I'm really losing it....

A week and two days into my journey and I have misplaced 23 pounds somewhere...  I used to have it, but I can't seem to find it anywhere.  The juice is tasting great and my headaches and hunger pangs have subsided.  I actually have a bouncier step and a clearer mind!

The hardest things to deal with are my neighbor that BBQ's every day (someone stop the smell of meat broiling!!!) and the amount of produce that I am buying... I swear that I could feed most small Guatemalan villages with all of the fruits and veggies I've purchased!

Oh well... it's late and I need some sleep.  Work at 5AM, and 7 weeks of juicing to go.  Thanks for the continued support!

Peace

Life is a batch... and then you diet!

My first batch is in the record books!  I made the Mean Green juice from the FSND movie.  It was tasty and quite refreshing!  I was really upset at the yield from my juicer... then I realized that I hadn't opened the juice spout.  Maybe I was having a little bit of a pre-day2 fog kinda thing going on.  I really have to get used to the different speeds on my juicer as well... do any of you have a Cuisinart?  Are there any base settings that will guarantee the most juice for the buck?  Please let me know...

Okay... my digi camera is on the fritz, so I can't post any before pics yet... just imagine Chris Farley at his heaviest... minus the drug habit.  My weight is 484.2lbs (aaaaaaaaarrrrrrgggghhhhhh!!! as Charlie Brown would say).  My lipid panel will be posted early next week... hopefully with a photo.  Of me... not my lipids.

Thank you all again for the support and views...your help is making me feel that this is more than just a possible dream... you are helping me believe that this is a certainly achievable reality.

Peace

 

The Juicer is in Da Hizzouse!!

Well friends... the juicer is finally in my house!  Now I only have to wait until Friday to buy the 3.1 million pounds of produce that it takes to make 7 ounces of juice.  I am totally stoked about starting a new leg of my life's journey. 

I will be posting my before pictures and stats this Saturday... this is a huge step for me because I am really embarrassed about the way I look.  I wish my outside reflected the person I am on the inside, but it just doesn't.  This will hold me accountable... this and your posts!  Please leave me some comments!  I really need to feel that I am not alone in the world.  I have seen page views from Russia, Canada, South Korea, Ireland, the UK, Italy, and Germany... give me some awesome feedback!

The past is the past and my future is beginning anew.  I swear to the Almighty Himself that WHEN my goal is reached, I am going to Vegas!  I have never been to Sin City, and the bright lights seem to be an excellent way to celebrate!  One year (and two hundred and fifty pounds) from this Saturday I will buy anyone that introduces themselves to me at the Hard Rock Vegas a beer... light beer, of course! 

Thanks again for the views and the support.

Peace

 
 

Why, Walmart, Why?

I went to Walmart to pick up my juice extractor today.  It is there.  I tracked the thing.  The extractor is in the back of my local Walmart, right down the street from me.  I walked up to the "customer service" counter and gave the clerk my information... the clerk said, "Yep... it came in on the truck this morning."  I was elated... I asked if I needed to give him anything else and he said, "Yep... about three days to unload and process the truck."   Why is it called "customer service" when that appears to be an oxymoron?

Oh well... three days until the magic begins.

Peace

Hurry Up and Wait...

My juicer was supposed to be here yesterday... my life changing journey was supposed to begin...yesterday...I'm still fat...today.  Why does it always seem that when we are going to do something...something REALLY difficult...the world throws up obstacles that make success seem like it's doomed to become inevitable failure.

My first thought after hearing that my juicer was delayed was to buy a large Meat Lover pizza and destroy it... 3,340 calories of depression blasting love; I made refrigerator kimchi and ate that instead...300 calories for a five cup serving of pseudo-slightly-winged-in-the-arm kinda depression bumping like.  Not my first choice, but I thought it best to at least try to stay on task.  I figure that if it took me twenty five years to get three hundred pounds overweight I can wait a couple of extra days to start fixing myself.

Thanks again to all of you that are being my support system... it sure does mean a lot to me.

Peace

When It Rains... It Pours

I never have understood why the really REALLY crappy stuff seems to happen to the nicest people.  My last week has been absolute crap!  I lost $1000 dollars a month due to cuts at work... my car started to make a terrible...I found out I have acid reflux(gross)... and my son and daughter have decided to play the role of Nazi Germany to my Poland...  WHAT THE HELL???  If I am going to make it on this life change, I am going to need to escape without it being in a bag of Doritos or with a Flamethrower burger from DQ.  Why do we have to be soooo emotionally tied to food?

Oh well,,, just a couple of days until the juicing begins!  Thanks again for all of your support!

Peace

T Minus 5 Days and Counting...

Five days until my juicer arrives and I begin the liquid therapy.  I can't sleep due to anxiety and a really cool thunderstorm... I absolutely love it when God puts on a show.  These warm nights and the rolling thunder take me back to my east coast days in the 70's; all we had to worry about was our GI Joe's and MEGO superhero dolls.  Those were the days.

I want to say thank you so much for the immediate outpouring of support from all of you who have either visited me here or posted on my Facebook page... it means a lot to know that the years haven't put a damper on the friendships we share... and it means a lot to know I'm not alone.

I'm going to post a picture every time I write something... a couple of before, during and afters, but mostly mean spirited stuff that denigrates fat people.  I know you are saying, "That is just so crazy and counterproductive!", but it's actually not.  We fat people are born of two schools and two schools only: brooding introvert that appears shy but eventually becomes a workplace shooter due to taunts and teasing or the jovial devil-may-care funny guy that usually is quick-witted and heavy on self deprecation.  I tend to be the latter as most of you know (and are now quietly thanking God for), so I tend to think the majority of obese people are also the latter.  I say, if you can't laugh at them, laugh with them... even if it hurts a lot.

Peace