This is a boring weight loss post. Deal with it. All circumstances are conspiring to limit my poker play to practically nil between now and Vegas, so what content I do have will be less about how I'm losing my ass playing poker and more how I'm losing my ass. Literally.
I knew I had gotten into the worst shape of my life back in the winter when I ordered a pile of new pants in a size to actually fit, a 44. I knew I was pissed about it when the kilt Suzy got me for Christmas was too small, since she ordered a 42. I knew it had to change when I started rehearsing for Taming of the Shrew and realized that I was more than twice the size of my leading lady, at 265 lbs.
Now I'm a big dude. I'm never gonna be Otis or CJ skinny. But this shit had gotten ridiculous. I was heavier than I've ever been, and for no good reason. So I got sick at SETC and couldn't eat for a few days. That was a start. Then we got into rehearsals for Shrew and I burned as many calories as I took in, and that helped.
But that all ended, and I wasn't losing anything, I was just holding steady. So a couple weeks ago I decided that not only am I a big fatass, I also spend too much money on food. You see, Suzy and I don't really cook. We eat out a lot. Our schedules are not conducive to sitting down together very often and eating a meal at home. And nobody wants to work for an hour or more for a meal that you eat by yourself, so we either nuke something or eat out. And eating out is friggin' expensive. So I started looking at labels, both for price and for calories.
All I'm really trying to do is limit myself to under 2,000 calories per day. Nothing huge, no starving or fasting or God forbid, exercise. Just eating less and paying attention to what I'm eating. And it's working. I weighed in this morning at 250, which is down 15 from where I started and I feel better.
Now 15 pounds doesn't seem like a huge amount, especially when I know I've got another 50 to go to get down to where I want to be, but try stacking three bags of sugar together and carrying them around all day. That's how I relate to it, and I feel pretty good about it. I'm hoping to shed another five before Vegas, because all the drinking and eating out there is sure to be a bit of a setback on my diet, but if I'm 245 or better when I fly out, it'll seem like a lot less hardship to make the long treks through those casinos.