Righteous Indigestion

I am a firm believer in the reward system.  And since I’ve given over to gluttony and the fact that this diet will involve a year of my time.  So I’m giving myself little glory fist pumps when my body reaches certain points.  The downside is, it’s going to be a backslide.  I mean, right now, it’s taking almost 3 days to lose about a pound.  Which I’m totally awesome with.  I’m already under 200!  I’m rocking about 198, according to the taunting of my Wii Fit.  (Why you no call?  Why you no visit, fat man?  You fat.)

So at 200, I promised myself a DVD as a present.  Because really, at this dietary point, I shouldn’t be presenting myself with a bad food option.  And since it’ll take about a month and some change to work hard to reach my next target — 185 lbs — I’ll know how hard it is to lose weight and the reward food will have been earned.  

Here’s my reward system.  My current weight is 198.  My target weight is 140 lbs.  Apparently, I have to lose 60 pounds to be considered “normal”.  Despite the fact that I’m built like a brick shithouse, because I’m short, the dietary gods demand sacrifice.  I’m cool with that.  I’ll replace fat with muscle.  My body fat percentage is at 39.1.  Which, is still like morbidly obese, but closer to that 25% normality goal I’m striving for.  

Anyway, here’s what I’ve promised myself for my weightloss: 

200 lbs — Hulk Vs. Blu-Ray (one for me, one for my brother on his birthday)
185 lbs — Cheeseburger.  A Double-Double from In and Out.
175 lbs — Beer and a Taco. This is around the time of SXSW, and PajiBacon.  I expect a bit of a backslider on this.  But no more than 5 lbs.  Because I’m gonna be walking around like a sumbitch.
160 lbs — Pizza.  Round Table Ulti-Meat.  All the greasy food that makes baby jeebus cry.
150 lbs — Ice Cream Sundae.  I’m not a big sweets guy, to be truthful.  If I see cake, I eat it, but if it’s not there, I don’t cry over it.  But I’m totally getting a huge hot fudge sundae.  
140 lbs — Steak Dinner.  I’m either going with a $35 steak from some fancy joint where me and the missus can look spectacular in new duds.  Or we’re going to the chirrascuria and getting an all you can eat meat buffet.  Swords of steak.  It’s like I died and went to nerdly man heaven.

The thing is, it’s not like I’m going to allow that food back into my life at that point.  I will still be no red meat, no salt, no sugar, no cheese, no fried foods, no caffeine, etc.  But as I hit these goal points, I will celebrate with a reward meal.  And we’re going to make it a celebration.  And then we move on.  Because it’ll be a case of a little weight back and a little weight down.  

I’m about 13 lbs, so maybe a month from my reward cheeseburger.  I will also reward myself with blood tests to see my levels so that I can see if all this healthy living has fixed up my cholesterol and such.  

Viva los In-and-Out!