have to put a hot press on it at night because that shit hurts all day.
  3. I don’t look good in the mirror anymore.  I look like a short fat guy because I am a short fat guy.
  4. I snore. I didn’t used to.
  5. I can’t run. I mean, I can, for like a block and it’s painful.  I used to love running.
  6. When I bend over my belly touches my leg way before it used to. I kinda have to shift my fat to the side of my leg to reach the ground. Gross.
  7. My work shirts come unbuttoned because my fat is constantly trying to come out.
  8. I have to tuck in my shirts because if I leave them untucked I look super fat.  But tucked in makes me look like an assistant manager for a Gurnee Mills Outlet.
  9. I have persistent back/hip/knee/shin pain that I didn’t have when I wasn’t fat.
  10. I have high cholesterol that you’ve read me bitch about before.
  11. None of my sexy clothes fit, and I refuse to buy clothes now because I don’t like how I look in anything so getting dressed to leave the apartment sucks.  I have my fat guy shorts, and my fat guy pants, and a couple fat guy shirts.  I look like a suburban dad because I don’t deserve nice things until I lose some weight.
  12. When I stay in, I wear huge house shorts and no shirt.  I used to love being shirtless, but now when I’m shirtless my belly is starting to do the fat guy hang down thing.  It’s a mini hang down, but christ, that’s a lot of fat.  It’s like an episode of Cops in my studio.

That’s a good list.  I feel refocused.

XOE