Jolt Country

Tdarcos wrote: Wed May 20, 2020 7:44 am

pinback wrote: Wed May 20, 2020 4:42 am WEDNESDAY WEIGH-IN: 197.

Well, all I can say is, congratulations.

Now the hard part begins: keeping it off. Yo-yo dieting is so common that term was born.

So, for that, all I can say is, good luck.

Do you have thoughts on tactics that Pinback could use to stop the "yo-yo" effect? Things maybe he could do to ward that off?

Getting into and obsessing over being active somehow, say in regards to walking.

Walking around his neighborhood.
Walking around his neighborhood with his daughter.
Walking around a park.
Walking out of his room at the nursing home.

Just finding a physical thing of some kind that he enjoys.

"I like to walk around it I'm paid to stand around it I like to walk around it I'm paid to stand around it.."

The past year and a half have seen some reversals, but we are once again back on the right track.

253.

We are now introducing a new feature, called "200 in 2020". This comes out to about a pound a week, which if I can maintain my current regimen, it will be TOO EASY to accomplish this goal.

The ULTIMATE goal is to once again fit into my Ted's of Beverly Hills bowling shirt, which hasn't fit in 15 years. But we'll get there.

Looking good, lookin' thin!

Nice! Now time to head on out and bowl a few frames and -- hmm? Ah.

Who is the guy in the "slliH ylreveB fo s'deT" miror photo, Pinback?
Obviously it's not you. Is this what you hope to look like?

Taking a break from JC for a couple weeks. I will return on my 49th birthday, June 11! Please have presents and cake ready, thank you.

Alright, last time I'll do this, since I had set 190 has a BONUS GOAL for the year, and I know you'd all like closure:

FINAL WEIGH-IN (6/10/20): 188

Now, let's hear no more about this.

Well, here is the appropriate song to sing for Pinback's birthday tomorrow:
20-20-20 24 hours to go!
I wanna be sedated!
Nothing to see
Nowhere to go!
I wanna be sedated!
Put me in a wheelchair...

Happy (Advance) Birtday, Ben.

Thanks, pallie!

(186.0)

I'm starting to worry you might be Wasting Away. ARE you Wasting Away? I think you need to make, eat, and post more cooking recipes to prove that you are not in fact Wasting Away.

The Happiness Engine wrote: Sat Jun 27, 2020 4:43 pm I'm starting to worry you might be Wasting Away. ARE you Wasting Away?

It depends who you ask. My wife thinks I look sickly and boney, but she's used to me being a fat fuck for the last 15 years, so it may just be an adjustment. According to the World Health Organization, I'm at the extreme upper end of what is considered "normal" for a man of my height. So I don't know who to believe.

I may in fact be wasting away, however. An unhealthy (I'm assuming) obsession has arisen over this. Placing any food or caloric substance in my mouth feels like a failure, proof of weakness. Any day the number goes up, even a fraction of a pound, I take as evidence that I can't sustain this, and am going to give it all back, and am a complete failure. Other than mornings when the number is lower than I'd ever seen it before, and slipping on clothes I never thought would fit me, I am unable to really enjoy my accomplishment much.

The term "Sisyphean" comes to mind.

So, it's not all ice cream (which I can't eat) and puppy dogs (which I also can't eat). I'm hoping some sense of normalcy returns. Let's set a new 2020 goal. NORMALCY IN 2020.

At every ten pounds, from when I started at 317, I would say, "okay, that's the last I'll ever see of (number, like 310, 300, 290...)", clothes on or off, after a meal or before. I enjoyed knowing that no matter what I ate or did or wore, I'd never see 260 on the scale again. Then 250. Then 240.

Ultimately I never wanted to see 200 again. Then I would be happy.

But I'm there now. Now I don't ever want to see 190 again, but after a day of sipping Narragansett and cooking delicious meals, I'm seeing that number again, and am woefully depressed because of it.

I'll probably reach that goal, though. Will that be enough, or will the obsession continue to control me and render me a withered, dying husk of a man?

Tune in and find out!

The term "Sisyphean" comes to mind.

The term "Karen Carpenter" comes mind

THE
WEVE ONLY JUST BEGUN TO THE HEAD
AARDVARK

Sorry, that was me being petty and jealous because Ben is thinner and more resistant to food than I will ever be

AArdvark wrote: Sun Jun 28, 2020 10:24 am Sorry, that was me being petty and jealous because Ben is thinner and more resistant to food than I will ever be

This deserves a song!
(Sung to the tune of Blinding Lights by The Weeknd:)
I look around and my fridge is cold and empty (oh)
No one's around to feed me (oh)
I can't eat healthy when you're g-oooo-one
I said, ooh, I'm blinded by the lights
No, I can't sleep until I feel your crunch
I said, ooh, I'm drowning in the night
Oh, when I'm like this, you're the one I munch
Hey, hey, hey

I'm gonna have to hear that for ten straight hours before I'm convinced.

Maybe you shouldn't weigh yourself every day any more, if you still are. I think you can start to trust yourself a little more and feel secure on your path at this point. Even if things do start going in the wrong direction again, you'll have plenty of time to self correct. I don't think it's at the point where we need to panic just yet, but if you go much south of 165 we're going to rent AArdvark a refrigerated van, fill it up with Zarpentine Farms frycakes, and send it over to you ASAP.

For some reason, I recently remembered an old discussion on (I think) the old Pinback Web Central forum. For some reason, you made an anorexia joke, and another poster got upset and denounced you in no uncertain terms. I then replied with something along the lines of, "Ben wasn't actually making an anorexia joke -- that would have been terrible. It was actually just an innocent self-induced vomiting joke which is totally different and completely acceptable!" I think I still remember this because that stands out as probably the single worst argument I have ever made in my life, online or offline. That was the nadir. Still, it's kind of funny that a couple of decades later we're now worried about Ben's eating habits and Vark dropped a Karen Carpenter joke in this thread.