I'm a little slow today. I just switched to Sanka. So...have a heart?

Thursday, October 16, 2008

I'm Sofa King Hungry.

A little backstory - Last November, a couple things happened.

1) I went batshit crazy, and had panic attacks that made me want to plow my car head-on into wrong-way traffic on 95.

2) i WEnt ON aNTIdEPrESsANtS to even out the Crazy, and control the panic attacks. (They were pretty bad. So bad, a couple times I almost ripped my diplomas off the wall, quit my job, and ran screaming, Margot Kidder-style, into the distance.)

3) My secretary got pregnant.

4) I realized I didn't feel like dating ANYONE because I couldn't stand NEW PEOPLE.

All of these items resulted in me eating my feelings, and eating like my secretary. And basically eating. All the time. Eating, eating, drinking, drinking. Drinking. It was almost like a challenge - how fat can I get?

Well, almost 40 pounds fatter, that's how fat. With my new moon-face, I also decided, "Hey - keeping my current spiky-messy hairdo will make my face look fatter! I'm gonna grow out mah hurr!" And grow it out I did. I haven't had a haircut since April, or May. But I think April. My hair's long. (And I think that plan backfired, because now I just look fat n' messy. Even though I was going for that "greasy-slicked-back-Wall-Street" look.

And ugh. All of these things are uncomfortable. So, this summer, I decided that when the weather started to break, but in time for my 10-year High School Reunion, I would go on a "You're Such a Fatty Pig, Fatso" diet.

I'm trying to get down to the 140s by Thanksgiving. I think I can actually do it... (I drop weight pretty quickly) I won't have lost ALL the weight, but if I can just get down to like 147 that's only 23 pounds off from where I am now... I'll look KICK-ASS, and I can roll up to that reunion and be all like "Oh, me? Oh, I'm a lawyer in Miami... drive a Benz... bought a kick-ass loft on Southbeach with a water view... you know, just doin' my thing... Well THANK YOU! You look... great too!"

So... last weekend, the South Beach Diet began, because I'm also really successful on it. When I get down to around 150, I'll cut my hair.

So far, so good. I started it last Sunday, and have already dropped four pounds. Not too shabby at all, IMHO (still it's less than I used to drop but I'm not as young as I used to be.)



I've gone on this diet in the past, and it was never this hard (probably because I haven't been this fat since Freshman year in College when my diet consisted of: Beer, Tequila, Long Island Iced Teas, Pizza Hut, Chicken Strips, French Fries, Gyros, Sal's Pizza etc.) because I am 1) STARVING and 2) find myself craving things I haven't wanted in YEARS. Like Keebler Marshmallow Pinwheels. Do they even MAKE those anymore?!

Know what set off the Marshmallow Pinwheels craving? Driving past a Keebler truck today. Yeah. I saw a Keebler Truck, and suddenly needed a cookie I haven't had in years.

Then I was behind a McDonald's truck, and I would have stabbed someone for a Sausage McBiscuit with Egg.

Oh god, and thinking about these things suddenly makes me want a Snackwells Devil's Food Cake Cookie. (Do they even make THOSE anymore?)

Next thing you know, I'll be craving a bowl of Quisp or Super Golden Crisp.

So, that's where I am. Successfully eating fucking chicken and romaine salads and hamburgers without buns, but STARVING TO DEATH.


I hate paying the piper.


Blogger Rootietoot said...

I crave dumb stuff, too. All the time. For the hungries I drink water by the liter. Water, water, water. It means I have to pee alla time, but it does help with being hungry. Tho I still crave salt and vinegar chips. And oreos.

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