Dr Obvious and the Consumption of Meat
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Before I get started, I want to talk about why I'm on a diet. Why do I want to do that? Fuck, I don't know. There's got to be some emotional pain or malaise in there. Actually, that's not true. I'm not embarrassed for depressed about my weight or my size. I'm Dr Obvious, and I'm a fat human being. Sure, I used to be Dr Obvious, a large human being, Since then, my belly has extended a bit and succumbed to gravity, turning into a full on gut. I wear a size 3x shirt. I'm wearing a pair of jeans with a 48 inch waist. I buy my clothing almost exclusively at the big and tall store. I get uncomfortably hot at annoying times and have a hard time cooling down. I don't eat because I'm sad, angry, bored, depressed, becausse I have mother issues, or because I'm angry at myself for being fat, or trying to fill a hole in my emotional make up. I'm responding to the giant gapping clawing that pretty much always is cutting at me. If you've seen me eat before, you know how much I can put down in a meal. Well, I usually stop eating when I'm no longer distracted by hunger, and it's only a vague discomfort, like stoving your toe a half hour ago. I'm rarely full, and when I am, it looks like a tornado of piranhas has just torn through.
But even more than that, I'm really the most worried about premature de-alive-afication. People pushing 400 lbs don't push 80, and I don't want to leave my family that early if I can avoid it. Low fat, low calorie diets don't work for me. I didn't loose any weight, and after a week or two, I'd have to give into the monster living in my stomach. The more I've read, the less sense they make to me anyway. I tried the low carb thing on a lark one time, and it worked. Phenomenally. Unfortunately, this was in college, right before the semester before I took 18 credits and worked about 40 hours a week on a robot for a competition. That's not a good situation to control your diet. I've tried a few times since then, and finals have usually gotten in the way. Well, no more finals. I have more disposable income to buy the more expensive food, and hell, it's a diet I like. I've forced my self to make a real breakfast every day. I eat a lot less processed foods, which is good because I can make anything better than you can get in a can. So anyway, on to the data.
My goal for this week was to average less than 20g of 'impact' carbs a day. The normal calculation for that is Sugar content + (Total carbs - sugar content - fiber)/X, where X varies from person to person. I know people online who say it's 1. I know some who say it's like 5. For me, it's right around 2.
I'll spare you the weekly photo. I don't feel like taking them, and I don't think you want to see me with my shirt off anyway.
A week ago, I weighed in at 376.5 lbs, This morning, I'm 356.2!
I'm still in the same size pants
This week, I've been pretty spot on. Max of 30, avg of 18. The 30 was on a day when I has some restaurant food, and I'm overestimating restaurant food.
Sodium wasn't so good. It's hard to stay under 2k mg, which was my goal before, when you say to yourself "Hm, I need a snack. How about some Meat!" I found out a little late that cottage cheese is full of salt, so I've moved on to yogurt. Tuesday, when we get take out tacos, and Thrusday, when I have pseudo-manditory work lunches, I'm going to stick to mostly veggies for the rest of the day. My avg was 1682mg, but my max was just over 3k. I'll probably be doing better next week.
I've noticed just how often I have an evening snack after like 9:00. Allegedly, they say to stay away from anything with carbs after 8:00, so keeping some cold chicken or some cheese in the fridge fills my evening snack needs. Eggs are a big win for breakfast. I have a jar of nuts at my desk for when I need a small snack during the day. Lunches are kind of a grab bag, but left overs are easy when I don't go out to get a salad or a burger sans bun. And I can eat as much as I want to. I think I got some weird looks on Thrusday when I ate the equivelant of most of a chicken and five slices of briquette, but fuck it. I don't care. My metabolism feels like a camp fire. Throw a bunch of tinder and logs on it, and it burns more, not less.
Oh, and I feel good. Really good. I have more energy in the morning, but a bit less late at night, which make sense. Carbs are fast fuel that burn out quick. Fat is a slower fuel that sticks around longer. I'm more productive in the morning, which is a good thing, because I pay for my lack of efficiency at work.
Sensative readers should avert their eyes now. My digestive system feels a lot better, too. I've always been a pretty... regular guy, but I'm eating a lot more fiber now, most days. Sure, the USDA says you need 25 grams a day, but they really are idiots. I don't believe anything they recommend. They think I should weigh 180 lbs. I think you could suck all the fat out of my body, and I'd be more than that.
Oh yeah, so whats my goal? I don't know. I think I want to be big again, not fat. That's probably around 320 lbs. Its around a 2x shirt. It's when I don't get sweaty when it's not hot. Is that kind of goal setting a detriment? Not really. I know the process works, so working the process is my goal.
So yeah. That's what I got.
Before I get started, I want to talk about why I'm on a diet. Why do I want to do that? Fuck, I don't know. There's got to be some emotional pain or malaise in there. Actually, that's not true. I'm not embarrassed for depressed about my weight or my size. I'm Dr Obvious, and I'm a fat human being. Sure, I used to be Dr Obvious, a large human being, Since then, my belly has extended a bit and succumbed to gravity, turning into a full on gut. I wear a size 3x shirt. I'm wearing a pair of jeans with a 48 inch waist. I buy my clothing almost exclusively at the big and tall store. I get uncomfortably hot at annoying times and have a hard time cooling down. I don't eat because I'm sad, angry, bored, depressed, becausse I have mother issues, or because I'm angry at myself for being fat, or trying to fill a hole in my emotional make up. I'm responding to the giant gapping clawing that pretty much always is cutting at me. If you've seen me eat before, you know how much I can put down in a meal. Well, I usually stop eating when I'm no longer distracted by hunger, and it's only a vague discomfort, like stoving your toe a half hour ago. I'm rarely full, and when I am, it looks like a tornado of piranhas has just torn through.
But even more than that, I'm really the most worried about premature de-alive-afication. People pushing 400 lbs don't push 80, and I don't want to leave my family that early if I can avoid it. Low fat, low calorie diets don't work for me. I didn't loose any weight, and after a week or two, I'd have to give into the monster living in my stomach. The more I've read, the less sense they make to me anyway. I tried the low carb thing on a lark one time, and it worked. Phenomenally. Unfortunately, this was in college, right before the semester before I took 18 credits and worked about 40 hours a week on a robot for a competition. That's not a good situation to control your diet. I've tried a few times since then, and finals have usually gotten in the way. Well, no more finals. I have more disposable income to buy the more expensive food, and hell, it's a diet I like. I've forced my self to make a real breakfast every day. I eat a lot less processed foods, which is good because I can make anything better than you can get in a can. So anyway, on to the data.
My goal for this week was to average less than 20g of 'impact' carbs a day. The normal calculation for that is Sugar content + (Total carbs - sugar content - fiber)/X, where X varies from person to person. I know people online who say it's 1. I know some who say it's like 5. For me, it's right around 2.
I'll spare you the weekly photo. I don't feel like taking them, and I don't think you want to see me with my shirt off anyway.
A week ago, I weighed in at 376.5 lbs, This morning, I'm 356.2!
I'm still in the same size pants
This week, I've been pretty spot on. Max of 30, avg of 18. The 30 was on a day when I has some restaurant food, and I'm overestimating restaurant food.
Sodium wasn't so good. It's hard to stay under 2k mg, which was my goal before, when you say to yourself "Hm, I need a snack. How about some Meat!" I found out a little late that cottage cheese is full of salt, so I've moved on to yogurt. Tuesday, when we get take out tacos, and Thrusday, when I have pseudo-manditory work lunches, I'm going to stick to mostly veggies for the rest of the day. My avg was 1682mg, but my max was just over 3k. I'll probably be doing better next week.
I've noticed just how often I have an evening snack after like 9:00. Allegedly, they say to stay away from anything with carbs after 8:00, so keeping some cold chicken or some cheese in the fridge fills my evening snack needs. Eggs are a big win for breakfast. I have a jar of nuts at my desk for when I need a small snack during the day. Lunches are kind of a grab bag, but left overs are easy when I don't go out to get a salad or a burger sans bun. And I can eat as much as I want to. I think I got some weird looks on Thrusday when I ate the equivelant of most of a chicken and five slices of briquette, but fuck it. I don't care. My metabolism feels like a camp fire. Throw a bunch of tinder and logs on it, and it burns more, not less.
Oh, and I feel good. Really good. I have more energy in the morning, but a bit less late at night, which make sense. Carbs are fast fuel that burn out quick. Fat is a slower fuel that sticks around longer. I'm more productive in the morning, which is a good thing, because I pay for my lack of efficiency at work.
Sensative readers should avert their eyes now. My digestive system feels a lot better, too. I've always been a pretty... regular guy, but I'm eating a lot more fiber now, most days. Sure, the USDA says you need 25 grams a day, but they really are idiots. I don't believe anything they recommend. They think I should weigh 180 lbs. I think you could suck all the fat out of my body, and I'd be more than that.
Oh yeah, so whats my goal? I don't know. I think I want to be big again, not fat. That's probably around 320 lbs. Its around a 2x shirt. It's when I don't get sweaty when it's not hot. Is that kind of goal setting a detriment? Not really. I know the process works, so working the process is my goal.
So yeah. That's what I got.