DIET UPDATE NUMBER 2

 DIE-ETTE...Just to show you Peeps what it IS:

Medifast is the powder which makes me (if I close

my eyes!) A (melted) HERSHEY BAR. I drink 5 of 

those 100 calorie thingies each day--mixed with water.

ONE banana each day, and lots of water/coffee, 

yessss, COFFEE!! completes steveroni's "Daily Bread"

NEW UPDATE ON DIE-ETTE
Saturday June 19, 2010

This is second in my weight-loss series, and I weigh-in today at 225 Lb or 102 kg, a total loss of only 10 Lb or 4 kg in 17 days.  This is a bit disappointing, but I HAVE been cheating. Last night I ate half-bag of Tostitos--whatever that is. I was so hungry that it would have tasted like a gourmet appetiser, even had the bag been marked "DRIED RAT SHIT". So today, back on Medifast/water...

Ya know, Peeps, I can justify anything or everything. Example:  When I write of a  10-Lb loss, translated into "steveroni" lingo, should read FIFTEEN POUNDS! My reasoning IS--that had I kept eating the way I was two weeks ago, I would have gained 5 Lb. And so, I add that...Y'all understand, RIGHT?

And THAT is what keeps me going--playing with the numbers! Just as in my old drinking daze, I would add water to top off the bottles which were each just a couple shots short of full. That way, I'd wake up in the morning and (really) believe I had all full bottles to see me through a weekend, or week-middle, or whatever!

Well, I shall "carry on, Shargant!" and report to all you Peeps about a week or two, with another UPDATE ON THE DIE-ETTE!

Copied from blog of June 3, 2010--
DIET-AND-WEIGHT UPDATE:
Wednesday June 2, 2010, steveroni began a fasting diet. I cheated. At the Thursday night "Cookie Meeting" (AA) I had 3 of Polly's homemade chocolate chip cookies...and I ate them  S L O W L Y...relishing each tiny morsel.

But the bottom (Ha! So true!) line is, I began one week ago at 235 lb or 106 kg and this morning, seven days later the scales reads 227 lb or 103 kg. (About 3-4 lb of that loss is water.)

I must mention that I can again wear my favorite trousers--a bit tight, but at least they already are functional. ( And no, the tightness does NOT show my ASSociated bottom!)

PERSISTENCE? OR INSANITY!

The claims in this post are mine. 

IN NO WAY do I suggest that

anyone should try this without 

the approval of a doctor.

A post like this one I really enjoy writing because it validates my desire, and reinforces my will to follow through on a weight loss plan--my own. Today, Thursday is day 2 of fasting--no food. It is the only way I have been successful in dropping 30 pounds in 30 days.

Seven years ago I weighed 260 pounds (118 kg) and a doctor urged me to drop some weight. In seven weeks (49 days) I lost 57 pounds (26 kg). And I felt better than ever before--at age 70. The methodology here was "Do not eat--anything, not even one bite of solid food.."

A product at that time, sold only by doctors was/is named MEDIFAST. Now it is available on-line.  I liked the shakes so much...naturally only the flavorful Dutch Chocolate, but from day one I limited myself to five shakes per day.  At 110 calories each, I consumed for those 7 weeks 550 calories every day, no more--no less.

Copious amounts of water is essential to the process of quick weight loss. I mean LOTS of water!

OK, now, today:  I weighed myself last night and I came in at 235 pounds. It did not accumulate from beer guzzling! It IS Dulce de leche and HERSHEY BARS.  So I have added quite a bit of heaviness, and some of it will not fit into my trousers...or shirts. Handwriting on the wall says, "OK Steve, time to DO-IT. Get busy"  And so today is my second day of fasting. I will let you know from time to time how it is working. My goal: 30 pounds in 30 days. And it will be done!

We're driving to the International Convention of Alcoholics Anonymous June 27, the event is July 1-4. And I refuse to buy pants and shirts just to look sporty in front of--or behind--50,000 Peeps. Besides, with 30 fewer pounds to carry around, I will HAVE to feel better.

I hope this was not too boring. Well, I became a little bored also, writing this. But I stayed sober!

CUT BACK AND CUT OUT!

POEM???


Take away my shoes
Take away my socks
Take all of my toys
Even my building blocks

I'll keep my Hershey bars.
Drive away my two cars
Take away my favorite bike
Help yourself to what you like

Carry off my so precious fiddle
On the hill play "Hey Diddle Diddle"
If you dare touch my Hershey Bars
You'll be the first on Planet Mars....

S'pose you know by now
That I've gotten fat--even how.
(By eating lots of cacao bean
Hiding it, so's not be seen)

So never ever even think
Offering me spicy food or drink
Will wrap me up and tie me in a knot
To loosen the hold on my chocolate.

DIETING:  DYING OR LIVING

For a week now I have been trying to "watch what I eat" read: not eat.  Just want to lose a few pounds, say 20-30 or so.  Anyway, I am only FOUR fewer than when I started,  according to some.  But I see it as a total loss of EIGHT pounds, because had I continued on my  ch-ch-ch-chocolate-and-cheese diet I would have gained four pounds. Is 4+4 not 8?

If anyone has bothered to read that paragraph...does it make sense?  I mean, my arithmetic!

After years of becoming and achieving the status of a stark-raving-raging-mad  chaos-driven (and fat!) alcoholic, the arithmetic I learned was 0 drink + 1 drink = Total drunken wreckage!  Because one drink ALWAYS (I NEVER had "just one") led to another and another, until...sweet oblivion. Understand that for YEARS it was not like that...but, little-by-little my body adjusted to the drug amounts, and I had to keep having more and more...just in order to get the "effect", to "again experience the sense of ease and comfort which comes at once from taking a few drinks...".

If I went to a party, I ALWAYS brought my own bottle, so I would not be embarrassed to drink whatever I (by then) needed, to be really and truly what I determined as social.

AND...I was forever the great pretender, pretending that I was shober-ash-a-shJudgeh in any situation. I prided myself on my capability--capacity--to drink more than anyone, and be able to "hold my liquor". What a farce! The few Peeps who cared at all wondered, "How long before he dies?" (I was age 38-40 then.) And I guess I was really trying to kill myself with alcohol.

Well, in AA I found out that I had ZERO tolerance for alcohol.  The only way I could live was to NOT take the "first drink". Finally that made sense to me.  Simple, yes.  Easy? No!  But anyone will have to admit this works...if I don't take that first drink I will never get drunk.  For me it is the only thing which works.

Soooo, back to my diet.  If I stop eating, I'll never get fat and I'll die!  On the other hand, when I stopped drinking, I THOUGHT I was dying...and soon began to live, and later to really live, and now--sometimes--to be blest with a peacefulness beyond understanding.

Go figure!

Meanwhile, will you try please, to:
Stay sober with me today?
Smile today, with me?
Harbor no ill will or resentments today?
Be at PEACE today?
Be full of LOVE today?

TAKE CARE!