Thursday, December 30, 2010

Did Everyone Choke On A Ham Sandwich?

Slightly Disappointing Says...

This isn't even worth writing.  I am doing so after eating my fast food fried chicken meal and following it up with some holiday cookies.  To be clear, these are cookies from my girlfriends mom, not to be confused with the cookies from my Grandma, which were a good portion of the total amount of food that I consumed yesterday.

I still haven't weighed myself.  This is mostly because I was busy buying a car, and thus was active and moving before I had time to do anything, but my future is clear:  I will have gained something like 47 pounds by next Thursday if I don't make a conscious decision to get back on the horse.  We all knew this week was going to be bad, but this week cannot be typical.

I would like to point out, amidst my almost constant failure, that at least I WROTE my blob this week, as opposed to Bear and Lorraine who have missed their days completely.  I mean, I understand that Bear probably is too fat and unhealthy for typing to be medically approved, but what of Lorraine?  what STD or series of STD's block you from using a keyboard???  What, she can't type while on her back???


I'll have you know, as someone who participates in cardio ... it is hard to type while on your back. Even with a smart phone.

Tuesday, December 28, 2010

We Fail.

Lily Says:  Are we not documenting our fails this week? If so, GOOD. Because just on Christmas Eve alone I stuffed my face so much that when I burp I can still taste shrimp. But seriously.... starting 2011, I'm sticking to this.

Wife Says: I think everyone is in a deep dark pit of shame right now. Or hungover.

Lorraine Says: Or both? 

I won't even pretend to be anything but ashamed, hungover and entirely blobby.

Bret-Cicle Says: I don't know what you guys are talking about.  I have found it remarkably easy to stick to my diet and lose some weight over the holidays. #Lies

Saturday, December 25, 2010

Apparently Jesus likes me better than you

Witless Exposition says: I'm going to make this short, because I'm pretty sure that everyone is busy with holiday stuff (i.e. passed out already from booze and overeating). This week's exercise front was an absolute joke.  TBM worked from home this week, so any semblance of our usual schedule went right out the door.

Last night I blew the food front a bit, but not as much as I thought I would. I was too busy playing hostess and drinking champagne to really eat much. 

This morning I weighed myself and have lost another pound. I'm not sure exactly what's going on here, but I like it.

Lorraine says: I call some sort of greater, universal racism bullshit here. Lily and I booze and eat and we gain weight. Bret, Wife and Bear booze and eat and lose weight? Thanks Baby Jesus.

In other news, I'm walking around our resort on a beautiful day and I fully plan on boozing and eating in just a bit.

Merry Christmas fellow blobs.

The Tricky Grinch says: You know Lor, I read your tweets.  I know you are a liar.  Almost every tweet you write is about something else you are putting in your body, be it cupcakes, alcohol, or pool boys.


Lorraine says: There are not many things I've refrained from during this "diet" but I'll have you know that I haven't had a single pool boy. BAM.

Thursday, December 23, 2010

Cultural Education--Christmas Edition

Slightly Disappointing Says...


Yeah, I've got nothing good to say.  It's been a horrible week.  I had my Christmas today because of work, and, well, I got a lot of foods, none of which are in the vegetable category, all of which are in the "Hansel and Grettle" category.  I don't know if I spelled Grettle wrong, and I don't care.  I didn't weight myself today...because I didn't have time, what with breakfast and all.  I'm sure it was a disaster.  I'm sure I might even be close to the bear.  *sob!*  The only good thing I did was help move my girlfriend, which means my muscles were worked out, however the pain was washed down with sugar cookies and hot fudge sundaes.  My body feels awful from all of the bad food, which can be considered a good thing, because I got an e-mail that explains that Christmas is the season for feeling bloated and nauseated from a huge amount of calories.  Basically, I feel like Lily just before one of her famous abortions.

Merry *Christmas My Fellow Blobs.

*Unless you don't celebrate Xmas.  Lor and Lily don't right?  Don't Hispanics celebrate some sort of Pagan Holiday that involves sacrificing a virgin or something?  Thank God both of you have been safe for around 15 years.  I'm just checking to make sure.  I wouldn't want to offend anyone.



You leave my non-existent abortions out of this. And why do you keep talking about your "girlfriend" we all know she doesn't exist. And Happy Merry Christmas too you... be careful, we hear you're still V-teaming. ;)



C'mon, you know you didn't get much of a work out helping your "girlfriend" move.  I mean, how heavy can blow up furniture and, um...accessories be anyway?



You would be surprised.



Duh, Wife! I'm sure the pump weighs a lot. 

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Hell is Never Losing Weight

Lorraine Says: I've lost my will to diet. I don't even know what else to say other than that. It's like I need a diet nap. I'm a bit exhausted, a bit disillusioned, and a lot in love with free holiday cookies at work. 'Tis the season.

I hopped on my stupid, defective, inconsistent and poorly made Scale of Random Numbers this morning (no, I still haven't bought a new one...) and it told me I was still squarely where I was last time I checked like two weeks ago. I'm not surprised. To make matters all worse, here comes Christmas.

Actually, this Christmas won't even be so bad. I think perhaps Santa gifted me with the best possible way to do the least amount of holiday dinner damage: Our family will be going to Orlando to spend the weekend there.

See, usually we celebrate on the 24th with a ginormous family dinner followed by waiting for midnight to open gifts. And by "waiting for midnight" I obviously mean "nibbling on every snack available in order to pass the time more quickly."

Christmas is bad.

But! Since we'll be out of town, Christmas dinner will be downgraded from ginormous to simply big. Also, snacking will be limited as no one wants to pack the amount of food we usually consume. See? It's a Christmas miracle.

Can you all just call me after the New Year too? I'm pretty sure that's what the Ethiopians do, anyways.

Little Tiny Bret Says: Even Ethiopians feast at Christmas.  The roast the bones of the famine dead loved ones that died the previous month.  For desert they have the almost dead.

The Wife Says: We're going to hell for this.  Well, maybe just Bret. The rest of us will get time in purgatory or something.

 Lorraine Says: I'm pretty sure we'll all be skinny in hell. Or maybe hell is never eating but still being fat.

Noooooooooo...!!

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Gotta Do It Wrong To Get Results

Lily Says: So, I did everything right this past week. I didn't eat bad food (read: fast food, fried foods, etc). And for what? Plus two pounds?! WTF?!

That was stupid. So basically: eating McDonald's every other day, drinking water sometimes, mucho soda, chips occassionally, and twinkies for breakfast is the key to weight loss. Fuck it. I quit this week. Call me after Christmas. :)

Wife Says: Hmmm...any tequila in the mix?

TBM Says: That's like asking if she's been breathing this week...

Lorraine Says:  Or did you have a fight with your bf? Less cardio anyone...? 

Lily Says: Wife: Definitely will be tequila in the mix. 

Lor: No fighting with the bf. But fighting would equal MORE cardio... because you know... Make-Up Cardio. But cardio has been at normal levels.

Tricky Fish Says: Maybe he, uhh....how do I put this...left 2 pounds of cardio inside of you?




Monday, December 20, 2010

A short one, but still not as short as Bret's...

TBM Says: 272 bitches!!  Apparently last week's measurement was a bit flawed.  I jumped on the scale again later that day and found that I was actually down to 275.  Now I'm down another 3 pounds.  I'm really hoping that by next week I'll see the 260's.

I'm pretty excited about the prospect.  I missed a couple of days at the gym for some social engagements and a couple of late work days, but I've managed to stick to my diet and even managed to stay well under my allotted 1800 calorie regimen.

Lorraine Says: I'm still not quite clear on what happened last week. Were you thinking fat? Was the Wife stepping on the edge of the scale to throw you off your game? Were you dipping into Lily's liquor stash and thus too trashed to properly read the numbers off the scale? Did an Ethiopian follow you home and sit on the scale?
 
I feel like we need explanations.
 
Congrats on the losing weight, you know, while not really sticking to your work out rotuine. I feel like we set an amazing example for fatties and children everywhere.
 
And by "we" I mean you people who are still losing weight.

Friday, December 17, 2010

The triumphant return of Ethiopians and Bret's racism

Witless Exposition: I'm really excited that every time I weighed myself this week, the trend was down.  So I can unequivocally say that I have lost a whole pound this week.  I know that doesn't sound like much, but both my doctor and my internet research says 1-2 pounds lost a week is really what you should aim for.  It's safe for your body, and it's more likely to stay off if you lose it slowly.  Your body has a chance to get used to the change instead of thinking that you're a starving Ethiopian and holding on to every fat cell it can get its grubby little hands on.

I'm very proud of myself this week.  While we haven't worked out every day, each time we've gone, I felt less like dying.  I'm still at a level where my body is working hard (my heart rate is in the target for aerobic exercise each time), and the circuit room weight still makes me work, but I don't have to stop to catch my breath anymore, and I'm able to do a little more/go a little faster each day.

As far as the food front this week: I've splurged a little on several days, BUT each day I did, I made sure I ate less calories for my lunches/dinners.  I.e. salad for lunch with a single pack of chocolate ice cream.  I was still in my range of healthy carbs per meal, and since I don't really do dressing much, the salad filled me up, but didn't pack a big calorie punch.  I'm starting to learn that I really, actually, and honestly can do this whole portion control thing.

So if I keep going at the rate I am now, I have roughly nine months before I hit my first weight goal.  That's a bit depressing, but it no longer feels impossible.

Lorraine: If we all keep doing well, what the hell do we blog about? So, um, how about those Ethiopians?

The Bear Monk: I actually got to try Ethiopian food once...it's apparently pretty big in the greater DC area.  I have to say...I really liked it but I can definitely tell why they're so damn skinny...other then the whole famine thing.  That shit was SPICY.

 Lily: Mexican food is spicy... Why am I not skinny?!

Oh, right. Most of it is deep fried.

The Bear Monk: I'm glad to see that logic is finally prevailing with you Lily.  These Ethiopian folks apparently cook their meats in some crazy spicy sauces and then throw raw jalapeƱos on top for good measure.  I know...I tried one to see what it was.  It was not NOT a green pepper. 

Lily: Bwahahahaa. I'm going to try to not fry anymore food. 

Slightly Fishy or something: You'll feel a lot better after you stop frying food lily.  It is far more satisfying when someone else does it for you.

Tweet This Fat Ass

Slightly Disappointing Says....

266.  Another pound gone, and let me tell you.  It pleases me very much.  This wasn't such a good week.  The book I read kept telling me that you had to walk 30 minutes a day, "no excuses."  However the temperature outside dipped below 80, and in Florida, that's fricking frigid.  The weather was my excuse, and I replaced 30 minutes of walking with hot cocoa stirred via candy cane.

I did continue working out though, and I think it's helping quite a bit.  I feel stronger.  I feel quicker.  I have more energy.  And I know this is from working out.  That is because my back went out when lifting weights, and so all of the lying in bed in pain has made me become well rested.

Still, I lost another pound.  I am down 19 overall.  I need 14 more to achieve my goal and get extra money from my job.  And most importantly, Blogging Blobs has twitter.  I guess it was a good week after all.

Thursday, December 16, 2010

Shrinkage

Lorraine Says: This has been one of my best weeks since this all started. I'm doing well about eating before I'm dying, I'm still drinking lots of water, and my stomach has apparently shrunk - it takes a lot less to make me full than it did before.

I know, I know. I'm amazing. But just so I don't give you all inferiority complexes, I'll just tell you about how flippin' cold it's been lately. And by cold I mean 30's-40's-50's. This to me is torture. I'm not prepared for the cold. I don't want to be prepared for the cold. I am not amused by this dip in temperatures.

It's like I'm cold blooded. Something about the cooler temps makes me want to go into a lizard-coma. Getting out of bed is a mission. Getting out of the house is a bigger mission. Staying active at all? Mission impossible.

So while with each passing weeks I'm gaining significant ground in my quest to not eat like a third grader, I have yet to get my proposed active lifestyle off the ground.

Also, my scale is totally defective. I have no idea where I actually stand with weight so until I buy a new one (today at lunch? Maybe.) we'll be happy to cheer my new eating habits on. Not too loudly, though. I'll probably be napping.


Mini-Sausage Bret Says: Who cares about your stomach.  Did anything else shrink?


Lorraine Says: Aaaand now my mind is off with me to the land of your shrunken sausage.

Size matters, guys. Size totally matters.


Lily Says: It even matters with imaginary girlfriends.


The Wife Says: If Bret shows you "proof" of his girlfriend, don't believe him.
http://www.nerdist.com/2010/12/theres-an-app-for-reminding-you-that-your-life-didnt-go-the-way-youd-hoped/

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Sad Post/Tricky Flash's return to blogging.

Lily Says:  Okay, so I guess I survived finals and whatever. But not really. Because I was so stressed last week, it created other problems. My stomach begins to attack me as soon as I eat anything. And it sucks. I don't know what it is. 

Last week I was at 172. This week... The little arrow is between the 2 and the 3. So it's either 172.5 or I'm gaining weight while on the scale. I think minus 8 pounds in one month is success. Watch me gain it all back next week. 

Tricky Bitch... I mean Fish Says: I had no idea being a whore could be such an effective weight loss technique.  Bravo.

Lily Says: Uh? Whore? Your face.

Also. I forgot to congratulate you... Congrats on your blogging return, Asshat!  Heart you!

Monday, December 13, 2010

Pleased to Meet You...Won't You Guess My Name?

TBM Says: So I weighed in on Thursday cause I felt like I was doing extra good with the whole dieting/exercise thing and low and behold I was down 4 pounds.  276.  Needless to say I was pretty happy with my results.  As Friday came, I realized I had a social gathering (yes unlike Bret I do manage to have friends outside the internet) that I planned on heading to.  Just a couple guys from work, the wives and some ribs.

I restrained myself, I really wanted to have more ribs, but I resisted and managed to only go about 300 calories over my normal 1800 for that day.  Saturday found us being lazy and missing the gym...little did I remember that the damn joint closed at 7 pm on the weekends.  We did however take the pooches for a nice 30 minute stroll so it's not like we sat on our asses the entire day...just most of it.

And then there was Sunday...with the wife feeling like crap and Warcraft whispering sweet nothings in my ear I knew there was no hope that we'd be going to the gym.  I also had to get my last bit of Christmas shopping done so I guess I can count that bit of store trolling as some exercise.  Anyway...I've read that allowing yourself one day of indulgence during a week of dieting makes the rest of the week easier.  Having this bullshit thought firmly in my head I picked up a piece of cake and pizza from the local grocery and headed home to surprise the ailing wife.

As the consequence for my "indulgence", when I weighed in this morning I found that I was back to 280.  I swear to God I almost through the damn scale.  I mean how the fuck can 3 slices...fine I had 4...4 fucking pieces of shitty pizza make that much of a difference?  I didn't even have lunch yesterday.  

I think I'm adding pizza to my public enemy list...#1.  Fuck you Papa Domino Hut.

Lily Says: By "through the damn scale" do you mean you "almost threw the damn scale"?

TBM Says: Thank you grammartron.  See I was so enraged that I forgot how to spell. 

Lily Says:  Yeah.... aha. Be glad it was me and not Bret.

TBM Says:  I'm sure he's just laying in wait, for the best time to pounce and crush my fragile psyche.

Lorraine Says:  I'm not sure what all the anger is about. I think it's pretty obvious that you just need to poop.
Thank you for proving the whole "one day of indulgence" theory wrong though. Comfort yourself with the thought that your brief brush with success and then crushing bounce back was a valuable lesson to us other blobs.
Just like I learned from Lily that pink stains go with anything! And from Bret that if you buy a broken scale, you too can lose weight! And from the Wife that staying hydrated while exercising is overrated.
This is what we're here for people. 

Bret "The Hammer" Says: Had I gotten here first I would have said, "Bear is so fat he can't even spell "threw" without extra letters.

For the record, I think you should have "throughn" the scale.  It would have burned a few more calories.  And frankly, at this point, your scale would probably appreciate a quick, shatter-filled death rather than the slow crushing you put on that thing.  You think it can feel the difference between 280, and 276?

Friday, December 10, 2010

A little off balance

Witless Exposition says: 
This has been a straight down the middle type of week. No really huge setbacks, but no real milestones either. I've lost about 1/2 a pound this week, but I'm not fully claiming it because my weight has fluctuated a lot this week.

The Bear and I got back on our exercise regimen, only missing one day so far this week. I'm pleased with it overall, because while the circuit room kicked my ass yesterday (the first time I had done circuit since before Thanksgiving), I can tell that I'm making headway with the elliptical. I can go much longer without having to stop, and when I do stop it's to drink.

I'll never be coordinated enough to be able to drink water and do the elliptical at the same time. It'd be really embarrassing to get choked on water in a gym full of people. They'd probably think I was having a heart attack or choking on a ham sandwich and try and give me the Heimlich or something.

I've also started using an app on my phone to track calorie intake and output from exercising. I'm averaging around 1500 calories a day when I skip breakfast and 1400 when I eat breakfast. I really need to make myself eat something in the morning. Either way though, with the exercise, I'm still under the calorie limit so I should, in theory, start losing weight pretty soon.

The biggest thing that's helped out this week, was I made a list of healthy breakfasts, lunches, and snacks. When I'm hungry and don't have a meal planned like we do with dinner, I just eat random stuff, and it's usually not a very good combination. This way, I can look and see several options and pick what sounds good that day.

I guess I'm still at the point where positive change is enough, but I'm really looking forward to when I can see a steady improvement in the gym and eating styles.

TBM says:
We had to skip that day at the gym...I had a new video game and it NEEDED to be played. Needed!!!

Lorraine says:
I thought I was the only one who struggled to drink water on the elliptical. In general, I'm holding on the whole time I'm on it. I see people who have their hands free, or like sway them like they are jogging, or read a book, or knit a scarf. No. None of that is going on while I'm on an elliptical because I know the moment I let go, I'm going to fall off.

And Bear, just say it was your Wii Fit. Bret gets away with that all the time.

Lily says:
Knitting on an elliptical?! WTF?! I can barely get on one, let alone do anything else on it.

Lorraine says:
I may have exaggerated the knitting part in my extreme jealousy of anyone who is fit and/or coordinated enough to drink water while on the elliptical.

Fishy boy Bret says:
I never drink water when I work out. Never. Considering I often get egregiously sweaty twisting Oreo's apart, the last thing I need is water flying all over me while I try to line up mouth and bottle in the same spot. There is no need for increased liquid cascading over anything I come in contact with. I guarantee you no one uses exercise equipment after I'm done with it. I believe they bury it in a desert in Arizona.

I've been reading that because of the weight of muscle, when you start working out you won't see any difference in pounds, only in body shape. However, just to maintain muscled your body burns something like 250 calories a day for every pound of muscle and 2 for every pound of fat (I'll look up the exact numbers later), so you will be able to catch up quickly. And hopefully find a better looking husband. Such as a platypus.

Lily says:
It's friday bret, where is this "blog" you were supposed to be writing..

I dont think i would want to use anything you have used.

Fishy boy Bret says:
I actually was considering almost writing it today. So there.

Lily says:
RIIIIIIGHT. Whatever.

TBM says:
I've always said I married up.

Lily says:
Fishy dog is just mad that his girlfriend is imaginary.

Witless Exposition says:
And made of sausage.

Lily says:
hahaha I forgot! That too. :)

Horrible and Disappointing

Bret Says: 267. -5 pounds.  Kick Ass.

O.K. So it might be an exaggeration.  First of all most of the weight has to be from, ummm, unloading multiple thanksgiving meals.  2nd of all, all of my weights came from the morning, where as this was this evening...before dinner...after barely having a chance to eat anything all day....while I was extremely dehydrated.

And yeah, directly after I unloaded even more turkey from my system.

Oh, and of course the weigh in happened on my "scale of random numbers."

Still, I'm in a good mood tonight. 267 puts me right back on track, even though it will probably go up next week.  I've started a workout plan.  I've started a NO EXCUSES 30 minutes of walking a day plan.  Today for lunch I had the chance to have an onion ring and bbq sauce covered cheeseburger and smothered in liquid cheddar fries, but instead chose a chicken wrap and apple slices.  It was horrible and disappointing.  It was everything a diet is supposed to be.

I'm sore, all over, and not from a long night of hide the sausage with Bear.  Everything is GOOD.  Except for your writings of course.

And on that note Lily, I will be back, with my new blog, this weekend.  There are lots of exciting changes in store.  There will even be a few new blogging blobs surprises for our 5 or 6 readers who might care....

Get ready.


Lily Says: Okay, so I was uber fail for Wednesday's post because of CARDIO. Sorry Lor. I still love you though!

Secondly, congrats on being back on track... over. achiever. I thought you said you were going to start celebrating your blobness... whatever. This seriously makes me doubt the return of your blogging. I gotta see it to believe it.

Lorraine Says: I refuse to celebrate a fake five pounds and any post that doesn't involve Bret and Bear playing hide the sausage.

Thursday, December 9, 2010

I Either Get To Be Social or Skinny

Lorraine Says: It seems I've returned to some sort of normally scheduled programming. AKA, I've finally forgotten all the turkey I ate, and hopefully after a very good week, so has my body.

I say hopefully because I still don't want to get on the scale. I'm holding out hope for next week, but for now, I can only report that no boxes of zebra cakes were devoured in the making of this post. VICTORY.

Anyways, it's time for my difficulty of the week. Yeah, yeah, I mostly use these posts to complain about diets but whatever. It's sort of the point. Plus, despite an otherwise good week, I thought of something as typed this up and my stomach began growling at me angrily.

I'd like to say that I'm an emotional eater, but that's not entirely true. I mean, if I'm sad or bored or whatnot, I'll go for chocolate (duh) but not really food, food. I rarely crave things. I sometimes forget to eat. I only eat when I'm hungry.

Now, that might seem like an okay thing, but I'm talking about only eating when I'm really, really hungry. I just don't have a thing for food, so it isn't until my stomach is burning and grumbling that I think, "you know what? I should eat." Then, at that point, get me around food and I'm just gonna stuff my face.

I eat faster than my brain can process it all and tell my stomach it isn't ravenous anymore. I eat past the point of full. I'm not really an expert, but something tells me this is doing it wrong.

Since the start of this diet, I've been trying to correct this behavior - to eat because I have to and not because I want to. I've tried to put myself on a schedule.

I'll be honest that it hasn't always worked. Sometimes I still forget to eat. Like last night's dinner. At this point, the last time I ate anything at all was 24 hours ago.

I'll end this post now, and try not to eat a small island. Or all the Ethiopians. Or Bret's sausage.

I don't think I'll ever be THAT hungry.


Wifey-Poo Says: I know what you mean.  I have to force myself to eat breakfast every morning (or try to at least).  Otherwise I don't eat until my sugar drops so low my head hurts and my hands are shaking. 

And then I eat everything in the house.

A schedule is a good idea, because then you'll start to recognize your body's signals easier when you get hungry.  It sounds kinda lame, but would it help if you set alarms on your phone or something?

Congrats on the no full boxes of zebra cakes!


The Bear Monk Says: I've been pretty successful at adhering to a schedule myself.  It's all about being in a place and getting into a habit.  First thing I do when I get to work is fix myself oatmeal and a coffee.  At 11 I go to lunch and at 2-3 I have a 100 calorie pack of popcorn.  After that we just have dinner after the gym.

I always find it helpful to associate 1 action with another to help keep me on track.

Having said that...my eating schedule on the weekend is completely fucked.  I rarely wake up early enough for a normal breakfast and if I do I'm likely gaming while the Wife is sleeping in.  And then there's the urge to go out.  The Wife is cooped up the whole week at the house while I'm at work so she wants to go out and as we all know it's a real bitch to eat right at a restaurant.  Especially here in San Antonio. 

It's a love hate relationship I have with this city.


Lorraine Says: I feel better knowing I'm not the only one who has to be mindful about an eating schedule. I suppose this means I should clear out all my "eat chocolate now" alarms out of the phone and add in "eat oatmeal, BOOOO" alarms. Hmmph.

Also, the eating out thing is big with me. Catching up with my best friends happens over dinner. Conversations with co-workers happen over lunch. Dates happen over dinner.

Do I have to chose between being social or being skinny?


Wifey Says: This is kinda the million dollar question isn't it? I guess it's just a matter of making difficult choices about what to order and maybe beinng more creative when it comes to the social stuff.  No easy answer, I'm afraid.


Lorraine Says: Unless you are Bret and don't have a social life. Why is he fat again?


Wifey Says: Don't know where this image came from, but I just pictured Bret on a date with a woman made of sausage.
Could that be the answer?


Bear Says: Oh and lets think about eating Bret's sausage for 1 second, there's no way in hell anything that small would be satisfying anyway.


Small Sausage Bret: Wow, I got a lot of press for a post I hadn't even written in.

Seriously though Lor, it seems like if your emotions get the best of you and ends up causing you to stuff your face with anything you can find, then the only possible solution is for you to get a boyfriend.  Then you can stuff your face whenever you want, but it will be a low calorie workout instead.  Of course, to be fair to him you should find someone that already suffers from Herpes so they don't get a nasty surprise in the future.  Oh, and they should be blind. 


Lorraine Says: If by "press" you mean, "let's all point and laugh at Bret the sausage lover when he isn't around" then yes! What a whole lot of press!

And if by if by the rest of that you mean "I hit on Lorraine and have propositioned her multiple times and may have even tried to rape her but she keeps turning me down and/or running for her life so now I must make fun of her and call her easy and ugly and herpes infected," then I see where you are going.

And to that I say: the answer is still no Bret. As Bear said, not a very satisfying sausage. And Bear knows his sausage.

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Final's Week = No Food

Lily says:

It's fucking finals week.

Have I told you guys how much I hate finals week?

I have no time to eat. No time to sleep. No time to poop. But at least the last one would be okay, since I'm not eating.

Finals week is the bane of my existence. Why? I kill myself to get the most mediocre grade in a class, and then when I get my grades mid break, I'm like "oh, staight B's... great". And in my delusional state, I think.. "great.. B's. The world is ending". So I immediately eat an entire pizza by myself.

So though this week I'm -2 lbs... I'm scared that sometime next week, I'll be up 2312394234 pounds. But at least I didn't go up during Thanksgiving. :D

TBM Says:  Honestly, you'll likely get just as good a job with a 3.0 as you would with a 4.0 dear.  Don't stress so much over it.  Mediocrity isn't that bad.

Lorraine Says: Unless the stress is actually helping you lose weight. In which case, EW A B?!

Lily Says:  TBM: Yeah. But I'm a minority... and could probably use the extra 1.0. 

Lor: Yeah... a little bit, but it also makes my hair fall out too :( so it's a win lose. 

Some dude that doesn't blog anymore:  It's not the letters on your report cards that matter in the real world.  It's the letters under your shirt that will get you the money.  And in that world, B's are better than A's.

How was that?

Lily Says:  Well, in that case... I'm still average. 
Gah... 

Not good enough. 

PS, Bret, do you still blog? About anything? Other than this? Yes? No? 

Lorraine Says: Hey now, D's are worth something! And my boobs never lose weight, YAY.

Wife Says:  I'm sad because Brett probably has all our cup sizes beat.

Lily Says:  In the words of my little cousins, "Bret, you got TREATED!" 

But yeah, that also makes me sad. :( 

Monday, December 6, 2010

The Dawning of New Diet

TBM Says: I read once that if you allow yourself just one day a week to eat whatever you want, it'll make the rest of the week of dieting that much easier.  I've considered as much for myself and even tried a couple of times, but it always seems to continue to the next day and the day after that and so on and so forth.  

The Wife and I have had some distinct issues with getting back into the gym since we got back from Thanksgiving as well.  Only 3 times in the last week.  It's kind of depressing and honestly kind of painful those few days we have gone.

However, I'm going to be trying to put all these short comings behind me.  Today is a new day.  We've bought groceries for a significantly healthier diet and I AM going to the gym tomorrow...with or without her.  That's not true.  I'm going to force my dearest darling wife to come along too.  The healthier we are the more likely we are to have a child and that's the goal of the moment for us.

So raise your bowls of sugar free oatmeal with me folks!!  It's a new week and by God I'm going to lose at least 2 pounds!!

PS - I'm officially restarting at 283...

Fishy Says: You think going to the gym is painful for you?  Imagine the how the equipment that has to hold up your fat butt feels.
 
My prediction:  In 3 weeks you will officially restart at 297.

Lily Says: Fishy water-Bret, don't you think your Wii Fit feels the same way? 

I think you can do it, Bear!

TBM Says: Actually, I weighed in again this morning and I'm already down to 280 again.  I guess I'll see where I stand after the first day of managed diet and a trip to the gym.  I started recording my calorie intake at http://caloriecount.about.com/, hopefully that helps to make things a little more quantified for me.

Wifey Says: It really makes you think about eating that piece of cake when you see exactly how many calories and how much fat it has.  I try to not look at it as guilt, but just a price tag check.  If I see a shirt I like, I look at the price tag and decide if it's really worth that much to me.  Calories, fat, carbs, etc. are just the price tag of what we eat.

Friday, December 3, 2010

Dealing with my asshole

Witless says:
As I sat down today to try to figure out what to write, I took a look back at our posts this weeks.  I think we've all hit a major hurdle in our quest for healthier lifestyles.  This made me think about all the awful, terrible things I've done food wise this week and my relationship with food overall.  This morning I had an insight:

My relationship with food is exactly like my relationship with Asshole (my late high school, early college boyfriend)!

At the the beginning of the relationship everything was new and fresh, and when he screwed up, I just chalked it up to him being human. Then as he began to become more passive aggressive in our interactions I began to doubt where this relationship was going.  But not enough to break up, because most of the time he was nice (or so I told myself) and I thought I loved him.  By the end, I was being ignored and taken advantage of (and taken for granted), but I didn't leave even though I knew there were better things out there because it was habit and comfortable.  I knew what to expect from him, even if it was generally shitty behavior.  Then I had a wake up call and with the help of friends and a certain cute Bear, I had the guts to end it and move on.

It's not a unique story, I'm sure we have all had more or less the same experience, except maybe for Bret and his blow up doll.  Now for the food part:

I know all the things I'm supposed to be doing.  I haven't lived in a cave or in Amish country, so I know what's good for me: lots of fruits, vegetables, and whole grains; lean meats and sparingly used red meat; no sodas (even diet) or man-made created foods; at least 30-60 minutes of activity a day with a heavy focus on cardio.  That's the better out there waiting for me.

But I've lived for 27 years with my current status quo.  I know it's bad for me. I know it's taking years off my life and effecting my health.  But it's comfortable.  And for every time I get heartburn from crappy fast food, I have a few moments of bliss with a Blizzard or a piece of cake.

Making the kind of radical change I want and need to make is scary.  And it's not as simple as people want to make it out to be.  It's not just a case of will power or knowledge.  It's going against 27 years of what I know, into something brand new.  Which is scary and intimidating as hell.

Sorry to get so preachy, maudlin, whatever you want to call it.  So to lighten the mood:

Bret has a small penis. Lily is an alcoholic. Lorraine is lonely and has an imaginary best friend. Bear likes sausage.

Lorraine says:
I pretty much know what you mean. Even though there is knowledge in our heads, that has to constantly fight against experience. I mean, my dad used to take us every so often to eat chocolate frosted doughnuts before dropping us off at school. After dinner he'd always have a chocolate bar, which he'd kindly share with his three girls. My dad is a walking stick. Like a size 29. So glad he could pass on the habits and not the genes.

I probably giggled as I read through as I saw that you were going to discuss your relationship with assholes. Of course I went back and saw it was a particular Asshole, but whatever. I'll probably still think you and Bear bond over things like sausages and assholes. 

Lily says: 
You're preaching to the choir. It's so much easier to eat all the processed crap than to like make something healthy. I'd rather eat a pizza puff than to steam some veggies. Plus when I'm sad, it's easier to eat pizza and drink beer or vodka than to reach for, I don't know, trail mix. 

But on another note: I'm not an alcoholic. Alcoholics go to meetings.

Tricky Fish says: 
So to sum this all up, Bear is getting sloppy seconds?

Bear says: 
LALALALALALALALALALALAL I'M NOT LISTENING LALALALALALALALALALALA I hate you Bret.

Lily says:
Bret is an asshole sometimes. Meanie Bret. 

Lorraine says:
So what you're all saying is that Wife dated Bret the Asshole until she left him for Bear who likes sausages?!

*grabs popcorn*

Er... Non-fat popcorn? 

Lily says:
Kettle corn is low in the fat stuff, care for some, Lor? 

Lorraine says:
Aaaand there goes Lily offering me food. Now the post is complete. 

Lily says:
I love you all! 

Just In Time For Christmas

Bret Says: 272.  Up 3 pounds.  Well that sucks.  I was actually only up a half a pound until yesterday, and then schizo scale had to jump that up after the one day I ate like a normal human.

Seriously.  The only thing I did well this week was that I didn't do any late night snacking.  This is because by 4 PM I had already consumed 16 pounds of turkey and was long ago passed out in some uncomfortable position near the kitchen table.

There was only one night that I did not have turkey, stuffing, and mashed potatoes as my main (and huge) meal.  One night, for whatever reason, all I had for dinner was pumpkin pie.

I'm sorry, I wrote that wrong.  All I had for dinner was A pumpkin pie.

You see, honestly, I am not a sweets person.  I mean they are good, but I far more crave the taste of some hormone injected dead farm animal.  That's what gets my engine running.  Not eating chocolate, or ice cream, or anything like that was simple for me.  No cravings at all.

But pumpkin pie I will kill for.

I need to get back on the ball, and soon.  This is supposed to be the one thing I cannot allow myself to lose at.  I want to live a long, healthy, energy filled life.  God help me if I end up like these other four pathetic saps.


Lorraine Says: Why am I not surprised Bret prefers meat to sweets? And just so that we're clear, he's working 7 days a week, 12 hours a day, no break. He doesn't get laid. He doesn't drink. He eats whole pies for dinner and is GAINING weight. But us four are the pathetic losers?

I think I'm doing the math wrong.

You do realize that by the time you eat through the world's supply of Thanksgiving leftovers, it'll be time for Christmas, right?

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Guilt, Pork and What Bret Needs More

Lorraine Says: Stinky Fish Bret made a comment yesterday about this all turning into a celebration of our flab. I don't think so, but as I sat here today, wondering what to write that wouldn't essentially be Bear and Lily's failure posts combined, I sort of saw his point.

I ate a lot on Thanksgiving. And I didn't even set out to eat a lot. I thought I would be okay just taking tiny portions of all the different things I wanted to eat. I wasn't okay. I couldn't even pack any leftover when all was said and done because just the sight of food made me want to barf.

The next day, I was still pretty turned off by food so I didn't eat anything, until dinner time. By then, I had gotten so hungry, that I ate my face off again.

So, here's the trouble: falling back into the pattern I'd set up for myself. I've started again, lots of water, better foods, less chocolate, etc, but I still feel the disappointment of Thanksgiving hovering around me.

Like I said yesterday, I'm refusing to get on a scale. So, what's the positive in all this? GUILT.

I feel bad when I don't eat like I should. I feel bad when there is no progress. For a girl who would openly eat Hershey Almond bars for breakfast in front of her co-workers, guilt certainly is a different feeling.


Lily says: Guilt is such a Catholic thing. *prays a rosary*

And I wasn't a fail. I mean. I didn't eat the pork. But I'm sure Bret ate enough pork for all of us.

The Wife Says: I think it's a Southern thing, too. Which is especially messed up in a culture that forces you to eat ALL THE TIME.

Lorraine Says: Well, I'm not Catholic. And I do live in south Florida but calling this the south is pretty wrong. Guys, I think it's just good old fashioned, "hey maybe eating an entire box of zebra cakes isn't good for me" guilt.

PARTY!

Anyone have a single zebra cake?


Lily Says: I bought a twinkie so I could throw it at this kid in my Spanish class. He didn't go. So you want that?

Wifey Says: I think we all have to take charge of the guilt thing. When I start feeling guilty about my eating habits, that's when I'm on the road to throwing in the towel. "I'm never going to change" etc.
We're having to unlearn years of self-imposed bad behavior (although it sounds like our backgrounds didn't help any). ANY step is a step in the right direction.

Lorraine Says: Lily offers me a twinkie and Wife offers me magical words of wisdom. THAT, ladies and gents, is why Blogging Blobs is amazing.

Lily Says:  I offer treats because I care.

The Great Tickler of Women and Fish Bret Says: While sitting down and reading today's thoughts I decided to have a piece of chocolate.  This week has been a complete disaster, but I was watching Good Morning America and they had some expert in something who gave out millions of pieces of advice.  The main one was "For the week of Thanksgiving and week and a half around Christmas, quit the diet.  You are going to do it anyway, so it's not worth the guilt of failing."
Thus my diet starts anew tomorrow, runs for a few weeks, and then the period of gluttony takes over again.

I just can't take all of the guilt that I am feeling for this week.  Maybe Lor can, because she has endured and gotten used to a lifetime of failures.  Maybe Lily can, because she is able to replace pork with getting porked repeatedly, but I just can't do it.  So I'm going to have another piece of chocolate.


Lily Says: I call it CARDIO, not "getting porked". Duhhhh! Also, eat some Chick Fil-A like a man.


The Bear Monk Says: We're getting kind of deep into this aren't we?  Guilt can really do a number on us all.  We feel guilty about over eating and as most of us are likely emotionally eaters, we will in turn eat to ease our guilt.  And so the cycle continues.

I'm with you on this whole take a week off thing Bret, but that shouldn't mean that we cave in to gorging ourselves on whatever we'd like.


The Fishiest of all that Fish Says: I don't understand Bear, my entire diet philosophy has been to NOT gorge myself whenever I'd like.  Thus taking a week off means that I will literally be stealing candy from babies.

I think the important thing is to not quit exercising.  I say this in a week in which I all but quit exercising. 


Lily Says: So you're going to quit exercising next week?

Blah Blah Blah Fish Says:  Actually I just need to make sure I DO exercise.  Work has been so busy that I skipped my usual lunchtime walk...and then still worked an extra half an hour at the end of the day.  730-630 without a break?  That's how I live!


Lorraine Says: So basically you work all day with no breaks, have an imaginary girlfriend, occasionally tickle ovaries and love your Grandfather's sausage?

Have another piece of chocolate Bret.

You know, I'm feeling better already.


Lily Says: Lor, can I have that twinkie back? I think Bret needs it more.