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 firstname.lastname@example.org with any questions or comments you might have.
What I ate today:
Breakfast (9:30 a.m.)
2 servings of Special K
2 servings of skim milk
Fat: 0 grams
Lunch (2 p.m.)
2 slices of multi grain bread
2 ounces of turkey
2 ounces of roast beef
1 serving of fat free mayo
Fat: 5 grams
Dinner (5:30 p.m.)
1 6 inch Subway chicken breast sandwich
Fat: 8 grams
Snack (8 p.m.)
1 6 inch Subway chicken breast sandwich
Fat: 8 grams
Total Calories: 1,335
Total fat: 21 grams
Exercise: Full body workout with 40+ minutes on elliptical, burned 800 calories.
Does anyone else think I am relying a little too much on Subway right now?
Yeah, me too.
I actually went there today because I was bored. I had nothing to do, I needed something to do, and the only thing I know how to do right now is work out and go to Subway. I had already worked out for the day.
The fairly new guy there, good natured and likeable but not that smart, mistakenly put a few extra pieces of chicken on my sandwich. It wasn’t quite double meat, but not too far off. They gave it to me like that. I could have spoken up, but what would have been the point?
In order to keep calories in check, I divided the sub up into two meals. Good move, Dan. I’m smart for doing that. I wish I could do that all the time. Check that. I wish I WOULD do that all the time.
Remember, it’s all about choices.
Just to clarify one thing from yesterday. I didn’t actually buy tampons at the hick grocery store. Nor did I buy nudie magazines or condoms (the ones I have are slowly rotting away; why would I need new ones?) My exact purchase was a laxative, skim milk, and a bottle of shampoo. If you want, I’ll scan the receipt and post it. I went for a joke there, you see. It was a Simpsons reference that I can’t exactly remember. But Homer has to buy something embarrassing from the Kwik E Mart and, in order to make it seem nonchalant, he also gets nudie magazines, condoms, tampons, and several other embarrassing items. That was the joke I was going for. Yes I know, if you have to explain it, it isn’t funny. Just remember, people, this blog is free.
By the way, the South Park episode where Cartman pretends to be retarded to get into the Special Olympics is on. It is also the one where Jimmy takes steroids. In my mind, this is the best South Park ever, if only because Jimmy, with his stutter, utters the line “You’re not leaving me! I’ll fucking kill you bitch!” or something to that effect. If you generally think vulgarities are funny, then you have to admit they are 10 times funnier when spoken by a handicapped boy with a stutter. Maybe not, though. Maybe that’s just me.
All right, enough fucking around for today. It’s time to get serious. For a while now, I’ve been giving you fluff. And even though this blog is free, you deserve more. So here is my hard-line stance of the week, my outpouring of emotion to loyal readers. Consider this your reward, cause this shit actually takes some thinking.
Ok, ready? Here we go.
I’ve been thinking a lot recently about the mounds of advice I got when this quest began. Everyone had a secret in how to lose weight. Of course, I maintained all along that losing weight was simple, even if you didn’t work out. All you had to do was burn more calories than you ate.
That was the simple basis for this diet and, obviously, that should be the main objective of any diet.
But still, people had advice and suggestions on what to eat and how, and when and why to eat it. Certain supplements were suggested. People told me that I had to start looking at every little bit of nutritional information on packages, trying to balance this with that and everything in between.
Truthfully, I really appreciated every bit of advice I got if for no other reason than it meant that people wanted to see me succeed. Some of the advice I took, some I just threw to the wayside. All of it, in one way or another, helped to shape this diet and experience into what I believe it is right now: a fruitful quest of self improvement.
But for a while there it got pretty frustrating. Every time I thought I had a good day at first, someone else would look at what I ate and decide that something was wrong. There were too many carbs, too little carbs, I didn’t eat enough, or what I did eat was too processed. I was eating too few calories; I was eating too many calories or not enough fat. I had too much bread, not enough fruits and vegetables. I was eating the wrong kind of lettuce and going to Subway too much (the Jared backlash). My breakfasts were too small and my dinners were too big. I didn’t do enough cardio. I didn’t do cardio at the right times, I was wearing my body out by lifting. I didn’t balance carbs and protein. It goes on and on.
So, if I took every bit of advice I was given, I pretty much could eat nothing but raw grains and water.
That wasn’t enough to deter me, though, because I knew the one commandment to losing weight: Eat less than you burn. And though I found I really wasn’t eating enough times per day and I was probably eating too much bread and I did need to do more cardio, I still had to learn those things on my own (with, of course, the generous help of you people.)
In the entire process, I have routinely looked at only three things on nutritional information boxes: Serving size, calories and fat. That’s it. Nothing else.
The point of this is that, for many fat people, the idea of losing weight is incredibly intimidating. People make dieting so complicated that new dieters can have a hard time figuring out what to eat.
I think that is the one problem with all these fad diets and all the advice that non-fatties give to fatties. Do you know how many times I failed on Atkins? Tons. Do you know how many pages I read in the South Beach Diet book before I decided it wasn’t for me? Over 100. Do you know how many times I looked into the Zone diet? Two or three.
And even when I figured this diet out, which I’ve tailored to what I like to eat, I decided early on that one of my main objectives would be to seriously cut carbohydrates. It’s become a dirty word in the Atkins world. But you know what? People started telling me I need carbs in my diet. And you know what? They were right. But still, that made me confused. Sure, after a little research I decided that carbs were, in fact, necessary for this diet. But had I just casually decided to drop a few pounds, I never would have known.
So the only advice I have for fatties trying to not be fatties anymore is this: No matter what you eat, remember that the only way to lose weight is to burn more calories than you eat. And if you follow that one very simple rule, you will lose weight. All you have to do is find the best way for you to do that.
It doesn’t take a fucking genius or a paperback bestseller to figure that out.
But, that said, keep the advice coming to me. I kind of like it now.Powered by Sidelines