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.
You knew the weigh-in on the 100th day wasn’t going to be easy, right?
If you thought I would waltz into the gym this morning and pump out a 298 reading on the scale, then walk off with a smile on my face then, you just don’t know me very well.
I got up super early today because I had to go guest host on the morning radio show here in town. So at 6:30 I rose and realized that I didn’t really have to be in the studio until about 7:30. I was excited, almost like a kid on Christmas. This is the day where, if everything goes well, I will A) get under 300 for the first time in years, B) go to Denver, one of America’s finest cities, for lunch, C) see my old roommate in Colorado Springs, my old place of living D) Get filthy drunk and enjoy good food in moderation.
So it was easy to get up. I went right to the gym and decided I would just weigh in and leave. That is, until I got on the scale.
It was a bit of a kick in the crotch when I weighed in. All I wanted was a 299.9 reading. That would have made me very happy. So what happened? I hit 300 on the fucking dot!
Now, that is a one pound loss since Tuesday and progress was made. No doubt 300 is a milestone for me, and something that I was pretty happy to achieve. But I wanted to be under 300.
So I looked over at the elliptical machine. Looked at the clock and decided to fucking go for it. I climbed on for 22 minutes, a quick 400 calories, and got the fuck off.
I weighed in again.
And there you have it. I did it. I got under 300 for the first time in nearly six years. Sure, maybe I had to shed some water weight to do it, and maybe the celebratory two parmesan bagels with jalapeno cheddar cream cheese put me back over the 300 mark, but who the fuck cares? I never planned on being under 300 after this weekend. But I did it, even if it was for a few minutes.