I have officially begun my quest of three months of pure health.
There were no setbacks today, I am proud to say. No trips to McDonalds, no candy bars at lunch and no popcorn, which is actually a big deal.
I realized that in the preamble post that I didn’t really say anything about myself. So let me run down some vitals.
Name: Dan Nied (That’s up there)
Age: 26
Height: 6-3
Weight: Not really sure, to tell you the truth. I estimate it between 360 and 370, so we will work from the median weight of 365. Yes, this is the heaviest I have ever been and I am somewhat ashamed and pissed off at myself that I let it get this bad.
Location: A small ass town in Colorado. I don’t want to give the name, though, because I might have some choice words for this town as this thing drags on, so it would be better to leave the name out altogether than to be burned in front of city hall. Let’s just say that some of the women here have more babies than teeth.
Why I live in a small town in Colorado: Job. I am a sportswriter, which isn’t really as glamorous as it sounds. Basically, I write about eight high schools and a junior college. The job is good though, but being here for the last year has really made me appreciate my hometown of Detroit and big city living in general.
How I got so fat: I ate a lot of shit and I was lazy.
Why I haven’t lost the weight so far: See the lazy part above.
My ultimate goal: I just want to get down to between 240 and 270. I think I can happily live the rest of my young-adult life (until 35) that way. I have always been a big guy. I hit 200 pounds in the fifth grade and kept on going. As a high school freshman I was 240. Then I hit 310 as a sophomore (growth spurt, but not the good kind.) I remained in that weight range and finished up at 286 for my senior year of football.
While I was always big I never totally considered myself fat. My body seems to be equipped to carry a lot of weight. My frame demands it and I truly believe that if I weighed under 240 pounds, I would look close to sickly.
Why I am thinking 100 pounds in 100 days sounds right: Well, the last time I flirted with dramatic weight loss, I was 21 and right at 300 pounds. I put in one good February of eating right and dropped down to 267 (I looked fucking good, too). So that was 33 pounds in 28 days. So 100 pounds in 100 days makes sense if you don’t figure in the gradual slowing of weight loss as time goes on (and I haven’t, because that would blow up my hypothesis).
So that’s me. The popcorn thing is big because in my job I have become accustomed to having a bag or two while covering games. It’s cheap, it’s delicious, and it makes my stomach feel funny. So I figured two good things overshadow one bad thing, so I indulged. No more, though. Popcorn is out.
Now, what I did eat today wasn’t too hard to get down. Let’s run it down right quick:
Breakfast: Half a green pepper. Lunch: a tuna sandwich with fat free mayo and some wee little baby carrots. Snack: an orange. Dinner: Salad with tomato, cucumber, mushrooms and tuna with fat free dressing.
And most of it was pretty damn good.
That’s about it for today. I will be back Saturday with a Day 2 update.
Dan Nied’s 100 days is a noble quest for one man to lose 100 pounds in 100 days. Feel free to email me at nieddan@yahoo.com with any questions you might have.
