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 email@example.com with any questions or comments you might have
No food journal today because I am about to write a ton of words. (Literally: there are just over 2,000 words in this entry.) Lately I’ve felt I was neglecting the accounts and I wasn’t too happy about that. I want to give you guys something to read. So I decided to chronologically track my weight throughout my whole life.
I think it’s interesting.
So here goes.
The Official Dan Nied Weight History:
August 10, 1979: 8 pounds, 2 ounces.
It was a different time. Jimmy Carter was president, the world hadn’t even heard of ALF yet. I think there might have been hostages somewhere. I was born into this world at St. John’s hospital in scenic Detroit, Michigan. I was normal size; some would say I was even cute. My hair was dirt black, my skin wrinkly, and my penis almost invisible. I didn’t have to do a damn thing back then. Life was so much easier. Recently, my mother told me I was a skinny toddler. However, the world of Dan Nied would change drastically over the next five years as my parents grew further and further apart. Somewhere between my third and fifth birthday, they divorced. It was then, according to my mom, my struggles with weight began.
1985 (First grade, age 6): 99 pounds.
We had just gotten a new bathroom scale and my brother’s friend, Jimmy Slaton (who may or may not be imprisoned as I write this), convinced me to do the first of many weigh-ins. I was chunky at the time, but I was also cute. My baby teeth were ready to come out just as my adult gut was ready to come in. I don’t know if I was one of those kids they feature on the news when they talk about the obesity epidemic among American kids, but I certainly could have gone to the casting call.
1990 (Fifth grade, age 10): 202 pounds.
It was quite an accomplishment when I finally got over the 200 mark. I was very proud, as was my mother. It only took ten short years to get there. Now, 16 years later, I haven’t come close to looking back.