Pomelos

Me and my workout buddy decided to go to Cosco after our foray at the gym.  Our mission was to buy one of those thingies that monitors your heart beats, step count, calorie burn count, and wakes you up in the morning with a cup of coffee.  Unfortunately, Cosco was sold out.  That's right, Cosco sold out of them.  I didn't know Cosco was capable of selling out of anything.  Alas, we were vexed yet again because my shopping buddy couldn't find another item they were looking for.

We did however stumble on to these massive Grapefruit looking things.  Apparently they're called Pomelos, and they hail from somewhere in southeast Asia.  These of course are from California, naturally.  The sticker on the bag says they taste like Grapefruit, but sweeter and milder.  Hey that sounded good to me.  Naturally, I had to throw in a sophomoric joke about the size of my balls as I dangled the sack of over sized fruit in front of me.

The picture doesn't do justice.  This fruit is nearly the size of your head.

That was Saturday.  Today is Thursday, and I've eaten two of these enormous things.  You can only realistically eat a half a fruit at a time.  I like citrus fruit a lot, but there are limits to how much one can have before it's time to throw in the towel.  The Pomelo is so big, that it doesn't fit into any bowl I own.  So I cut it in half, cut around the circumference of the half, cut through it four ways, and then sort of push the flesh of the fruit out from the back.  It's sort of like opening a milk carton.  

Make your entire meal out of citrus if you'd like.  This is 1/4 of the fruit shown.

I highly recommend this fruit.  It's quite tasty, and goes well with coffee.  Although the meal is acidic and bitter, some how I think that suits me well...  If the shoe fits...

Saturday's Sweat

Last Saturday, I was at the gym with a workout buddy.  We were on the machines doing our thing.  The conversation drifted over to the subject of Cosco. "Yea, they sell these things that monitor your heart rate and the amount of calories you burned."  "Really?  I didn't know they had those."  "What?!?  You didn't know that?  Are you shitting me!?"  "I shit you not..."  Such were the conversations of me and my workout buddy.

Later on, I would be photographed working out on one of those stupid balls they have at the gym.  Here's the picture.  Some Facebook commenter compared me to Jimmy Kimmel's ball hump or something.  I was sore for days after that, but what can you do?

Lost 14 Pounds So Far

I went to the gym today and got a real nice workout.  On top of the diet, adding some weekly exercise should help get me some results...  I hope.  Anyway, I weighed myself and was very happy to see that I've lost 14 lbs.  Just another 46 left to go.

A Breakfast Reflection

I went to Curran's for breakfast with my 93 year old grandmother on Sunday morning.  She's the immortal athlete that's going to be standing around like a bronze statue through time; she'll probably out live us all... Anyway, she had a significantly larger meal than I did.  This is a first in the history between us.

I looked at the menu.  I thought about calories and fat for about 2.5 seconds.  But then I thought more along the lines of the fact that it was snowing outside, I want to go home, and I don't even like the act of eating anymore.

Up until last fall I was all about eating whatever I want, wherever I want, whenever I want.  Slight problem with that philosophy is you get fat, feel like shit, and women won't want to date you for the fore mentioned reasons. I could also say that there was a bit of change in lifestyle due to neccessity.  My last job had me so busy during the final months of my contract, that I simply just stopped going out for lunch.  I had clementines at my desk for breakfast, and a sandwhich for lunch.

Fast forward to present day.  Thanks to my crucible mind-set, I don't like eating anymore.  Therefore perusing Curran's menu lead me to the side orders.  Grapefruit and oatmeal will now be my breakfast.

Breakfast was served and I ate my food... sorta.  I finished the grapefruit and about a third of my oatmeal.

Sorry, I just don't feel like eating.

Why did we even bother going out to eat?  I could have had this at home.

Later in the afternoon I ate a ham and cheese sandwich, with a few handfuls of peanuts here and there.  My visiting mother was kind enough to cook an outstanding dinner of three cheese tortolinni with a garlic spinach sauce.  Too bad, I was barely able to eat half of it.  Perhaps it would make a good lunch the next day?

I did wind up eating a little more later on.  I was drafted to be taxi driver for my friends Jeff and Connie for a trip to Good Sports.  There were about 4 bites left of her cheeseburger that she didn't finish.  I ate what was left of the burger, which wasn't much.

Emerging From The Crucible

Considering what I have been going through, I'm surprised that I was able to tighten my belt a notch yet again.  I was hospitalized for nearly 5 days last week in what was the worst week in my life as an adult.

While in the hospital, I was served 3 squares a day or crap that resembled public school lunch.  Simply due to the fact that I refused to eat most of my food, I lost weight.  Since my release, my appetite hasn't returned.  It's a strange thing to think about, but I haven't been able to finish a meal, except once, in 7 days.  The one exception was a late night breakfast at the Uptown Diner after an evening of carousing.  Unfortunately, I wound up throwing it all up 5 hours later, so it doesn't really count as a successful completion.

Putting all that heinous crap aside for a minute; I do feel lighter and more nimble.  Let's see where this weight loss thing takes me.  One thing is for certain at this point.  I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing.  All's I know is when I'm supposed to eat.

Set-back Gets Worse

Unfortunately, I wasn't able to contain my appetite through out the night.  My friends were present and stuffing their faces, and they were boozing as well.  I'm so incredibly disappointed and upset with myself right now.

Sci-fi Saturday night-time snacking: On top of the previous posting's consumption
- 2 handfuls of dark chocolate acai blueberry / raisin things
- 1 serving of summer sausage
- 2 small vodka mixed with pomegranate cocktails

Kip had used his double-talk lawyer speak (peer pressure) to convince me that it was okay to drink (he was drinking the same thing) because I had only promised myself I wouldn't have a drink for two weeks.  He kept asking me if I had promised myself or the girl.  Nope, I had promised myself... Great, so I can't even keep promises to myself... Fuck'n hell man.  

Fortunately, Kip and Jeff were able to eat the rest of the pizza for me.  Somehow, Jeff ate quarter of the pizza, whole bag of chips, and still managed to chug down a six-pack.  


Skinny people... Bastards...  Excuse me, I'm going to go eat a bowl of cardboard now.

A Slight Set-back

Saturday 02/12: I think I've managed to keep my caloric intake around 2000 calories or less, but I definitely lost out in the fat intake category.  Thanks to Sci-fi Saturday, I wound up eating some frozen pizza.  My buddy Jeff was kind enough to eat a flat bread sandwich in the car, in front of my face, while I was driving us back to my house.

Breakfast: at home ~ 9:00am
- 1 piece of peanut butter toast
- 1 celery stalk


Lunch: at home ~ 2:30pm
- 1 Baja bean and cheese burrito nuked: I burned my tongue real bad on the first bite.


Dinner: at home ~ 5:30pm
- 3 slices of Digiornos Supreme pizza - This is the part where I have my set-back. :(

Only 340 calories per serving!  Only 6 servings in a pizza... Yikes!