by Jonathan Beanpole Perry
I’m pleased to say that over the last 12 weeks or so I’ve lost 25 pounds! (I sort of had to starve myself the last few days to drop those last 2 pounds, despite a huge nacho craving, but I did it!) Otherwise, no magic tricks. No feathers (though I was inexplicably sick a few days). This weight loss has been from a mix of diet and exercise. I’ve had less sugar and fewer desserts (I’m a big chocolate ice cream freak), smaller meal portions, and replaced a few dinners a week with shredded wheat bran cereals, which I’ve suffered through stoically (I’m very brave. And regular.).
I’ve been taking lots of walks around the neighborhood and am now on the neighborhood watch list. I also walk to the park or lake, and do some cycling at home as well as a 10 minute weight-lifting regimen every other day. In fact, I’ve gained muscle weight, so really I might have lost like, say, 28 pounds of fat and gained 3 pounds of muscle (might be some brain mass loss, too). It’s nifty to need smaller pants and a new belt. I could wear the old pants and do that whole lowrider pants hanging above the butt thing, but would probably trip and die.
I haven’t been down to this weight level since 2001. That year I went to Germany with my uncle and cousins for 3 weeks and lost a few pounds. A few weeks later, the Twin Towers were destroyed. I’d like to blame the terrorists for that ensuing weight gain (coincidence? I think not.). But I’ve lost all that weight again. I’m still not at my college weight, which I may not reach, but losing another 25-35 pounds would be super. That should put me near the upper range of normal for my height. That’ll show the terrorists.
Every so often I’ll lose a few pounds, just to tease myself. “Oh, look! I’m losing weight! Yay!” (Muppet hands waving). Then, dejectedly, “Oh, no. Shamu.” I seem to lose the most weight when I go on vacation or travel to a foreign country for a few weeks, especially if there’s hardcore tourism involved or very few places with veggie food (Britain had lots of veggie food, so the weight loss must have been from that crazy UK itinerary tracking down all those cathedrals and doing laps around them). I’ve lost the most weight when I’ve been particularly motivated. Feeling better, being healthier and better looking (for the womenz) are huge motivators. I’d like to go swimming again without feeling self-conscious, though I’d still be super pale. I’d also like to become that Domesticated Bachelor dude I keep hearing about on this awesome blog.
Off and on for a few years I took that Hydroxycut weight-loss supplement at the suggestion of my youngest brother Chris who’d had success losing weight with it. I had no perceptible weight change using Hydroxycut. Fortunately, I was undisciplined enough to use less than two bottles over 5 years. Little did I know he was secretly trying to kill me. You’ll get your comeuppance, Chris! After it had been removed from the market for causing liver damage and death (goody), I notified my brother, who, only fearing for his life a little, suggested I hold on to the bottle, in case any remuneration was offered (he didn’t actually use that word). So, it’s still there, lingering in my medicine cabinet. Waiting.
Anyway, I lost weight without a miracle drug, so yay for me! I hope to keep losing it for a while and one day be normal again (weight-wise). For now, I think I’ll go celebrate and bake a cake. Maybe make some nachos.
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