Feeling The Churn

January 22 2 Comments Category: The Incredible Shrinking Devin

[After three weeks: weight - 269 lbs. Pounds left to goal - 67.]

First, a note for those who have no desire to hear me go on and on and on about my quest to drop a third of me by the time our Mayan Calendar runs out. I will get back to my screeds about media, sports, and pop culture. I have a decent amount to say about last week’s SOPA / Protect IP Act protests. However, I need to get back into the rhythm of posting normally. It’s all coming in due time. There’s also my bi-weekly “Rock Vault” column that I’m writing for the NB Citizen. That’ll be a hoot.

Okay. To the business at hand.

Sunday was supposed to be the day where Manda and I got our rest together, watch a little playoff football, and just be relaxed before she went back to work from vacation, and I simply went back to work. The original plan we had laid out was: we would work out during the week, and Saturday. Sunday was a recuperation day.

Neither of these women were our server at Hooters tonight. Sadly.

That was before one of our merry little band decided that we should watch the NFC Championship Game at Hooters.

I don’t mind Hooters all that much, but I never really understood what one of my normal meals there cost me in caloric intake. Hell, a single order of fries alone is 630 calories. Add to that the boneless wings (710 calories) and two large Michelob Ultras (285 calories), and I had screamed past my daily limit.

Which only meant one thing. As soon as the Giants quit toying with the 49ers in overtime, I had to go hit the gym. I had around 1000 calories to burn off, which equals around an hour of cardio and weights.

Some of my friends tell me that a “cheat day” is important, and I agree, but not in the way they’re meaning. I may go 100 calories ver my limit every now and then, but once I have a 3000 calorie day and do nothing about it, that’s a slope my metabolism probably can’t scrabble back up.

Look. I know my own body. Acutely. And I know that I need to be vigilant over my own desires to eat the way I have for the past ten years. This is my chance to really change my appearance, and keep it where I want it to be. Can’t blow this one; too much is riding on it.

I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to fully relax again, and will likely need to always moderate my food from here on out. At least get out and exercise on a normal basis. You know, the basics that every person is supposed to follow. It even applies to America’s Sweetheart.

  • Suzanne

    I am really proud of the work you are putting into this. It shows great love for not only yourself, but your fabulous wife that are taking care of yourself this way. Keep up the amazing work :)

  • http://twitter.com/TexFletch Keith Fletcher

    Re: “… my own desires to eat the way I have for the past ten years.”
    What I’m learning is that being in Losing mode, as opposed to Maintaining mode, is to do selective deprivation. This was your cheat and treat. Next time, while still in Lose mode, try settling for two of the three craves – wings and beer, but no fries;  wings and fries, no beer. Above and beyond the caloric intake, it’s a mental victory; it’s a change, a conscious discipline. It’s a cheat and a win.
    That’s the way I’ve diced it up. Yesterday I had chips and salsa at Don Pablos. I did so by placing a handful of about a dozen chips on the little courtesy appetizer plate. That was it. A dozen chips or so. I cheated, but also cheated my DNA urge to devour the bowl and lick up the crumbs before the waiter comes to take the entree order. Win-win.
    Everyone does it their own way, and your results prove that you’ve found a winning formula. But, keep an eye on that crafty curveball that is your traditional and well-practiced approach to meals.
    Good luck with continued success!!
    -Fletch