Dan Nied's 100 Days is the chronicle of one man's quest to improve his health in 100 days. Feel free to email him at nieddan@yahoo.com with any questions or comments you might have.

What I ate today:

Breakfast (8 a.m.)
3 servings of Special K
3 servings of skim milk
Calories: 570 (yikes)
Fat: 0 grams

Lunch (12:15 p.m.)
1 Healthy Choice smoked sausage
2 slices of multi grain bread
1 serving of low fat cottage cheese
Calories: 450
Fat: 10.75 grams

Snack (3 p.m.)
2 servings of oatmeal
Calories: 200
Fat: 2 grams

Snack (6 p.m.)
1 bag of beef jerky
Calories: 280
Fat: 1.75 grams

Dinner (8 p.m.)
2 cod fillets
3 servings of salad mix
5 mushrooms
3 servings of fat free Italian dressing
2 servings of Just 2 Good Bleu Cheese
Calories: 330
Fat: 4.8 grams

Total calories: 1,830
Total fat: 19.3 grams

Exercise: None. Actually, I did the opposite of exercise. I took two fucking naps. First I got up at 8 a.m., ate breakfast, and then went back to sleep for an hour. Then when I came home from work and I went to sleep for another hour. I was tired. Though, I know working out would have made me not tired.

Let me tell you what kind of guy I am. First, I am currently downloading Internet pornography.

Second, I live in a fucking garbage can. Just in my peripheral vision in this luxurious studio apartment in scenic Shittown, Colorado, I can see: One full garbage bag. A pile of mail strewn about the coffee table next to five empty Subway drink cups. On the back of the couch there are two used paper plates, complete with forks, an empty cottage cheese container, five reporter's notebooks, and my cell phone. On the floor, there is a nice mixture of clothes and empty Subway wrappers, paper towels, and a beef jerky bag from earlier tonight. On the desk there is an empty coffee cup, a cereal bowl from this morning, a few more Subway wrappers, a few CD's, a Steve Marriucci bobblehead (though he was fired in November), a dirty plate, and a fair amount of dust.

The kitchen is full of pizza boxes from way more than 77 days ago, the bathroom has living things growing all around it.

My clothes are pretty much in a pile at the foot of my bed. Old copies of Sports Illustrated are beside my bed so I can read at night. There is a bunch of other stuff lying around that I have been too lazy to pick up.

It's not always like this, well not always like THIS. My apartment is usually pretty messy, but I get around to cleaning the main living quarters every two or three weeks. I can tell you, though, that the box for the farewell pizza I got the day before the 100 days started wasn't picked up until at least day 45.

I tell you this for two reasons: First, to illustrate the need for some sort of outside influence in my life, be it a woman or a drill instructor. Second, to give you a chance to jump off this ship. If you have become engrossed in this quest and have made it part of your daily routine, you might want to ask yourself if you really want to root for a guy like me. If you have somehow come to believe that I am a very smart and desirable man, then you might want to think twice before making your final decision.