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 (10:45 a.m.)
½ cup of Special K cereal
Fat: 0 grams
Lunch (12 p.m.)
1 Healthy Choice smoked sausage
2 slices of multigrain bread
Fat: 9.75 grams
Snack (3 p.m.)
1 bag of beef jerky
Fat: 2 grams
Dinner (6:30 p.m.)
1 foot-long Subway chicken breast sandwich (with a little of the new red sauce whose name is escaping me right now. It turns out that stuff is just some mildly modified Frank’s Red Hot sauce and has five calories and no fat per serving. I asked to see the label, then I asked the dude to put just a bit on. Also, new girl at Subway today and to my total surprise this one is A) cute and B) not functionally retarded. She was nice. I hope she sticks.)
Fat: 10 grams
2+ liters of water
1 extra large Diet Coke
(I haven’t been putting drinks on lately because, for the most part, it is the same thing each day. Water and diet pop. Easily much more water. But I can’t shake diet pop. I can’t. It’s so gooood. Sorry if that makes you mad. If it does, then you should go into anger counseling.)
Total Calories: 1,345
Total fat: 21.75 grams
Exercise: Not much. I went to the gym to work out, but got sidetracked talking with two of the junior college basketball players I cover. One is a 7-footer from New Zealand who was shooting, so I rebounded for him and told him he was a pussy. (I always tell him that.) I also played a round of H-O-R-S-E with him. He can hit the three. Who knew? I got shut out. The lesson here is this: If you ever get a chance to play H-O-R-S-E with a 7-footer who can hit the three, go ahead and do it. Just don’t expect to win. Especially if you‘re like me and suck at basketball.
I apologize for not posting yesterday. I had quite a bad day on the eating side Tuesday and wasn’t sure what I could write about it. The plan was to think it over and then come up with something profound and indepth today to explain myself. I couldn’t really do that, though. So here is the best I came up with:
What I ate Tuesday went like this: Special K, Subway followed immediately by a HC smoked sausage, bagel with jalapeno cheddar cream cheese, washed down with an iced mocha (what the fuck was I thinking there?) followed by another trip to Subway.
See, I had a bad day without straying too far from the diet. And I saw it go wrong as it happened. After the first trip to Subway, I immediately decided I was in the mood for a smoked sausage. What the hell was that? So as I was swallowing the last of the Subway, I was pulling a smoked sausage out of the freezer. That was a 900-calorie lunch right there. And that started everything. Immediately after that I decided I would have a bagel later on. Then immediately after the bagel, I decided to have Subway again for Dinner. And when I got to Subway for the second time, I decided I should get cheese. Wow! Amazing.
Why did I do this? I know exactly why and it is something I have been saying all along. I am still able to convince myself that I deserve a day off, even if I have just taken a day off. For that reason, it is hard to put together a string of healthy days. It shouldn’t be. It should be as easy as reminding myself that the 100 days plan, and now the 50 days plan, didn’t come with planned breaks. I mean, it was one thing if I suffered a setback that I somehow felt I couldn’t control. It is completely different if I decide I am doing well enough to take a step back when I can easily reward myself by moving forward. Live and learn, I guess. But why the fuck can’t I learn? Still, though, I am not TOO worried about it. But I think this line of thinking needs to be changed.
As for today, I feel good about what I ate. Calories were in line and, while the beef jerky is creeping into this diet more and more, I am yet to buy it to replace another meal. Every time I have indulged was because I knew food wasn’t going to be available over the course of the proceeding few hours. Today the reason was four hours of baseball. So I went for it. I imagine that will probably keep happening, but I can’t see many reasons why it shouldn’t.
One bad thing: I forgot to eat my early-evening baby carrot snack. Damn me!