In thwe aftermath, I decided I was just going to eat whatever the hell I wanted, and not even care about what I looked like as a result; I didn't want my heart getting broken again any time soon, and I figured if I was grotesquely fat, there'd be nobody who'd ever be attracted to me, and thus, I wouldn't get involved with anyone, and thus, nobody would break up with me.
Well, that was fine for a year or so, but enough is enough. It's spring, and I'm feelin' frisky again.
So, about three and a half weeks ago, I decided it was time to get back into shape. My goal: To drop from 272 lbs to 250 in the space of a month.
'Cause, see, I got what we call "willpower". It seemed an attainable goal.
Well, time is running low, and I'm gettin' mixed results. See, objectively, I AM 12 lbs lighter than I was three and a half weeks ago. I'm down to 260 lbs. Not bad. Not bad. A good start. Of course, there's my methods to keep in mind.
In addition to getting myself into a wicked-lean diet, I've also been workin' out pretty fierce. Building a little bit more exercize each day upon my routine, I'm now working out about five and a half hours a day, and we're talking the kind of working out where several times a day, I find myself drenched in sweat and wheezing for breath.
So, I reckon my gain in muscle mass offsets my weight loss a little bit. Maybe more than a little bit.
A couple of observations:
1) I'm buckling my belt three holes further down the row than I was in april.
2) I can run, full-out, for twenty minutes, while carrying 20 lbs of bags with me, without being winded at the end.
3) Most surprisingly of all, people are starting to respond to me not just as a big, imposing guy, but as a big, impressive guy.
All goes well!
Now, I just need to get my head in the game and get my comic going again. Excessive focus in one area really dtracts from everything else.