January 26, 2012

Christmas, 1984

Date: January 26, 2012

Day #: 311

Starting Weight: 369

Weight (As of 1/20): 222

Cardio Exercise: 60 Minutes

Food Intake: A

I have never had so little food and still fill so full; my diet was horrible today – not over points but full of weird tastes that hit my stomach like a sack of Krystal’s. The combination of a Sprite Zero and a Granny Smith Apple was a symphony of foul that made me feel like Geraldine Page at the end of INTERIORS. I also tried the tuna fish sandwich sans mayo, which, while not horrible, was an odd consistency. Tech week ended tonight and except for the F grade from Wednesday I was able to have good eating habits while not starving myself. I even hit the gym after rehearsal for 60 minutes of exercise since I had no time during the day. When people see the Ashley Olsen-gaunt face I have going they always tell me not to starve myself – believe me, starving myself is something I could never do – psychologically I still haven’t unlocked the door to the secret as to why I overeat. I have theories, including the love I felt from my grandmother and the southern (fried, natch) food that she provided. This was a woman who made fried chicken for a snack. “Comfort food” is an overused phrase, but it certainly fit in my situation. The picture above shows me at Christmas, skinny and svelte, unawares that my grandmother is opening up the instrument of my downfall: a fry daddy. Would I be able to lose weight if she was still around making hushpuppies? Probably not, but it would be nice to have them and her around to face the challenge. So I am expecting a moderately good weigh in tomorrow – I have exercised a minimum of 60 minutes a day, daily and have a report card of 6 A’s and 1 F – if the news is bad I have some pinpoint ideas, but will wait and see if that’s necessary.