100 Days

Alright, what’s up people. No diary today, but I ate only one thing of consequence. A few days ago my boy Cameron told me that there is a pizza with whole wheat crust, that has 25 percent less fat and calories. So I had that for dinner.

Now, two aspects of this pizza are interesting and I will list and explain them here in a conveniently numbered fashion:

1) This was a celebration pizza. Why am I celebrating on Day 90? Because it seems like the right thing to do. Yesterday I talked about the scale in the mens locker room and how it supposedly is four pounds heavy. So after my workout today I was talking with one of the coaches, who also helps run the gym (Sadly his last day is today. Goodbye young Michael Sybrant. We hardly knew ye.) And I got on the scale in front of him. He mentioned the four pound discrepancy.

Again, the scale said 308 which seemed weird. Sybrant said I should use the scale in the weight room (a scale I had been avoiding due to its much more public location). He then left the room. I decided that I was fucking sick of not actually knowing what my weight was. I mean, it is a pretty important piece of information and I felt this locker room scale was really jerking me around. So I stormed up to the weight room and took off my shoes. I got on that scale expecting 315 or something. It said 302. I was pissed off again because I thought that was way too low.

There happened to be a volleyball player there working out. I knew her a bit, so yelled across the room “Hey, Callie, you know how much you weigh?” She said yes. So I said “Come get on this scale. I need to know if it works.” Well, Callie vouched for the scale’s accuracy. So I got on again, this time with Callie as a witness. It was 302. I got down with a look of bewilderment on my face.

“Did you gain some weight?” Callie asked.

“No, actually I think I lost 10 pounds,” I said.

She was confused. I explained that that seemed like too much weight to be losing. But that also meant that I had lost 68 pounds in 90 days. She didn’t understand why I looked so sad.

“That’s good, isn’t it?” she said.

I was convinced. It was good. I was happy. Granted, I didn’t get down to 300, and getting down to 302 was something I wasn’t remotely ready for. But I still counted it as a huge victory. I know that yesterday I said that the numbers don’t matter. Well I call shenanigans on that bullshit. The numbers matter way more than I want to let on. And now I know that I can get under 300 in the next 10 days. I’m rockin’ out with my cock out at 295 on April 14. Take that shit to the bank.

So I celebrated the way I always celebrate getting down around 300. With a pizza. Actually, I was planning on getting a pizza even before the weigh in. The reason was to test my stomach when aided by a little Pepto Bismol. I didn’t want to ruin next weekend by keeling over in pain at a bar. That would be bad. So it is time to learn some things about my body. What I can eat, what I can’t eat, and to what degree Pepto Bismol will help in dire situations. But, the pizza also got me thinking, and that brings us to:

2) The second matter of interest with this whole wheat crust pizza. After I ate it and took two shots of Pepto Bismol, I realized that my stomach wasn’t really knotting up. (It’s been five hours since the pie, so there is still a chance I will wake up in phenomenal pain sometime during the night.) But at the same time, I also realized that I didn’t have to eat that shit. I’ve talked with a few healthy people about the stomach pains and they all knew exactly what I was talking about. They said they just stayed away from that kind of stuff. So if they can do it, why can’t I? Can Dan Nied live a life without melted cheese and red meat? Can it be done? Can I stick to white meat and pasta at restaurants? Is this something I want to do? I think it might be worth it to try. Because even though my stomach isn’t knotting up right now, I can definitely say that I am not feeling all that good. Damn, I started this just trying to lose weight. I am ending it with an actual lifestyle change. Cruel reality.

I’ll go into a little more detail tomorrow about the potential of me swearing off red meat and grease forever. Also, there were new pictures taken today and I see no reason why they shouldn’t be up on the site by Thursday morning. So you have that to look forward to.