Weight loss update

It’s been awhile since I talked about this, and I have photographic proof now, so...here I am talking about it. :)

I’ve lost 88.4 pounds so far.  I went from exhausted every waking moment of every day to exhausted about half the time because I don’t sleep enough.  Which is probably closer to normal than it sounds. ;) I’ve lost many inches off my waist, to the point where the new holes I drilled for my belt two months ago no longer work.  I even had to buy smaller underwear.  How fucking awesome is that?  Smaller.  Not bigger, smaller.  Underwear.

I think that might be the thing I am most proud of so far.  Weird, what you latch onto during a process like this. 

I’m a lot more fit, I can do pretty much whatever is needed physically without massive back pain...or needing to sit down every three minutes.  Most of my clothes don’t fit right.  I’m still in the stage where I’m OK with that...mainly because I’m broke and can’t buy new clothes, but also because I will keep getting smaller, so too much new shit would be a waste.

Let me be frank with all you fat fucking dudes reading this: SEX. GETS. WAY. BETTER.  Being a beached god-damned whale ruins your sex life.  Dropping even a few pounds makes everything exponentially better, and if you can work out and build some stamina...let’s just say that cardio training has many, many benefits.  If *I* can do this without starving or a special book, you can do it too.  I promise you it’s not as hard as the experts make it sound.  OK, it is hard, but it’s not as complicated.  You can do it.  Everything about your life will improve.

Photos: Some of you may have seen this picture before.  It’s our all-time favorite pic of us.

Yesterday we stopped by the in-laws to visit with the family, and jo-jo snapped this pic (stole it off your myspace, jo-jo!  Sorry...)

Christ I hate that tattoo.  And excuse the finger, that was just me goofing at jo-jo.  This was like the 40th picture someone took in like, two point three minutes.  Notice how there’s a lot less of me under the hot girl.  Less of a stuffed sausage casing ready to explode.  Fucking hell, I was literally ginormous.  Now the pants I was wearing in the first pic?  Can’t wear ‘em anymore.  They fall off, and even with a belt they look like clown pants.

I also have less hair too.  It’s hard to see in the first pic, but my hair was halfway down my back.  Now it’s a bit of a mop.  I’m so fucking stylish.

Obviously, I’m still a big fat bastard to be sure, but I’m more than halfway to my stage 1 goal.  I want to lose 150-ish pounds and then decide what my stage 2 goal will be.  Probably another 25 or so.  If When I ever reach that stage 2 goal, I swear to fuck I’m going to eat an entire sonofabitching cheesecake in one sitting.  And spend the week after on an elliptical machine for three hours a day. :) It will be worth every frigging bite.

By the end of the week it’ll be 90 pounds (I’m due for one of my 1.5-2lb drops).  In a couple of months it’ll be 100.  And I’m still eating chocolate, bitches!  Never shall I abandon my dark lord.  Bacon, red meat, butter and chocolate are four of the top ten reasons to wake up in the morning.  Never gonna give them up.  Never gonna say goodbye.  Never gonna run around and dessert (them).  See what I did there?  A clever bit of wordplay and a textual rickroll.

So that’s me bragging then.

Posted by JimK at 02:38 PM on June 29, 2008
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