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.
What I ate today:
Breakfast (10 a.m.)
1 serving of lowfat cottage cheese
2 Special K snack bars
Fat: 4.5 grams
Lunch (12:30 p.m.)
2 slices of multi-grain bread
2 servings of turkey breast
1 serving of fat-free mayo
Fat: 3 grams
Snack (4 p.m.)
1 stick of beef jerkey
Fat: 1.5 grams
Dinner (7:15 p.m.)
1 Subway Club
Fat: 12 grams
Total Calories: 1,255
Total fat: 21 grams (good movie)
Exercise: I had to squeeze a workout in, so I didn’t get to cardio. But I did do a mean upper body workout.
Limits have officially been set for Subway. But it’s not because I am growing tired of America’s favorite faux deli. It is because of money. A few quick calculations told me that I had to start keeping a $50 per week budget if I want to have enough money to live it up when I go back home to Detroit in June.
So Subway is limited to Mondays and Fridays. That’s it. Maybe Sundays if I have some cash left over. That is probably just as well, I was going there way too much. It definitely became kind of a crutch. But it was a good crutch to have because it got the job done: satisfying my urges without jeopardizing the diet.
You guys can send all the anti-Subway mail you want, it doesn’t change the fact that without it I would probably still weigh 350 pounds. Throughout this process, Subway was like the girlfriend all your friends hate. They constantly nag you to get rid of her and wonder why you can’t realize that you are better off without her. But you feel that girlfriend makes your life so much better. Maybe that girlfriend does crazy stuff in bed, or is exactly what you are looking for in a woman. Maybe she has a different, non-crazy side that only comes out when you are alone. That’s what Subway was for me.
We had some very good times, but alas, we must partially part ways. Subway was absolutely perfect for me, providing an amazing amount of satisfaction with the perfect amount of calories. Sure, there were a few times a Subway club took me over my calorie limit, but I learned to forgive. The only way in which Subway committed me harm was by costing $6 a sandwich. It was $8 after I bought the extra large drink, which is still a staple.