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 nieddan@yahoo.com with any questions or comments you might have.
What I ate today
Breakfast (9 a.m.)
3 servings of Special K
2 servings of skim milk
Calories: 500 (ouch)
Fat: 0 grams (yeah!)
Lunch (1 p.m.)
1 Healthy Choice smoked sausage
2 ounces of roast beef
Calories: 380
Fat: 10.75 grams
Snack (4 p.m.)
1 non-candy apple
Calories: 80
Fat: 0 grams
Dinner (7:15 p.m.)
1 Foot-long Subway club
Calories: 640
Fat: 12 grams
Snack (10 p.m.)
2 servings of baby carrots
Calories: 70
Fat: 0 grams
Total calories: 1,670
Total fat: 22.75 grams
Exercise: 40 minutes on elliptical machine. However, no lifting, which makes me kind of sad.
Picture update: My former roommate Cameron sent over a photo taken a few years ago where I look downright sickly. It’s up on the sitenow and it is definitely worth checking out because I am thin, tan and unbelievably fucking fuckable.
News: I went to exercise at 6 p.m. tonight. After consuming over 1,000 calories for the day and several ounces of water, I weighed in at 321. That is pretty fucking sweet. Four pounds over the last two days, give or take certain variables. I’m pumped, ready to go. So what did I do after I worked out? I decided to forego my planned chicken-topped salad and head to Subway. I am so easily convinced.
Of course that gave me a chance to sort of flirt with the cute new girl at Subway. However, the problem in this town is that, when you see an attractive girl, you have no idea if she is 16 or 24. There’s just no way to tell. But considering that this girl doesn’t have any visible tattoos, has all her teeth and seems to not be crazy, I have to guess she isn’t jaded enough to be over 18. So the olive party I suggested to her would probably have to be chaperoned.
I guess the one thing I regret about this blog, at least for all the readers, is that there isn’t a love interest. Wouldn’t it be great if, while I was losing weight, I was slowly working up the courage to ask some dream girl out? Wouldn’t you be 10 times more excited to read this every day? When I finally asked her out, it would be like Rachel kissing Ross all over again.
Article comments
1 - Elvira Black
You go, Dan! And ask that Subway girl for some proof of her age so you can maybe have that olive party after all. Woo hoo!
2 - Manon Maru
I'm so proud of you! I went through a similar experience, dropping about thirty pounds. I had so much fun for the first six months or so, just wearing clothes I couldn't before and generally feeling more confident. You're really going to be loving life in a few months time.