I deserved to gain that weight, and that's okay.

Remember this guy?



Let me tell you something about this guy. He and I go back years, back to middle school, when we rode the same bus and I’d go to his house and we’d do wrestling moves on each other on his trampoline. I remember giving him a superplex and his ankle hitting the metal ring encircling the tramp, and I know he remembers it too. He’s one of my best friends. He’s also one half of a reinforcing loop of bad decisions as it relates to weight loss.

This is not to rest the blame on his shoulders. These are all decisions that I make. It’s just that he makes them so much easier. Truth be told, I’m sure I serve the same purpose for him too. I’ve always been a dependable partner-in-crime, as it were, when it comes to eating. We both love getting together and playing video games for hours and eating shitty food and basically just being MEN, and neither of us is going to tell the other that we could maybe eat something better. This is the kind of habit that’s harder to break, I think, than the shitty eating that I do on a daily basis.

So Saturday was a boy’s day, and did we make a day of it. Our first stop was at Safeway for some snacks. Now I swear that I had good intentions when I went in there. OK, that’s a lie. I had semi-good intentions. I passed up the bags of chips and went to the jerky. I ended up with a 12 oz bag of jerky: not the healthiest snack I could have had, but I justified it like a boss. I also ended up with three bananas, two of which stayed at Josh’s house when I left on Sunday. And I gave Josh “advice” on what kind of Kettle Chips to buy. Sea Salt and Vinegar, of course. There’s really no question, of course.

Upon return to the house, we started our day of slovenly laziness. By the time we went to bed, it was 5:00 in the morning. Just from my appetite, the bag of Sea Salt and Vinegar chips was gone. The bag of jerky was gone. Two Burrito Supremes, a Nacho Burrito, and a Crunchwrap Supreme from Taco Bell were gone too, along with half a fifth of Sinfire, an awful cinnamon liquor. When I got home yesterday, I gained 1.8 pounds.

And you know what? It was amazing. Don’t get me wrong; it wasn’t healthy. In fact, the last week was just OK. I’m seeing a slight trend in an upward direction, and this week is going to be about consistency. But if I’m going to gain 1.8 pounds, I want to fucking earn it. And I most certainly earned it.

In reality, I’ve put together a month of eating right and exercising, and I’ve lost 24.8 pounds. It will probably realistically take three days to fully recover the weight that I gained. But I’m not going to let four days overshadow the other 26 that are good.

So it’s Monday, I’m down 1.6 pounds, I’ve got my eating back on track, and I feel renewed, and as usual, I owe it to salt and fat.

SATURDAY:

Breakfast:
Egg McMuffin

Lunch (if you want to call it that):
One bag (8.5 oz) Kettle Chips Sea Salt and Vinegar
One bag (12 oz) beef jerky
One banana (yay!)

Dinner:
Two Burrito Supremes with Lava Sauce
One Beefy Nacho Burrito with Lava Sauce
One Crunchwrap Supreme with Lava Sauce


SUNDAY:

Skipped breakfast again! Lame.

Lunch:
Asparagus spears
Shrimp (~6)
Tortilla

Dinner:
Hummus, feta, kalamata olives, flatbread, tomato, onion
Half of three sliders (pulled chicken, pulled pork, beef and cheddar)