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I was a vegetarian for about 10 months. To be honest, I enjoyed it *way* way more than I had ever expected.It was very freeing, as far as the rest of my diet went. I was aloud to eat freaking pop-tarts again, if I wanted, because Hey, I gave up meat. What more do you want? Do you know how long it'd been since I had allowed myself something as comforting as a guilt-free pop-tart? Anyway, so yeah, I did that for not quite a year, and yeah, I even managed to lose a not-ignorable 25-35lbs. Not too shabby for something that I felt let me eat *more* foods. But, eventually, my more carnivorous ways got the best of me. In essence; it was my April 1st bbq that did me in. I wasn't going to spend *that* much money, time, and effort on that much meat, and not even have any.. Within about 11 days, I had gained nearly 20lbs of the weight back. It was absolutely staggering. I went right back up to 340lbs, virtually overnight. So, that's how that went. But, there's better news to that story. I kinda went the other way entirely, and did a diet very similar to something called "Keto", or the "Paleo" diet. Basically, rather than giving up meat, I gave up sugar. Well, processed foods, anyway. Nothing but whole meats, whole fats, and whole veggies. I do cheat; I'll eat a processed polish sausage, or some raspberries in Cool-Whip (or similar), but yeah, for the overwhelming day-to-day of things, no bread, no pasta, no biscuits and gravy, no soda or even juice, couldn't even have a freaking baked potato. Sunday, I hit 250.0lbs. Yeah, that's a two there. I went from being ecstatic that I was all the way down to 319 (which quickly bounced back up to 326 and stayed there) and then immediately going back up to 340, to dropping under 300 again, to going down into the 280's, so that I wasn't even embarrassed to tell people how much I weighed anymore, to Two Hundred and Fifty Pounds. And I'm still dropping (hopefully). Yes, I miss my biscuits and gravy. Yes, I even miss some foods enough that I cheat and gain a bit back and have to start over again. But I genuinely thought I'd never see the reasonable side of three hundred again, no matter how much effort, diet, or exercise I added to my life.. That was 50lbs ago, now. Hell, it was nearly a year ago, that I first broke that barrier. So, that's that. Will I be sub-200 when I update this again, in 2 years? Will I have gained it all back, having realized all the unexpected dangers of eating this way (it's a lot of meat and probably way more salt than is healthy, because of that). Dunno. All I know, is that being 360lbs was killing me and drove me to such desperation that I spent a failed year as a (happy) vegetarian, and now I'm 2/3rds of that.. I don't have to sideways-walk down flights of stairs to save my knees. I don't have to shy up and get embarrassed every single time I meet a girl, because I have to worry about if she'll hate fat guys.. I mean, yeah, 250lbs is still pretty damned fat, but it's not "ugly fat", you know? And I had let myself get that bad. It's not even let; it's I didn't even know how to stop it.. So, for now, the diet continues. I may very well never eat a bowl of pasta again as long as I live. Dunno. I do cheat now and again, and it does set me back, but I nearly as quickly settle back into the routine of broccoli, bacon, and fatty porksteaks. :) There's a lot more to my life right now than just the weight loss. I am dating someone, and she's not an ex, and she actually treats me well, but she's a drug-user and a pothead and I really am having a very hard time coming to terms with either of those things, but I'm in my mid-thirties, now. I'm not some 24 year old guy who can skate by with his emo feelings and hopes of true love. That was ten years ago, and all I am now is older and even less attractive. This girl is good and attractive and genuinely loves to pleasure me, possibly more often than I even want her to.. :p I'm not going to just throw that away and wait until I'm 55 and settle then, just because she takes routes with her life that I felt I couldn't (or shouldn't, or whatever, does it really even matter, to absolutely anyone, that I didn't do any drugs in my twenties?? Anyone at all??).. I dunno. Maybe I'm just scared I'm not going to find anything better, maybe I really am overcoming my issues with the irrelevant, maybe she's just the right person at the right time. The only person that knows right now is the guy updating this a couple of years from now. I honestly don't even envy him. She makes me happy, and I hope to God that he at least still remembers that. I got robbed back just after Christmas, at gunpoint, and yeah, he did fire the gun before shoving it back into my gut. It really wrecked my life, and I'm still having such a fucking hard go of things because of it, and events that stemmed from it, like Papa John's firing me over it, after off-and-on 12 years of master-level service with them.. Didn't even get to have my say. Just showed up for my next shift, and they already had the papers filled out. that's what 12 years of my life with that company, with the franchise down in Hot Springs, with Bill Dayton and Jamie and even Kelly and the car accidents and the late-nights and the well, everything, got me. Fired for getting robbed, and complying with the guy who fired the gun and shoved it into my side. I've been as broke these past six months as I was when I was going through the bad roommate situation (pick one), and things just wont' even let me get my feet back under me from it, and it's the majority of the issues I'm stuck working through at the moment. Bills, finances, and more bills, you know? But anyway, things are alright. I still have a metric fuckton of great friends to see me through all the rough spots, who all seem to have bottomless reserves of caring about me. I still have a really rather fetching (if entirely too young, but I think I crossed that bridge some women ago) girlfriend who just plain hates to spend a day not with me. I am lighter than I've been since I first made this freaking account, 10 years ago now, and healthier to boot.. And life, well, it still fucking sucks, but I really do feel like I've got a good idea of how to handle the reigns and steer it where I want to go, anyway.. Talk to you, later! Post a comment in response: |
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