One of the realizations I'm coming to is that thinner people just don't drink as much as I do (or did). I think that maybe they have a glass or two of wine a week (not a night). Much as I hate to admit the reality of the situation, I think I have to adapt to their way if I want to lose weight. Because my way doesn't seem to have the same effect. My way has gotten me into the situation I'm in today, where I weigh too much.
Read MoreToday I decided to go to Paris for a vacation in October. I love Paris. It’s so … everything I’m not. Sophisticated. Interesting. Cosmopolitan. Fascinating. Intellectual. And thin.
So I have a new reason to want to lose weight: I’d rather not tramp around Paris and look like a big fat American. I find myself embarassing when I’m this heavy. Paris isn’t designed for fat folks, that’s for sure, and since I am fat it’s not designed for me. Especially since I don’t speak the language and rely on friends to communicate for me, I’d rather not have the surly waiter at Les Deux Magots assume that of course, the fat lady would like the “large Americaine.”
I’d just rather be thinner than I am and get my weight out of my own way. I’m going to leave on October 21. This morning I weighed 206.2 pounds. If I could weigh 180, that would be outstanding. Not sure if it’s possible, but it’s worth shooting for, I think. Since starting this blog last weekend, I’ve lost almost five pounds … so maybe it is?
Let’s do the math:
Today is August 6.
Departure date: October 21.
Days to departure: 75
Daily weight loss necessary to achieve goal: .34 pounds
Per week average: 2.5 pounds
I fear I must retire from eating. Vive la France!
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The secret ingredient here is a little bit of fine ground espresso coffee. You'd never guess it's coffee when the steaks come off the grill; somehow it adds a tasty note of flavor the livens up the beef.
Read MoreNow, 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 MorePlain 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 MoreToday I lost another half-pound, putting total tonnage lost at four pounds. That's very fast weight loss for me. Very.
Read MoreWhat 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 MoreSo 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.
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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.
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