Let's Face It Pal, You Didn't Need That Eye Surgery

16 December: in a remarkable turn of events, 76.6 kg. I had something called a 'latte' today with soymilk and that couldn't have been low in Calories, but nonetheless here we stand inching closer to 76 kilograms.

Stillness is the Move

10 December: 77.35 kg. Thanks for the apple dinner, Hisakatsu.

I had been sick for a long-ass time

at long last: 9 December: 77.6 kg.
and before that: 4 December: 79.2 kg. That was probably due to my McDonald's lunch and my sever lack of exercise while getting way-laid by a sinus infection. I was a little surprised to see the scale be so kind tonight.

long time no see

23 November: 77.55 kg, which is amazing: I haven't been to the gym in a week since I've been sick lately. And don't tell my wife, but I've eaten a couple of snacks in the past few days. Wow. Not bad.

Hopeless

16 November: 77.2 kg, surprisingly. I had a wonderful (though not low calorie) meal over the weekend, and tempura for lunch today. And beer with that wonderful meal. Oh, and don't forget about that Snickers bar, too. Not a low-cal weekend.

not again...

12 November: 77.9 kg. Wrong answer, buddy.

Keep Your Eyes Open!

9 November: 77.7 kg. Which is a bit of a miracle, considering all the calorie-laden beer I had over the weekend, not to mention the McDonald's (which I thought I had sworn off). Praise be to the Lord, I guess.

The Fool

2 November: 78.4 kg, though if I hadn't puked so much on Saturday night I would probably have another half a kilogram to report. Yay for all-you-can-drink parties!

Imawinner!

30 October: lucky number seven seven seven. I hit the jackpot!

28 October: 77.5 kg and counting. wish me luck!

Don't Cry

26 October: 78.2 kg. My shoulders hurt a lot lately. Since taking up dedicated weight-lifting, that has been the case. And my neck is sore/stiff. I probably ought to stretch. (and p.s.: cut out all that cookie-eating, you fuckface!).

The Ascension

21 October: 77.4 kg. I'm looking forward to more negative growth in the bio-tech sector.

Move On Up!

19 October: 78.1 kg. Running in place is no fun at all. Let's gooooooooooooooo!

And Often Off Again

16 October: 78.1 kg. Seems more correct. But not alarming. Could I begin to feel comfortable in my skin regularly?

Never have I ever...

14 October: 76.7 kg? Really? Were you not there while I ate brownies, cookies, confections, and other sundry junk foods over the past 4 or 5 days? I believe there has been a mistake made. A happy one for this instance, but when I weigh-in again tomorrow and I'm up around 80, well that will surely be a shitty feeling. Thanks for nothing, asshole.

Finer Days

9 October: 78.3 kg. That ice cream was, in retrospect, not a good idea.

Keep on Runnin'

7 October: 77.6 kg, loud creaky knees and all.

The Wrong Way

5 October: 78.2 kg, amazingly. that whole package of cookies, along with dinner sunday night really was not of a dieter's character.

Wooly Mammoth's Absence

1 October: 77.7 kg. That is a surprise. Wow. Totally not expected, feel like I've been mangering on any and all food that comes across the path of my gullet lately.

Who Cares?

28 September: 78.05 kg. And cookies, don't forget the cookies. I am so excited to see what Wednesday's weigh-in reads as. If it's below 79 I'll be a monkey's uncle.

Between Your Ear And The Other Ear

27 September, special bulletin not from the gym, but the pool: 78.4 kg. I have been a fallen dieter, for sure, lately. think cookies, think pastries, think even having dinner once or twice. what an asshole I am.

C'mon Come On (Lose An Endless Longing)

24 September: 79.5 kg. C'est la vie. What should I expect after eating dinner not once, not twice, but three times in the past week, and the gym being closed for some nonsensical holidays, and having the gall to snack couple of times? Fucking asshole.

Sausage Gut

18 August: 79.4 kg. I have been falling off the wagon lately, it seems. That blueberry pastry-thing really is seeming like my downfall. Why can't I just not eat?

maybe not

17 September: 78.65 kg. oh well.

My Heart Might Stop

14 September: 77.9 kg. I wasn't very dedicated this weekend and snacked not often but still egregiously. And apparently Monday is a part of this weekend that I'm talking about, since I wolfed down 3 donuts that I had no right buying in the first place directly before going to the gym. I still feel a little nauseous. Yippeee!

Pump Up Your Ass

9/9/09: Good luck? 78.5 kg, I guess so. Shouldn't there be a VMA or something going on right about now?

Surprise, surprise

7 September: 79.1 kg and no hangover. I went on a field trip that was ostensibly a winery tour but consisted of nothing more than a couple jiggers of slightly fermented grape juice along with a hefty amount of barbecued pork. Considering the にく I ate yesterday, a smidge over 79 is doing pretty well I think.

The Other Side of Mt. Heart Attack

3 September: 79.4kg and a hearty laugh. Usually I favor something adrenaline-raising like Liars or OutKast, but sometimes a little Annie Hall does the trick on the elliptical.

The Waydown

2 September: 78.9 kg and some still again more sore shoulders. Benchpressing is not my forte it seems. Especially considering I tumbled off the bench while trying to scratch my nose and lift weights at the same time last night. I probably looked drunk.

Le Bien, La Mal

31 August: 79.6 kg and some sore arms. It is maybe not a good idea to go right into lifting the heaviest weights possible after not really lifting for 6 months or so. I hope my arms will reach above my head in the morning.

The Fool

27 August: 80.0 kg and a less-sore back. I actually got a little time in with the dumbbells and barbells, too. Which I really should make a regular occurrence. I didn't make it to the gym on Wednesday because I was nursing my sore back with a bottle of wine (and by bottle I mean 80% of a whole bottle by myself) which didn't work quite the same as aspirin would've, but was much easier to find at the supermarket. And if you don't count the bread I ate while sipping wine last night, I've made it this whole week without dinner yet. Horray for idiotic narcissism!

I Might Be Wrong

24 August: 80.4 kg and a determined individual. I have decided that I will go balls-out for the month of September and make every effort to go to the gym every possible night and to lift weights in addition to aerobicizing and to also not eat junk food. If I spend an entire month focused on the outcome I should be able to at least hit 77 kg, right?

Shocker In Gloomtown

21 August: 80.6 kg. wow. what the fuck is this shit? can one can of beer add about a whole pound in one day? i have to become a tee-totaler again, I guess.

You're not an Airplane

20 August: 80.2 kg and a bum knee. I over-skated Wednesday night and trying to interval-ly train did not work out so well. Trying to pedal as furiously as possible for 30 seconds while your knee doesn't want to work is not a good idea. I'd like to think if I could've toughed it out I could've gotten under 80. Probably not, but at least let me dream...

I'm Back

17 August: 80.4 kg and a completely fucked self-image. It's weird that some days I find myself gelatinous and Jabba the Hut-esque, while other days I think I'm a normal-looking person.

しょがない

I will have yet another week sabbatical from the gym since it's Summer Holiday Time and the gym can't be bothered to stay up past 8:30 for the next week. So I'll have to blindly obsess about my weight until the 17th.

R U Still Into It?

5 August: 79.7 kg. I couldn't follow through on my intellectual exercise (get it? hahahaha, right?). i felt fatter than under 80 kg. let's see if I can make it to the gym more than once a week and get that number well below 80.

nihil novi sub sole

31 July: 0 kg. I've realized that if I don't weigh myself, then my weight stands at 0, which while being a little on the too-skinny side means I lost weight since Wednesday. Hooray!

Everyday Struggle

29 July: 79.5 kg. Sometimes it seems ridiculous to try to lose weight. My at-rest state seems to be this. My true nature isn't skinny. But sometimes the prospect of sweating less and feeling better and not being violently harassed by my wife feel like very good reasons.

Melt Away

24 July: 79.7 kg.

19 July: 80.6 kg.

When will I stop gorging myself of donuts and cakes, green eggs and ham"

Groundhog Day

16 July: 80.2 kg, again. I guess I should've gone to the gym last night, and I surely should've not eaten that swiss roll the other day, as well as the sundry other items I've inhaled lately. I miss my mom.

Ballad of a Thin Man

13 July: 80.2 kg. Wow, almost a month since the last post, which means almost a month since the last time I weighed myself. Honestly, I can't even remember what that last post said, but I'm sure it was under 80. A little bit surprised I didn't get even fatter than this, what with all the BK I ate at LAX on my way home from my mom's funeral/pig-out fest. I would actually liked to have gotten a little bit fatter via some In N Out, but by the time I found one of those esteemed establishments it was 7 in the morning and there were no burgers available to ingest. Oh well, maybe next time I get way-layed in Los Angeles.

Evacuate The Vacuous

22 June: 79.7 kg. That's what you get when you eat dinner for an irresponsible 3 nights in a row, especially if one of the nights is a barbecue where you only eat hot dogs and other dilectibles equally or more un-healthy. And don't forget the snack today, you stupid asshole.

where the hell the Rza?

17 June: 78.5 kg. Wow, it actually isn't some anomalous 82 kg measurement. Maybe if I just continue to never eat dinner again I can keep losing weight. What a novel idea.

Running To Stand Still

15 June: 78.7 kg. I had only been to the gym once in the past week and was not expecting this. I didn't necessarily pig out over the weekend though I did have some snacks lately. I think I'm almost half way to my "goal", though I doubt I will be able to actually attain it. Or rather I don't think I could sustain it. Let's see what Wednesday says after I have some funereal food tomorrow for lunch.

Sometimes Better Than Others

10 June: 79.2, a surprising 79.2 I might add. I didn't have much of a lunch besides an apple, some wasabi pototo chips and a slice of bread so I was too hungry to forgo dinner tonight. Imagine what I would've weighed in at had I possessed the fortitude to stair my hunger in the eye and tell it to fuck itself. Today was pretty muggy, so that can account for some witht dehydration due to sweating like a madman.

Obsessed with the excess

5 June: 79.8 kg. Going into the weekend under 80 kilos is nice, hopefully I make it out the same way. Another fun turn of events is that a pair of pants that fit me, then after visiting home didn't fit me anymore now fit me again. Good to see some tangible evidence of this sweating and knee-busting regimen.

You're always on my mind

3 June: 78.8/78.9 kg. [the scale kept toggling between the two and i want to be faithful here] That is what I'm mother fucking talking about right there. A simple recipe for success: cut your calories. And where do calories come from? Food, that's right. So eat less/no food and you're golden. No dinner for two nights(though I did power snack last night) and almost no snacks.

Circumference on Friday.


(i'm hungry...)


Am I being vain?

Initial Gesture Protraction

29 May: 80.2 kg, 91 cm circumference.

1 June: 80.4 kg. I actually expected to be worse but considering all the shit I gobbled up on Saturday night after getting drunk. And I for some reason ate dinner. I was maintaining and not being much panged by hunger, yet I gave in and ate some supermarket-prepared food. The draw of eating simply because food is available is a motherfucker. Let's see how the next two days go, I'll check in after Wednesday night. Hopefully I won't have dinner tonight or tomorrow and can slip back under 80 kg.

A little elbow grease

27 May: 79.6 kg. All it took was not pigging out like a zombie (and skipping dinner for the last couple of nights). I have been digesting some interviews with the author of The End of Overeating (David Kessler) and coincidently the book's premise is that salt, sugar, and fat, when combined as is often the case in all the processed and yummy foods that I like so many other people gorge themselves on, have an effect on the brain's chemistry and cause us to eat far too much and far too often. The brain is mostly powerless against that combination and once you start down the slippery slope of junk food it is very difficult for your body to convince the brain to feel satiated with normal (or god forbid healthy) food. If it wasn't most likely impossible around here I would buy this book. But at least the interviews helped. The tape measure won't circumnavigate my belly til the end of the week. Be patient.

I Felt Your Shape

25 May: 80.6 kg. What a wonderful feeling this is. My insatiable hunger sure isn't helping me out. Something compels me to eat, then eat more, and then some more. Snack, dinner, dessert, snack, snack, breakfast, snack, a loaf of bread, lunch, refrain. I'm going to really try to starve myself and see how that works. Less calories consumed should result in more kg's lost, right? And by starving myself I mean simply eating 3 meals a day. Might try to go for only 2 a day, but that is probably pushing it.

Oh yeah, the circumference. 25 May: 92 cm around the belly button's meridian. Let's see how this goes.

No Sense

It has come to my attention that I've been going to the gym for about two months now, pretty regularly, and have only lost a little over 1 kg. Way to really give it your best, fatso.

Groundhog Day

22 May, 21 May, 18 May: 80.4 kg. This would be a nice occurrence, this stability, if it were stabilizing at a more welcome number, say 77 kg. It is quite disheartening to exert all that effort and literally drench myself in sweat without gaining any benefits. Of course, I could stop eating candy bars and shit like that (which I have been getting more and more successful at lately). Another possible factor that is mostly bullshit but what the fuck I'll kick it out there is I finally started lifting weights again in addition to the excerliptibikemilling. Since muscle weighs more than fat maybe I'm really getting thinner but not going down in weight. Intriguing idea. Probably doubtful considering it has only been three days of very limited free weight-ing. So I will be adding another measurement to this litany of embarrassing numbers to try to measure my improvement: my circumference. Yea!

Weight of My Love

18 May: 80.8 kg, I was really fearing it would be much worse, but I think it's in an acceptable range. I have begun to lift weights in an oh so meager capacity. Hopfully it will help invigorate my metabolism and I can be unfat sometime before I die.

Unsolved Mysteries

11 May: 80.4 kg, not too bad considering all the rich food I ate at the funeral services over the weekend. Who knew dead grandmothers-in-law had such an upside: great catering!

13 May: 81.4 kg, Whoooooaaa! What the fuck happened? Oh yeah, I took a nap and woke up and ate some streudel-thing and ate some more bullshit and then some more and totally reneged on my (oh so solemn) vow to eat healthy food. Also I actually ate dinner before going to the gym, big fucking mistake. I didn't go last night and am not going tonight, partly because I don't want to see the fury-inducing read-out on the scale.

The only positive I have gleaned from being less skinny (I can't say that I was skinny before) is that I had a slightly too hollow-looking face, which only accentuates what my loving wife calls my "monkey points." At least less skinny me has a fuller face and so a less pronounced pair of monkey points.

memento mori

7 May: 80.4 kg, which isn't bad considering the evening before I had some very rich french cuisine which consisted of all of my wife's desert, too. and the week that I couldn't go to the gym due to the holidays. I was dreading seeing the scale read out something over 81.

Kick that Shit, Homey!

30 April: 79.9 kg. Yipee! I have broken the 80-kilo mark. I can't wait until tomorrow when I go to the gym and see that my weight is suddenly back at like 82. What fun.

Unsolved Mysteries

24 April: 81.0 kg. I would like to blame one of my co-workers for talking my ear off while I was trying to enter the gym. I can't really exer-bike and meaningfully or even half-meaningfully talk at the same time. The grunting would just pose too big of a problem. So instead of the normal 5o or 55 minutes of sweaty exasperation that I would've liked to deal with, I had to settle for 28 minutes of said fun. Fuck you, buddy. Now I'm fat because of you!

Mooh Rah Rah Rain

22 April: 80.6 kg, no dinner though I did eat some convenience store cookies and a Snickers Bar.

stupid me!

17 April: 81.2 kg. Imagine what the scale would've said if I hadn't eaten all those Oreos today for dinner.

Sad Mafioso

16 April: 81.4 kg, no dinner save for a piece of bread and a couple shitake mushrooms off of my wife's plate. Which is disappointing because:

13 April: 80.8 kg. I didn't even eat a real meal yesterday (Wednesday) and didn't over indulge on Tuesday with food. I also didn't have dinner on Monday when I weighed in at 80.8, so what the fuck is the deal with the +0.6 differential? My wishful-est guess is that I weighed myself with my underwear on tonight, but wasn't wearing them on Monday night, could they be sopped full of 0.6 kg of sweat? Or it's the banana chips and their 750 Calories I had yesterday as a snack. I love the logic that I use where eating a meal is bad but a super-calorie-laden snack is deemed fine and combined with other little tidbits of food that eclipse what an actual meal would total in calories.

Whistle While You Work

Either not eating dinner for the past few days or the gym's elliptical trainer, I don't care. This is a welcome sight:

6 April: 81.0 kg

Hopefully on Friday I won't be back above 81 kg again; luckily I don't have any money so I won't be eating dinner, which should help.

Starting Point

I joined the gym again. After the stress of visiting a dying parent and the accompanying melancholy I decided that there was no reason to control what I ate at all. So now we've come to this:

2 April: 81.6 kg.

Those brownies and Wendy's burgers and chocolate-covered peanuts and anything else that found it's way into my stomach sure was worth it!

Now that I am paying for the gym I think I can coax myself into considering what the fuck I'm doing before I put that banana crepe or peanutbutter sandwich-thing into my mouth. Let's hope this works, I am not enjoying the tightness in my pants.