Wednesday, June 06, 2001

I’ve been quiet about this diet crap long enough. My current HELL now includes the Atkins diet. I am not nor will I ever be some kind of Atkins evangelist. I think something is very wrong with this way of eating. Eating no fruits or vegetables cannot be healthy in the long run. But neither is carrying another complete human beings worth of fat. This started for me when I walked by the scale in our bathroom (not really random as it’s time for my once every five year visit to some quack, and what the hell lets see how gravity is treating me today.) and was a little amazed to see that I’d added 10% to my believed body mass. This is bad news for the average sized human but for the 6’5” 300lb mutant this was a disaster. OK fat-ass, now you weigh 330, what next? Head to the tall and portly shop and start picking out moo moos. Maybe apply yourself and go for a visit from Richard Simmons. Or, lazy piece of crap, do something. Here I sit at 290 and holding. I believe this is called a plateau. This has basically been like throwing a deckchair off a cruise ship but I’m headed in the right direction. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not looking to become some fitness buff preaching the evils of carbohydrates, I’d just like to see my kids grow up and have a little fun along the way. Enough of “FATTY PUTS THE FORK DOWN” I have no desire to keep writing about this subject so consider it closed until something dramatic happens. By dramatic I mean that I enter into a “normal” weight zone, or, one of these concrete bowel movements includes my liver and kidneys that everyone tells me I’m doing so much damage to. 12:00:00 AM    says you