Joining the Fatblogging Movement
3 years ago, Jason Calacanis documented his battle to lose weight. Either, He named or popularized this public, self-flaggelating, humorous, and new weight loss tool “fatblogging.” Immediately, I was drawn to this concept. But so what? I had no desire to work out or give up my twice weekly cheeseburger/fries/shake at various, reputable spots around New York. No fast food for me. My shakes are Ronnybrook Farms all the way.
Well, this morning I area coded. I weighed in at 212. You never want to area code. Sure, it could be worse. I didn’t tip the scales at 312 or 415, but, now I need to get down to my hometown 202. Eventually, I’ll kiss area codes goodbye.
Here’s proof that I’m getting serious: I’m going to do a two month stint at David Barton. If there’s any gym in the city that makes men feel self-conscious it’s this Chelsea den replete with skinny gay guys and thumping House music. It takes courage to work out among the beautiful people. I feel confident about my workout plans, but my real struggle is with food.
I inhale calories with alarming efficiency. Bad sign: During my mother’s shiva week, I pounded half a pecan pie and chased it down with some Corazon on the rocks. Later that week, my sister busted me shoveling my uncle’s home-made butter pecan ice cream straight from the tupperware.
The kids get mad at me because I beg them for bites of their pretzel croissants or baker’s muffins at City Bakery, Nina nearly slapped me when I snuck a pre-Halloween hat trick of Twix, Snickers, and M&Ms. I knew I was out of control. When all that fits is one pair of jeans and all-stretch lululemon wardrobe, you have problems. Yesterday, one my daughter’s friend rubbed my stomach like I was Santa Claus. So, today November 1, 2010 — I’m committing.
As I write, bags of Halloween candy tempt me and the freezer is chocked full of ice cream sandwiches that beckon me to cheat. I must be strong in the face of Rare’s Cheeseburger du Jour. I will try to say “no” to that first, second, and third IPA.
I’m starving. But I’m fatblogging.
Kudos to Tumblrer BenDoesLife for inspiring me to get going. You should follow him.
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