This isn’t as hard as I thought it would be. 11 down and 19 to go. My skin is awesome and I have good energy. My clothes are baggy and the new stuff I ordered from J Crew arrived earlier today. I’ll try them on tomorrow after the gym.
The gym. Ha! I joined Eclipse Fitness, now a Goodlife, on College 3 years ago. At that time I weighed 235 lbs according to the body analysis that still hangs clipped to my fridge. In those three years I have spent thousands of dollars on membership and training fees. I go to the gym three times a week and lift heavy weights. And I have gained 30 lbs. At least I did before I started juicing.
My goal was to lose 20 lbs this month but after losing 10 in the first week I now expect to be back at 235 when I return to the glories of solid food 19 days hence. Yes, I know that most of that initial 10 lbs was water weight but no booze, no bread, no meat or dairy will do amazing things to one’s metabolism. And one’s skin. Kind of amazing, really.
On the negative side I am a little snappy with people at times and I’m starting to have food fantasies. I’m talking full on XXX nastiness. No silly chocolate sauce and ice cream bullshit. I’m talking whole deep dish pizzas, that Morton’s Porterhouse meant for two but eaten by one very hungry Juicy Jew, huge hunks of ripe, soft, room-temperature cheese, Indian food buffets where they have to ask me to leave and the Lee Gardens Lobster special, honey-orange back ribs WITH the large Hot n Sour soup (cue the soup rivulets dribbling down my chin). I’m talking about a scene out of Meaning of Life without the puking.
Of course I’m kidding. I hope that deprivation will lead to greater appreciation. And that appreciation will be sustained. I actually fantasize about myself chewing slowly, enjoying each bite. I hope that losing 30 lbs quickly will inspire me to keep going and get myself back under 200 lbs. After three years of working out and even hiring a squad of nutritionists and trainers to work with me, this may finally be the thing that helps me reach my goal.
It’s not the numbers that matter. It’s what they represent. Long life. Health. Mobility. Self esteem. Old clothes that I love that fit again. I’m looking at you, Hugo Boss leather jacket. Don’t get me wrong. I don’t want to be thin. 195 lbs for me is 20 lbs over my ideal weight and thats fine with me.
After all, who wants to buy deli from a skinny guy? And this deli guy loves to eat.
