Life, Lately

While I have been regaling you with tales of getting fat and then thin again, life has been marching on as usual. I’m sure you’ve missed my normal blathering entries and photos from Project 365, so today this is what I bring you! Before launching into all that though, I just want to say a huge and sincere thank you for all of the kind and supportive words you have all shared on the last few entries. Publishing all that made me anxious and self-conscious as all hell, but it is worth it a thousand times over if my experience can inspire even one other person out there. Look at how fat I was, people! If I could get off my butt and accomplish my fitness goals, I know that you can, too. Just give some thought to what you want to do, find out the steps you’ll need to take, and get started today! Why not, right? Don’t wait.

So, anyway! Life!

[172/365] Life

The past two weekends I’ve gone out to a forest preserve to go trail running early in the morning. I usually go on Sundays so this has come to be known as “church.” Running through the woods for an hour or more, just me and the trees and the fungus and the dragonflies and bees and squirrels and the unidentified but much larger-sounding forest animals — this is an activity far superior to church, in my humble (and not religious) opinion.

Pine Tree Sneak

[178/365] Crossing

I do occasionally trip over a tree root and fall on my face — this past Sunday I did that twice and actually managed to scrape my leg up the second time — and I usually get dive-bombed by giant flying insects, but these Sunday trail runs are quickly becoming one of the highlights of my week.

Wildflower Trail & Powerlines

Off the trails, I’ve been trying out a new pair of Nike Free running shoes — you know, the ones that are designed to give the benefits of barefoot running without one having to actually run barefoot? Those. Bonus: they are pretty.

[174/365] Free

I’m also continuing to enjoy the weekly harvest from my CSA farm, which has lately included the most delicious carrots and cucumbers and squash. Which reminds me: must pack up some carrots for tomorrow’s lunch. Mmmm. Lunch.

[173/365] CSA #9 : Contents

This is the incredibly busy part of the summer: I’m caught in the overlap between my two summer teaching assignments, working my way through very intensive summer mini-semester courses that have huge daily workloads compressed into a very fast schedule. It can be exhausting but the time just flies by and so far I’ve been managing to have something of a life outside of work, too.

This weekend I had my guy friend over and we made pizza together. It’s funny, we could have just as easily made two pizzas, one with cheese — as I hear is popular among Kids These Days — but he insisted that there must be only one pizza: a pizza achieved through negotiation and compromise.

The One True Pizza:

[176/365] Compromise Pizza

I’m not sure how much compromise two people can really have when one is vegan and one isn’t, though, you know? In this situation, it kind of seems like compromise equates to me having things my way. I think it might behoove me to remember that isn’t always the case. But that’s a discussion for another time, I think. Suffice it to say that I have been out of the relationship scene for so long that I think I need to remind myself how to be something other than just Me, Myself, Alone.

In other random news, I finally made it up to the house with the bicycle fence on a sunny day, with camera in hand, and arrived to find no cars parked in front of it. This meant I could finally photograph the whole thing! Check out how fantastic it is:

[167/365] Bicycle Fence

Bicycle Fence

One day I’d really like to copy this idea. Bicycles are one of my favorite machines — like typewriters, I think they’re beautiful in both their looks and their functions.

And finally, in case you needed to see my little dog flirting with you:

[168/365] Why Hello There Ladies

“Heyyy, ladies! How YOU doin’?”

Before and After

All righty, friends.  I am going to post the promised before and after pictures here, but I feel like I first have to acknowledge the fact that this feels ridiculously narcissistic and like I am fishing for compliments and oh boy.  I mean, I am not even that uncomfortable about the unflattering fat pictures, but the whole exercise of posting a bunch of pictures of myself is just not my style.  You may have noticed that the photos I post here are mainly of my food, my dog, my neighborhood, or random items in my house.  Occasionally they are of my friends or my friends’ children.  They are almost never of me.  I mean, yes, having a personal internet computer blog journal is narcissistic enough, I realize.

Well, enough dithering.  Here we go:

I have a long-standing tradition of taking a self portrait in the mirror every year on my birthday.  I figured showing you the last five birthdays would be a good way to illustrate the slow gain (and then loss) of weight.  But then when I put the pictures together, I realized that wasn’t going to work:

28.diagonal doppelgänger
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31.B-Day

(December 12 of 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, and 2009)

In the first four pictures, you can see my face getting a bit fatter as time goes by, but that’s all.  By the fourth one (December 2008), only about 75% of my face is in the frame — and not just because it’s gotten fatter, but because I had to keep getting closer and closer with the camera so that my body wouldn’t be in the shot.  Yeah. Clearly I was fooling no one with that.

But let’s try again:

In order to show you the real deal, I had to get drastic and ask my friend Brunbec for a particularly bad picture of me.  When I started losing weight, she said she had found an old picture of me from that 2008 birthday party that she would show me when I was ready. Well, I guess I’m ready.

Before we get to that really bad one, though, let’s take a quick look at what I looked like in early grad school, before I started gaining weight:

Alligator Cheesecake

That’s me (left) and my two BFFs, Ememkay (center) and Clarabella (right), at Jacques-Imo’s in New Orleans.  December 2003, I believe. That night was such a great one. I ate one of the single most delicious food items of my entire life: a savory cheesecake made with alligator sausage. I’ll never eat it again (due to being vegan now), but I’m sure many great meals are in store for me and these ladies in the future.

So.  That was the normal me back then.

Now let’s just check out what I looked like at (I think) my fattest, on my birthday in December 2008. This is the camera-phone picture Brunbec sent me this afternoon, when I declared myself finally ready to see it. I think it may be the only full-body photo of me from the fat days — that I know of:

Before

That’s me on the night of my 31st birrthday. We had a great party with many fancy martinis, and I’m happy to say that the fun we had that night is what I think of when I look at this photograph that Brunbec sent me. But can we acknowledge my size?  Hoo boy.  I am guessing my weight there to be [gulp] about 250+ pounds. That dress was size XXL, and my pants size back then was a 20.

And here are a couple of after pictures:

Getting Ready

This is me getting ready for my friend OXR’s wedding last month — May 2010.  It was a gorgeous day and I had a wonderful time at the wedding.  Like the birthday picture above, what I see here is just a reminder of a great occasion shared with dear friends.  But, yeah, I also look pretty OK.  Weight here is about 155; I’m wearing a size medium.

And finally, here’s one I snapped today:

[175/365] After

I’m mostly excited about these new jeans I got on clearance at the Gap yesterday.  They were originally $69, on sale for $29, with an additional 40% off.  What the what?! I only paid about $18 for them! I think they look pretty good, too.  Weight here is about 147, clothing size 6.

So there you have it.  I am going to brace myself, exhale, hit publish, and then go hide somewhere.

Dream Even Bigger: How to Lose 100 Pounds

First of all, thanks so much for your comments and thoughts on the last post. I, too, am an infrequent blog commenter, but I think I am going to make a better effort to comment on all of your blogs out there, even if just to say an occasional “hello” or “that’s funny.” It goes a long way, I think. So thanks.

Anyway, let’s move on to the real topic here: How to Lose 100 Pounds! Now, if you were foolish enough to take my advice below and you have managed to put on 100 pounds through an ingenious combination of sloth, gluttony, depression, and boozing, never fear! I have your remedy here! I’ll also note that this process will be just as successful for losing smaller amount of weight, should you only have, say forty pounds or fifteen pounds to lose. Just stop when you get there, see? Do not continue on to lose the full century unless you need to.

DISCLAIMER: I am not a doctor, an RD, or a fitness expert of any kind. I have absolutely zero qualifications to be advising anyone on fitness or nutrition. Consult your doctor. I am Not That Kind of Doctor.

All right. I don’t have any weight loss secrets or any information you haven’t heard before, but I am going to tell you a bit about my philosophy and what worked for me.

My basic plan boils down to this: FUCK THE BULLSHIT.

How does one go about fucking said bullshit? Like this:

First of all, take every bullshit diet or weight loss plan you have ever heard of and promptly forget it. Just fuck that bullshit.

  • Slim Fast
  • Low Carb
  • Low Fat
  • Atkins
  • Nutri-System
  • Jenny Craig
  • Grapefruit and Bacon
  • All-Liquid Cleanse
  • Any Type of Pill
  • Açai Berry
  • Only Eat While Hanging Upside-Down

These are not weight-loss plans. These are bullshit. Fuck the bullshit.

That kind of thing is unsustainable, often costly, and often reliant on processed crap masquerading as food. Speaking of processed crap masquerading as food, I am also going to suggest that you say fuck it to the following bullshit:

  • Fast food. Poison in a paper bag. Just say no.
  • Most ridiculous restaurant food. Thousand-calorie “salads”? Hell to the no, thank you.
  • Processed frozen dinners.
  • Anything dehydrated or processed or preserved and sold in a colorful box.
  • Animal products. Unsustainable, inhumane, unhealthy, unnecessary.

These items are not food; they are bullshit. Fuck that bullshit.

“But they are delicious,” you say? Isn’t deliciousness how you got here in the first place? Too much deliciousness? Well, eat them if you must, but know that a very stern and disapproving glance is coming your way. I will cut you. With my eyes.

One final category of bullshit I am going to suggest that you also fuck: bullshit “small steps” advice.

  • Just park farther away from the store.
  • Just take the stairs.
  • Just walk for 15 minutes, three times a week.
  • Just switch to diet sodas.
  • Just eat more greens.

This is the worst kind of bullshit out there. Of course you can and should do any and all of the things on this list — but not “just.” This kind of thinking (and we are told these kinds of things all the time) caters to and reinscribes the idea that overweight people are incompetent, lazy, or unwilling to take real steps and to make real changes and to really work. Running is probably too hard for you, fatty, so just park farther away from the store when you go in to buy your ice cream. Oh, and pick up some spinach while you’re in there. Now you’re all set.

Also, these things are lies. Walking an extra 50 yards to the Target entrance is not going to help you. You might burn 10-20 extra calories — certainly not enough to counterbalance the giant scone you are going to buy yourself at the Target/Starbucks pastry counter to reward yourself for that extra-long parking-lot hike. These things are bullshit. Fuck the bullshit.

Here’s how to lose weight, in one easy step: burn more calories than you eat.

That is the one and only way to lose weight. It works 100% of the time. Just do that.

I promise.

Here’s the thing, though: Yes, you will have to count calories. You will have to figure out how many calories you burn and how many you eat. You will have to do math. You will have to track your food and exercise.

“But that’s so tedious,” you say? Well, then don’t bother. Just don’t use the single best weight loss strategy out there. I would hate for tedium to get in the way of your pizza party.

(Side note: I keep using the pronoun “you” here, in keeping with the snarky advice thing I am going for, but it’s starting to sound insulting. I hope you know I mean “me” here. I am the asshole who thought calorie counting was too tedious.)

My favorite way for tracking calories in and calories out is the “Lose It!” app for iPhone (or iPod touch or probably also iPad by now) — it’s simple, easy, well designed, and it runs all the numbers for you. If you know me in person you have no doubt seen me entering in my food or exercise on this thing. I have been using it daily for the past year — every bite of food, every mile run, everything, every day, for a year. It works.

There’s also sparkpeople.com, a website that does the same thing, and many other websites and apps out there, I’m sure. If you have a favorite, enter it in the comments!

Anyway, I recommend using one of these. It helps me see how I’m doing over a day or a week and helps me plan my meals. For example, if I know I’m going to have cocktails at the pool with my friend B., like I did last night, I can add those into my calories ahead of time and see how many calories I have left for dinner and snacks, then plan an appropriate dinner. I get to have those cocktails but not mess up my balance for the day. I love it.

I can’t and won’t tell anyone how many calories they should eat because that’s just not my field and I’m not qualified to advise you there. But look online for one of these types of services (most are free) and they will do the math for you, based on your age, height, weight, sex, and pounds to lose. Then all you have to do is stick to the plan!

So what do I do and what do I eat?

My favorite things to eat are:

  • Fresh fruits and vegetables
  • Whole grains (no white flour or rice)
  • Plant-based proteins (nuts, beans, grains, etc.)
  • Fats from sources like olive oil, avocado, nuts

My indulgences, which I do have occasionally:

  • Wine
  • Whiskey
  • Sweet potato Terra brand chips
  • Dark chocolate
  • Purely Decadent brand dairy-free ice cream
  • French fries or tater tots

If I want to indulge, I just run the numbers and work it into my calories for the day, no biggie.

You already know what I do for exercise, and you already know what you yourself do or don’t like to do for exercise, so I don’t have much specific advice there. I will say I am lucky to have found one sport I really really love to do (running) and several more that I love almost as much (swimming, biking, yoga). If you find a sport you love, just fucking do it all the time. You’ll burn even more calories, have happy chemicals coursing through your brain, and feel like a badass. Many benefits to sport, I tell you.

So for the past year I have basically just followed the calorie recommendations of the Lose It! app and exercised my butt off. It took about a year to lose 100 pounds. In that year, the only times I ever went over my allotted calories for the day were on my birthday, Christmas, or a big race day. Accordingly, I never had a week where I gained weight. I had a week or two in there where I either did not lose or only lost a half pound, or something, but I never gained. If you follow the guidelines of the calorie math, it really does work. Really.

You could probably follow the calorie guidelines while still eating bullshit processed crap masquerading as food, and still lose weight, in fact. But that’s not how I roll. I like to eat clean, plant-based food. It feels great, keeps my energy level steady throughout the day (no crazy hills and valleys and sugar crashes), and gives me the fuel to get out there and do shit. Recommended.

And, well, that’s it. That’s the plan. Take all the bullshit — the bullshit miracle cures and lame advice and phony diets — and say fuck it. Fuck the bullshit. Eat real food. Eat plants. Eat fewer calories than you burn. Go out there and do things. This works.

And I guess the humiliating before and after pictures will have to come later because I haven’t gotten them all together yet.

I know I’m not the only one trying to get fit here, so I’m sure many people reading this would appreciate any tips, advice, websites, or whatever that you could share. Also, I am happy to answer any questions I can, so ask away.

Fat Talk

Before I tell you Step Two of the big plan — How to Lose 100 Pounds — I have some thoughts. Thoughts and questions.

First of all, I’ll be totally frank and in my frankness probably pathetic. It bothers me when I spend a little time and effort writing something here, especially when it is something that for whatever reason is important to me, and no one responds to it. I actually let through two spam comments on the post below because 1) no one else responded, and 2) the spam comments were (unintentionally) hilariously in tune with the obnoxious sarcasm I was going for there.

But, so, yeah. No actual, non-spamming people had anything to say about my glib and sarcastic how-to post on gaining 100 pounds. I assume this is because no one actually wants to gain 100 pounds and therefore the message was of no use to anyone.

But is there something else? Is fat still socially taboo enough that we aren’t supposed to talk about it? Too personal? Too loaded? Too disgusting?

Was the glib sarcasm too offensive? Not in keeping with a topic that is personal and emotional?

Was the attempt at humor too pathetically transparent? The real, underlying content too sad and depressing? Believe me, I thought it was a bit depressing too, for fuck’s sake.

Maybe since the subject was important to me I should have been more thoughtful in how I wrote about it.

But as I’ve mentioned here now and again over the past year, I’ve been on a health and fitness and weight loss mission. Just this week I reached my weight loss goal, having lost over 100 pounds. I’m back at my regular weight now after about five years spent gaining and keeping those 100 pounds.

I couldn’t come here and tell you about reaching that goal, though, without also telling you how fat I had been. You can’t exactly lose 100 pounds unless you have 100 extra pounds lying around somewhere, you know? The thought that I did have that excess, the knowledge that I had gone out and gotten it somehow during the mess and turmoil and sludge of those graduate school years, well. The thought was paralyzingly awful.

There would be no acknowledging of the success without also simultaneously acknowledging where I had started. Believe me, I did not want to do that. During the time that I gained weight and kept it on, I was in complete and total denial — I had no idea how much I weighed and whenever I accidentally chanced to look in the mirror I never really saw a fat person looking back at me. How could I acknowledge it here?

Same way I always deal with uncomfortable situations: clumsy humor! Obnoxious attitude! Bitchiness!

But yeah, that happened. I left the state of Oregon about 100 pounds fatter than I’d been when I arrived there, and for a long time I thought I was just going to stay that way. The people I met when I moved here had never seen me at my normal, healthy weight and size. To them, I was just a person who was 100 pounds overweight — was it time to just accept the identity of an obese person? To accept I would always be fat, always a little bit sweaty and uncomfortable?

You know of course that I did not do that. I suppose I could have but at some point I decided it was time to say “fuck this bullshit” and turn it around.

Next installment, hopefully less snarky: How to Lose 100 Pounds.

Dream Big: How to Gain 100 Pounds

You might think gaining 100 pounds isn’t for you. Even if you may dream longingly of stretch marks or online-only, plus-size shopping (and who among us doesn’t?), you are probably thinking that the gluttonous luxury of being 100 pounds overweight takes life-long training. It’s just like becoming an Olympic athlete, you say; you have to start out young. Eat those twinkies early in life and build up a history of successful weight gain, just like the pros.

Not so. I am here to tell you how you or any fit, slim adult like you can take a lifetime of thinness and turn it all around. You, too, can reach the storied heights (and breadths, and girths) of obesity, just like millions of others around the world! Fatness! It’s a growing trend!

DREAM BIG!

Maybe you have dabbled in small amounts of weight gain before. The freshman fifteen? The I’m-studying-abroad-and-therefore-the-calories-in-this-cheese-don’t-count twenty? Remember how easy and fun it was to put on those pounds? And how delicious? Sure you do. Now is your chance to do it all again, bigger and better.

First, you’re going to want to set yourself up for success. Create a life and a support system that will encourage weight gain. The following factors will help you find and keep the fat, so add as many of these to your life as you can:

  • failed/failing/toxic romantic relationships
  • family drama
  • failed/failing/toxic friendships
  • financial upheaval
  • school/carreer related stress
  • working overtime
  • faulty brain chemistry
  • sedentary job

If you manage to achieve everything on this list, congratulate yourself! You are set up to achieve an especially dramatic and accelerated weight gain!

Now, the lifestyle factors. Choices typically portrayed as “unhealthy” by “the media” (pshaw) will benefit you here. Again, consume as much as possible of as many different items on this list as you can:

  • wine
  • cigarettes
  • cheeseburgers
  • french fries
  • burritos
  • pizza
  • BBQ
  • cheese
  • pasta
  • chips
  • candy
  • soda
  • beer
  • fried chicken
  • fried cheese
  • fried potatoes
  • fried breaded anything
  • whiskey

Sounds good, right? It is. It is fucking delicious. Have some more, why don’t you?

If you want to earn bonus fat points, go out to dinner a lot. you can order tons of rich, fattening, high-calorie foods that will come in huge portion sizes. Better yet, you can simultaneously drink yourself silly on high-calorie booze and charge it all to your credit card. Food, booze, and increasing debt — this gives you the sought-after triple bonus. It will complement your triple chin just perfectly. SCORE.

How will you have time for all this eating, drinking, and general decadence and debauchery, you ask? Easy. Cut exercise out of your schedule. If you’ve achieved the right life factors listed above, you’re probably too depressed, anxious, stressed, and hungover to work out anyway. You won’t have the energy to get up off the couch. People may tell you that exercise is a great natural anti-depressant, but don’t worry about that. You know what else works? Food and alcohol. Enough cheese fries and whiskey and you won’t remember your problems at all. Belly up to the bar, friend.

Now, if you are someone who has previously stayed within a few pounds of your “normal” weight, you might find the increasing numbers on the scale to be a bit disconcerting. Stop weighing yourself. Period. Just don’t ever weigh yourself for, like, three years. If you get weighed at the doctor, turn your head while the number flashes across the digital scale. Don’t look at yourself naked in the mirror. Don’t look at yourself naked at all. Don’t look at yourself in the mirror at all. Don’t even own a full length mirror. Shower with your eyes closed. Take photographs of your friends, but don’t be in a photograph taken by someone else. Just squeeze your eyes shut tight for the duration.

Pretty soon, you’ll wake up fat! Congratulations!

Now you are set to enjoy the many benefits of being very obese. If you’re a woman, your tits are probably enormous now, like a 40-DDD enormous. You don’t have to worry about attracting too much of the wrong kind of attention, though, because you have somehow (while becoming physically almost twice as large as you once were) become nearly invisible. You won’t be spoken to unbidden while out at the bar (this means more time for you to spend with that pint of beer and plate of jalapeno poppers); customer service professionals will ignore you; you will fade into the background of every group activity.

But wait, there’s more! You will get to fully experience every inch of a pricey airplane seat — unlike your skinny neighbors, you will be pressed firmly into every corner of the seat. Skinny people only get to sit on, like, half of the seat at one time. Being stuffed in so tightly is also probably safer in the event of a crash.

You’ll benefit when buying clothes, too. A size 18 pair of jeans has, like 3x the amount of fabric as the same pair in size 2, but do you have to pay 3x as much? No, you do not! In fact, your fashion budget will stretch extra far (just like your stretchy pants will) because the expensive designers won’t make clothes in your size. But Target will. So will Old Navy. Old Navy doesn’t really want fat people in their stores, though, so if you shop there you’ll have to shop online. This is another hidden benefit! You can stay on the couch in your crumb-covered pajamas while you shop!

But wait, you’re not convinced that being 100 pounds overweight is all it’s cracked up to be? You did all that work, all that eating, and now, you kind of regret it? Well, you can’t turn back the clock, no. But stick around, because I also know how to lose 100 pounds.