I’ve got a stake in steaks.

August 5, 2005  |  Reports from the Front  |  No Comments

Now, I'm all for buying locally grown produce and have rarely if ever found the need to buy Chilean cherries for $10.99 a pound in the winter. But the honest truth is, our food chain is now so convoluted that it's honestly hard to know where your food comes from if you shop at major stores. According to Locavore, though, if I quit my job and spent my time foraging small and local producers for food, I could eat very well strictly within the Bay Area foodshed. It's a nice idea, but perhaps not practical.

Read More

Rejected but not Dejected

August 4, 2005  |  Reports from the Front  |  1 Comment

Plain and simple, I've been rejected to become a member of the Big Fat Blog. I'd asked to join because I like the information the site presents; it's fair, comprehensive and always well-written. But because I want to lose weight, Paul McAleer (the founder and moderator of the community) says I can't be supportive of fat people at the same time. So I've been banned from joining the forum, on speculation that I'd populate the boards with weight loss tips or fat-hate.

Read More

Eight Ounces and a Peach

August 3, 2005  |  Reports from the Front  |  2 Comments

Today I lost another half-pound, putting total tonnage lost at four pounds. That's very fast weight loss for me. Very.

Read More

Lifestyles of the Corpulent

August 2, 2005  |  Reports from the Front  |  No Comments

What I find amazing is the absolute transformation of society into accepting fat. Whereas I had a lot of trouble finding clothes to wear in the '70s and '80s, now there's a whole section devoted to me at Saks. With fancy designer labels. I don't have to buy massive mumus with appliques of poodles these days. I can buy a Dana Buchman silk and cashmere suit and be just like the thin people I've always envied.

Read More

The I Don’t Go to the Beach Diet

August 1, 2005  |  Reports from the Front  |  2 Comments

So here it is: I’ve lost 3.5 pounds so far. It’s hard to tell what how that really feels; there’s not much that feels different. Except I’m glad not to have the 3.5 pounds.

You know those ads on TV that show what five pounds of fat looks like? Where it’s essentially lard stuffed in a tall test tube-type affair? When I try to visualize it that way, getting rid of it feels better. Still, when I think of the fact that I’ve got about 60 pounds to go, it seems insurmountable.

I started off thinking I was going to stick to the South Beach Diet Plan. Until I perused the recipes, which are laden with SmartBeat spread and sugar substitutes, followed by a regular dose of sugar-free Jello. So I decided to do my very own I Don’t Go to the Beach diet, which eliminates pasta, potatoes, sugar and anything else that seems like it might have carbohydrates. I even cut out wine, which has been hardest of all.

The truth is that if you cut all that stuff out, really what you’re left with is protein and vegetables. And a complete dullard could lose weight on that plan. How much lettuce and broccoli can you stuff down your gullet before you really want a potato? I’m going to find out soon.

Is it any surprise that even after a week, I’m becoming tired of my plan? Any thoughts on how to spice it up would be good. Tonight’s menu promises chicken and vegetables. Oh boy.

Popularity: 1% [?]

Discipline is a Bitch

August 1, 2005  |  Reports from the Front  |  No Comments

Does anyone else go to the gym and wonder to themselves: "who are these people?" You know the ones I mean. The folks who can get on the elliptical, and run it at 98 miles per hour for 90 minutes at a clip. Sure, they sweat, but somehow it looks really easy for them.

Read More