So let me talk about the good before I do the bad. The good thing is this last week I started to count the calories I eat. Which has made me more aware of the things I eat. I’ve been trying to hit 1500 calories each day. Or no more than 2000 a day. So that is the good. The bad is that I gained .8 of a pound since last time. So my bad new isn’t all that bad. I’m at an even 363 now according to my Dads scale. I did eat about 4 pieces of pizza at my Nieces birthday party. It could have been much worse I suppose. Next week I expect to be back on track thanks to the calorie counting.

362.2! I still think something is wrong. Since I went to the Doctor for a check up I know the scale is right. They even did blood work and I was good on that too. My blood pressure is back to normal. All of that and I still have doubts. Maybe it’s seeing my Nephew go through this cancer shit. So I’m 2 pounds away from my first goal of hitting 360. I try to stay positive. It’s just hard sometimes when I see the shit happening to my two year old nephew.

Today I weigh 366.8. A loss of 2 pounds if we round up. At this point I’ll take it with the rounding up. This is a good time to throw out another link to my nephew Logan’s GoFundMe campaign. Please donate what you can.

So my exercise and dieting seems to be working. This week I weighed in at 368.4. Last week I was 369.6. I may have ate a bit more this last week because of some of the stuff going on in the family. I’m going to work on not stress eating. But overall I will take the 1 pound I lost this week as a good thing and try harder as for next week.

I walked just about 3 miles (round trip) today. It was exactly 2.8 miles according to my cars odometer. So the good news is today I weighed myself and I’m now 369.6.

The bad news is that on Tuesday (the 9th) the day after I weighed myself in at 371.8 I ate like I used to. I had two sandwiches at lunch. I ate supper and then a few hours later I had two peanut butter sandwiches and a pile of chips. I didn’t weigh myself until Friday the 12th. I had gone up. I weighed 374.3 that Friday. It was dumb I know. But I wanted to see how much weight I would gain from how I used to eat. Again really stupid.

I had to see for myself that I was actually losing weight. It wasn’t real until I saw the numbers go down for myself. Today I even weighed myself three times just to make sure the digital scale wasn’t playing tricks on me. I still doubt it to be honest. I won’t really be happy until I can see it myself when I look in a mirror. But I’m going to keep at it.

Once again its been a while since I wrote anything of substance. It well over two years ago I wrote about my state of health. Now I like to think my mental health is in much better shape since I wrote that post. No this time I’m writing about the state of my physical health. I have started to do something about getting myself a little more healthy.

I wish I could say the whole thing started because of some noble purpose of living longer and shit like that. The truth is I had been messing around with streaming video using YouTube and OBS Studio. This was around the middle of may. I did a few videos of me playing the new Doom. This OBS software can do picture in picture type of thing so I setup my webcam to show my face while I played.

As you can see from the video above I ditched the idea of picture in picture. The reason was once I saw myself in motion on the screen I couldn’t believe what an incredible fat fuck I was. Seeing myself made me decide I wanted to do something about the me I saw in the streaming video. I deleted the video needless to say.

So that was the middle of May. First thing I did was start walking with my dad everyday (except Saturday and Sunday). Exercise was something I needed badly. Without it I would never loose weight. It was also the hardest thing for me to do. I started with trying to ride a bike each day. This ended in me breaking the old bike of my Dad’s twice. Twice because my Dad fixed it the first time. I took it out again and not even thirty minutes into the ride I broke it again. So I had to walk. And I hate walking. It is bad enough with the bike that I had to go outside. But walking just seems to make being outside even worse. If you can’t guess I’m not the kind of guy who goes outside a lot. My Dad often says I’m an Otaku. Which I disagree with the idea I am one. Anyway. So walking it was. I started the first few weeks doing a roundtrip walk of about .8 of a mile. Two weeks later I was doing 1.4. Now I’m doing 1.9. Eventually I want to work up to maybe 3 miles roundtrip.

So with the exercise taken care of (for now later I may start lifting weights) I needed to do something about my food intake. I used to eat one big meal with frequent junk food intakes before or after or both. Now I’m not really dieting in any sense of the word I’m sure. What I’ve done is very basic. First My sister in law told me I needed to eat three meals a day. Breakfast, Lunch, and Dinner. Something about doing three meals a day helps the bodies metabolism or something. So I eat three meals a day now. The second thing is I halved the food I do eat. For example I would make two sandwiches and a the plate piled high with chips or I would cook six or seven chicken strips and a baking tray full of tater tots. I ate more than I needed. My Dad told me I needed to be under 2000 calories daily to loose weight. I don’t know if I do that daily I’m not counting calories yet.

But I try to eat sensibly (at least for me). I eat cereal every morning now. Wheat Chex and on the weekend I reward myself with Honey Nut Cheerios. Breakfast is the only meal I actually measure to make sure its the daily recommended amount on the box. Lunch I do one sandwich on a high fiber bread (either FiberOne Country White or Healthy Life White) and one handful of chips and some carrots. For dinner I try to half whatever it was I used to eat. For example. Tacos, I used to eat 10 tacos. Because the box of knock off Doritos Shells came 10 to a box and they are tacos! Now I eat 3 Tacos. When I eat chicken strips I cook two with a maybe a quarter of the baking tray of tater tots (or french fries). At some point I may start counting calories.

So lets talk weight now. Last year at my last doctors visit I weighed in at around 388. Om July 25th I went to see the doctor and I weighed 377. Today after my walk I weighed myself and I’m now 371.8. So I think what I’m doing is working. I’m going to probably start posting more here on my poor neglected website once a week to weigh in. I was pretty damn happy when I weighed myself this morning. I’ve not felt this good in awhile. I’m going to keep focused on this feeling.

Fuck the hotel business.

I just got to get all of those achievements.