The Hungry Addict

Fishing on New Years!!

noreply@blogger.com (The Hungry Addict) — Sat, 31 Dec 2011 16:22:00 +0000

It is New Years Eve today. I am taking my girls trout fishing today. It is awesome to be able to enjoy the outdoors in December/January. Not my favorite time of year because of the cold but it has been 40's and 50's here. Being healthy encompasses so many variables. We need to enjoy being active and spending time doing the things we love. Ritualistic exercise and eating with precision is effective but not over the long haul. This is good advice my friends. Mix it up. Get out of your ruts. Explore. Put down the cell phone and look around you. What do you see? Other people with their eyes fixed to their cell phone? Do you see your children looking at you waiting for you to spend precious time with them? Happy New Years everyone. Start your resolutions now.

Hungry

Seasons Greetings from The Hungry Addict

noreply@blogger.com (The Hungry Addict) — Thu, 22 Dec 2011 23:19:00 +0000

I am still alive. I haven't blogged for a while now. But I am still here. Still struggling with the demons. However, I think I have figured this thing out. I have decided that the "poor me, I am addicted to food" attitude is ineffective. I have decided that if I choose to be unhealthy and not take care of myself, it is up to me. I choose to be better. I was always adamant about the fact that I could eat whatever I wanted as long as my workout regime was close to that of a Navy Seal. Who in the hell was I fooling? What I decide to eat will determine my future health, how I look, how I feel, and how my children learn about healthy living. These last 3 years have been difficult. I lost both of my parents. Life has been stressful. I had foot surgery. I could go on with the stressors ad nauseum. But I have taken this bull by the horns and commited to healthier progress. Two months ago, I joined Weight Watchers. I had tried this thing in the past and failed. But my diet is my weakest link. I can exercise. I have proven that. But the food thing is the key. Since joining WW, I have lost 20 pounds. I feel thinner and more confident. I have also slowly introduced exercise back into the mold after having 6 weeks of non-weight bearing on my surgical foot. I can do this. And so can you. The last couple of weeks I have cheated and not followed the program with diligence. That's ok. It is alright to have some weak times and live a little. MODERATION: a word that this addict has trouble comprehending. But I am learning. Things will be better. Follow me again, if you will. Read my posts and become inspired or read my posts for fun. Make fun, have fun, whatever you need to receive from my writing. Happy Holidays to you all.

Hungry

Today

noreply@blogger.com (The Hungry Addict) — Thu, 22 Jul 2010 01:49:00 +0000

Oatmeal and yogurt for breakfast with some ice water.

Grill cheese, seafood salad, scotcheroo bar, diet coke for lunch. And a salty pickle.

Came home from work and ran one mile, 3 sets of pullups, 3 sets of pushups.

Hungry

UGH....

noreply@blogger.com (The Hungry Addict) — Tue, 20 Jul 2010 20:20:00 +0000

Hungry is BACK and BIGGER than ever, literally!!

noreply@blogger.com (The Hungry Addict) — Tue, 20 Jul 2010 20:05:00 +0000

Yes folks, it's me. I am back in publication. I am also back in obesity. Okay, let's face the facts: I never really left. I am portly. I look down only to see the visceral fat (the bad kind that ends lives). This struggle is never-ending. I am exhausted at the thought of, once again, trying to change my life for the better. But I have to keep at it for me and my family. I am a selfish muther-fucker. I really have only thought about me. What foods make ME feel better? What poor coping skills help ME through the day? ME, ME, ME, ME, ME!!! Marsha, Marsha, Marsha!! Having said that, I know that one must first love themselves before they can give love. Let's just say that I have done nothing but mistreat my body, mind, and soul.

I have already talked about the consequences of these behaviors ad nauseum. Talk about beating a dead fucking horse. I know the consequences. The problem is the consequences are too far removed for my current state of mind. It is not like eating a greasy cheeseburger can be compared with jumping out in front of rush hour traffic on the expressway. Granted, it essentially may have the same outcome for me but the damage is years down the line. It is the compound effect of years of poor eating and lack of exercise.
TIME OUT--how freaky is this: while I was just typing this post, some dude came to the door selling fresh fruit!!!!!!!!!!! He was kind of a odd looking dude, however, and I am not sure he's the guy I should buy fruit from if you know what I mean (it places the lotion in the basket......it rubs the lotion on it's skin). But otherwise I should maybe take that as some sort of divine sign about my need for healthy living.

So for those of you out there who stood by me and supported me through this blog (or laughed at me-whatever the case may be), I am back. The hungry addict rides again. Going back on the wagon starting now. I shall resume daily posting of my progress and report with the utmost honesty. TRANSPARENCY.

For Breakfast today:
Two Eggs, fried
Two pieces of white toast

For Lunch:
Big fucking philly cheesesteak from Charlies
Gourmet Fries (covered in cheese and bacon)
Diet Coke X 2
-----Like I said, I am starting now. I realize what this looks like. The junky has just got his fix and is feeling euphoric so it is easy to say "the change starts now." May it is what it looks like. But I am gonna give it a try. Better than just not trying.

Cheers,

Hungry

"We are all just prisoners here, of our own device."

noreply@blogger.com (The Hungry Addict) — Wed, 24 Mar 2010 23:55:00 +0000

As you can see, there is no end to this battle. I am a pirate sailing the seas of lard and my ship is sinking fast. My addiction is unrelenting. What in the hell can I do? Recently, stress has made me crave this shit even more. Who is to blame? Me. I know this. I know I am the weak link in the puzzle. I hold the key to my own dungeon but refuse to let myself out. Today, I had Long John Silvers. It was phenomenal. I had the big sampler platter. 2 fish, 1 chicken, 4 shrimp, and 2 hush puppies all accompanied by some nice french fries and cole slaw. Wow, it was amazing. Seriously. My mind said yes, though my arteries screamed no. I am apt to engage in some self-depricating behaviors now such as: "I have no control, I am weak, I am fat, I will never be able to abandon this grease." It is the usual cycle of indulgance-guilt-recovery-indulgance-guilt-recovery ad nauseum. Aside from someone physically restraining me from fast food, I am not sure how to get around this. Don Henley, Glenn Frey, and Don Felder said it best: "We are all just prisoners here, of our own device." And, "they stab it with their steely knives but they just can't kill the beast." Addiction. Excess. Although I don't think that The Eagles were singing about hush puppies and french fries, their metaphors are appropriate.

Hungry

P90X

noreply@blogger.com (The Hungry Addict) — Tue, 16 Feb 2010 17:37:00 +0000

I apologize for my infrequent posting as of this last year. I will do better. I want to inspire you, still. Let me share with you my newest exercise/fitness obssession-P90X. I know this physical therapist who swears by this thing. For months, he and his lovely wife have told me to give it a try. I was reluctant. I always had other excuses. I'm too busy. My life is too chaotic. I don't have the money right now. All BULLSHIT excuses. We all have em. We can rationalize our asses straight into the grave. We are so damn good at this justification/rationalization thing, we can convince ourselves of anything. We are the ones holding us back from excellence. We like to protect ourselves from change. We like to think-I will do better......tomorrow. Enough is enough, people. So I broke out of the glass mold and said I'll try it. I f*#king loooove it. The first week I started it, I knew it was working me because I was sore as hell. And it still works the hell out of me to this day. I have been doing this since late december and I feel awesome. More energy, more strength, more tone, more flexible......the list goes on. I am telling you, this program challenges you in unique ways and it takes about 1 hour a day. The yoga portion is 1 1/2 hours but well worth the extra time. You will sweat your balls (or ovaries) off to this damn thing. Amazing!! I am a believer and I encourage you to take the chance on this thing. I hope to be able to post a picture on this blog to show you how well it works. If I ate half as well as the effort I put into this program, I would be one ripped mother-*ucker. But as you know I still eat my fair share of shit. I am doing better, but have a long way to go.

If you need anymore information and would like to change your life, here is the contact info for my buddy who is a Beach Body Consultant. He can hook you up with a P90X lifechanging kit. 12 DVD's, one hour a day, and an amazing result.

www.beachbodycoach.com/dougv

Peace,

Hungry

Animal

noreply@blogger.com (The Hungry Addict) — Sun, 10 Jan 2010 02:19:00 +0000

Hello again to my faithful followers. I am here to tell you that I am on a good path. I have really taken an interest in my health and well-being. Starting back in December, I started running again. Sometimes outside and sometimes on the dreaded treadmill. Recently, there is an abundance of white stuff on the ground where I live. It is colder than hell outside as well. (I loathe the winter months). I have also, starting back in December, incorporated core and total body fitness via the P90X videos. I need this balance between my cardio fitness and strenth as well. The plyometric exercises and yoga have helped my running-i.e. my knees don't hurt like they have in the past. I am proud of myself. Approximately 60-90 minutes of physical activity every day has made me feel amazing. Those who know me well can tell you that I have a shit ton of nervous energy. "Tightly wound", "heart attack waiting to happen" are muttered in my description. I am hoping to burn a lot of this energy with vigorous exercise. I am a believer. I have told you guys before, there is no alternative to exercise. It is the common denominator of all preventative health strategies. Then there is the food...........

Food, as you know, has always been my personal demon. You're probably expecting me to tell you that I still eat like shit and that I cannot control it. I'm not gonna tell you that this time because I am doing better in this department as well. I have really been trying to eat a lot of whole grain foods. Fiber is my friend. I have started a new system of eating. I eat six meals a day. I eat a pretty good breakfast-cereal, fruits, sometimes a lowfat omlette. I love oatmeal. Oatmeal is our friend, people. Then, mid-morning, I eat a protein rich snack-protein shake with skim milk, string cheese, almonds, etc. Then at lunch: salad and soup and a sandwich, maybe. Afternoon, another snack like trailmix or peanut butter on toast. Supper: protein, carbs, and vegetables. Do I do this every single day? Hell no. But you would be astounded at the change in my daily intake from before. I still eat fast food and pizza-but I try to have some portion control when I do. It is not the diet of purity, however it works for me.

How are all of you doing out there? Did you make a bunch of new year's resolutions? Did you commit to be a good example to your kids? Did you vow to cut out the Krispy Cremes? Whatever your goals are, I wish you all the will and strength to be successful.

Here is a little side not: for those of you looking for a kick in the ass-P90X baby. I am telling ya, this program makes you feel amazing. The variety and intensity make it fun as hell. If you are an avid runner or into any other sport competitively-this will augment your balance and strength to prevent injuries. I watch infomercials all of the time and nothing out there is like this. Of course, you could order the infamous "Shaker Weight." Have you seen this thing? Interesting motions and movement. I watched the infomercial and felt like I was watching an intro to a porn flick. Or you could get the Flirty girl video and tone up by pole dancing instruction. Or you could get both the shaker and the pole and pursue another vocation for a little money on the side. Whatever you decide-get your ass moving. NO BULLSHIT EXCUSES!!!! Believe me, I have used them all. Hit it with animal intensity!! Don't think about it-just ACT!!!!! Pretend to enjoy it if you really don't. Let's hear some comments telling us what you are doing to better your fitness!!!!

Cheers,

Hungry

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noreply@blogger.com (The Hungry Addict) — Wed, 25 Nov 2009 16:09:00 +0000

Been doing well. Cardio every day. Pushups daily. Eating better-no bullshit. Holidays make it tough to eat well for those of us addicted to food. Oh well, let's do our best.

On this Thanksgiving eve, I would like to give thanks to the following:

-The Guidance from Above

-My Wife and Children

-My Family and Friends

-The people who continue to read this blog and support me despite my inconsistencies and faults

-My Trainer (who I know loves me like a brother from another mother!)

-Dr. David Kessler (who helped me understand why I eat like a fat bastard)

-The McDonald's Corp. for releasing the McRib every time I try to climb back on the wagon.

-The people in my life who have cared enough to bust my balls about my eating habits.

-Elvis for being a stud!

-Health and Happiness

Happy Thanksgiving!!

Hungry

Too Much Change

noreply@blogger.com (The Hungry Addict) — Thu, 12 Nov 2009 17:01:00 +0000

Forgive me as I digress into a subject which strays away from the usual topic of my sedentary ass. Today, I would like to talk about change.

You see, I was reminiscing today when I came to the realization that our culture has morphed into a state from which I see no return. I miss the old days of black and white. If one stops and thinks about the incredible shift from simple to complex, it is mind-boggling. Entropy.

Remember when tv was simple. Good shows written with great humor and drama. Gilligan's Island, Fantasy Island, The Love Boat, Knight Rider, Good Times, Quincy, St. Elsewhere, etc. But these show didn't have enough sensationalism. Things had to get more gruesome, more crude, and more violent. Remember watching the original "How the Grinch Stole Christmas?" It was about a rotten guy with rotten motives. Simple. Then we have a remake with Jim Carrey where we have to dissect back to the Grinch's childhood and how he was tormented. This was the excuse for why he became a pessimistic, nihilistic, curmudgeon. Did we really need to know why the grinch was a jackass?

Other shifts in tv culture are evident as well. We watched Quincy, M.E. and love the passion and relentless nature of Jack Klugman. The plot was always rich with suspense and great drama. How did society fix its need for MORE---I have the answer, do you? CSI, CSI-Miami, CSI-New York. NCIS, Law and Order-SVU. The styles have changed and they lack some of the old panache that the older shows had.

Ever watch old Alfred Hitchcock films? Truly the master of suspense. My favorite movie is Rear Window. No gore, no sensationalistic movie set. But the development of character and suspense were incredible. Now we have Texas Chainsaw Massacre, Saw I, II, III, IV, V.........Some of these movies lack true substance and make up for this deficiency with blood, violence, and gore. Please don't pin me as a prude. I love violent movies like Scorsese's The Departed, Goodfellas, Casino, etc. He is an amazing director. And although quite violent, the filming quality and substance of his films is superb. I am, mostly, talking of the movies and shows which think up the most demented, nastiest, creepiest characters who think up the most demented, nastiest, creepiest ways of torturing and killing people. No substance. Boring. Blah, blah, blah.

Next, we can talk about infomania. Texting, emailing, facebook, myspace, twitter. Text messaging is eating at the delicate core of society. Kids and adults are jumping into the warm, inviting pool of de-socialization. We don't talk anymore. Whats the point in talking? We can control how much we want to say and when we want to say it by texting. Kids getting cell phones in elementary school is becoming the norm. We have a festering problem here that is going to sneak up on us and bite us square in the fat ass. What we should be teaching our children is the importance of inter-personal relationships. How do you learn how to properly form relationships and interact with people without TALKING? Learning to read people by the inflections in their voices or the tone is going to become obsolete. Replaced by the mechanical text-message. I'm a hippocrit. Even though I don't embrace the idea of all of this fucking text messaging, I still text people. It feels like if you don't keep up with the technology, you"ll get left behind. Maybe getting left behind would be a blessing.

I wish we could go back to the old days. But change is gonna happen. I have a hard time letting go of old ways as evidenced by my struggle with weight. I am trying to be more flexible. I am really trying.

Hungry

I've Been Moving

noreply@blogger.com (The Hungry Addict) — Tue, 10 Nov 2009 05:04:00 +0000

Over the last week, I have began to move. I haven't commited to any distances. I haven't commited to any particular regimen. What I have commited to is to keep moving every day. I will move my fat ass to a sweat every day-no bullshit excuses. So far I have been running every other day for 30 min. Starting from scratch again, I am walking-running-walking-running etc. On the off days I ride a bike or do some circuit work. No shit. I have completed one week of this regimen and feel pretty good about it. My friend Ben said "Look man, even if you can't change your diet right now, get moving." He said-"if you exercise, you'll start seeing some results and then you'll want to eat better." He is a smart dude. He knows that I am an addict. He knows that I have been unable to commit to anything, really. But he hasn't given up. Neither have I. That is most important. My friends and family cannot do this for me. I gonna keep moving. Simple. Not complicated. Just keep moving.

Peace,

Hungry

Storytime

noreply@blogger.com (The Hungry Addict) — Sat, 07 Nov 2009 04:30:00 +0000

Once upon a time there was a man who had the world at his fingertips. Wife, kids, and a dog. The man loved his job and his family. He grew up in the midwest. He was quite active in highschool with sports and friends. He weighed about 185 pounds as a senior. In excellent shape, he felt invincible. Everything fell into place. Later in life, however, he struggled with overeating. He struggled so much that he constantly put himself down and felt tremendous guilt for the way he cared for himself. Life moved forward despite this man's continual struggle. The man married and had a family. His career blossomed. Now, over 200 pounds, he felt there was no way he could feel like he used to. Fast food, stress, and hypertension crept up upon him before he knew what hit him. Putting on weight was part of getting older. He was too busy to change his ways. It would take too much energy to change. Besides, he had tried several failed attempts to better his health but always ran back to his destructive habits. His friends and family urged him to change. He didn't. His physician urged him to change. He didn't. He kept telling himself: Someday I will have the willpower to change my life. Someday, I will take care of myself because I know my family needs me to be there for them. Someday, I will throw away all of the excuses that have held me back from achieving my potential. Someday. The days came and went. The man felt stressed much of the time. He felt justified to eat poorly and remain sedentary. He began to have chest pain, periodically. He attributed this to stress/anxiety/tension. Constant headaches were a nuisance to the man. Someday, he promised to treat himself better. Someday, he would be thin and active and feel better about his appearance. Someday. One day the man got up to get ready for work. He felt tense as usual, but this morning something was different. His chest was tight and the pain unrelenting. He took zantac. Driving to work, the pain increased. He felt lightheaded. Maybe he was just tired. Maybe he just needed to get moving and he'd feel better. But the pain didn't go away. Staring him in the face was the culmination of all of the poor habits he joked about over the years. Visions of his children in college, getting married, and having children all flashed before him. As his car veered off the road, the visions disappeared. What remained was a black curtain descending upon his eyes. The pain was gone. Someday never happened.

.............Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock................

What if tomorrow is too late?

Shame

noreply@blogger.com (The Hungry Addict) — Thu, 29 Oct 2009 15:16:00 +0000

What a shame......

What happened to me? I let you down. I let myself down. My weight is back. My blood pressure is up (157/110) last time I checked. I really fell of the wagon hard. I stated in the very beginning of this blog that I would be true to myself and the reader about my progress (good or bad). Well this is f*cking bad. I'm pissed off. I am angry that I can't keep commitments to myself for my health and well-being. I have had some cough/swine flu/rhinovirus/being a f*cking pussy illness for a few weeks now. I would like to blow smoke up your asses and say this is the excuse for my lack of motivation. However, My lazy ass stopped being motivated long before I got sick. It also doesn't explain why I eat 3/3 meals at fastfood joints. Let me show you something staggeringly shocking: My bank has an online service and I noticed a item called "spending reports" on the website. This function tracks your spending based on grocery, restaurants, gas, etc. I looked at my spending on restaurants and groceries for the last three months. Here is the beautiful truth:

August Restaurants: $1302.58

August Groceries: $634.45

September Restaurants: $1262.98

September Groceries: $817.88

October Restaurants: $1082.33

October Groceries: $823.06

Consistently, I spend twice as much money on shitty food as I do on groceries every month. This is crazy. I am throwing myself into financial oblivion all while enjoying the rapid descent of my health. This is insanity, defined. Stupid, dumb, insane...call it what you want but I cannot stop. Seeing these staggering figures won't be near enough to eliminate this selfish behavior. Poor reports from an ultrafast CT scan, hypertension, and embarassment from my 3 chins hasn't been enough.

I look at myself in the mirror and my only thoughts are that I have gone past the point of no return. Overwhelmed with stress, I look to food to give me the comfort. It's something that seems to make no sense at all. If eating fatty, fried, carbohydrate-laden fare is bad for you, why does it give me an intense sensation of peace, calm, and comfort?? I don't know if I subscribe to the opiate receptor theory. Homeostasis, right? If it feels good, it must be right. Well I know this isn't true. I look in the mirror and see the faulty reasoning that clouds my addict mind. Where do I begin, again........

Hungry

noreply@blogger.com (The Hungry Addict) — Fri, 16 Oct 2009 17:12:00 +0000

I mean pullups.

noreply@blogger.com (The Hungry Addict) — Fri, 16 Oct 2009 17:11:00 +0000

I did 1.5 pushups today!!

Living in the present.

noreply@blogger.com (The Hungry Addict) — Tue, 15 Sep 2009 15:15:00 +0000

Do you ever have trouble living in the present? It is a huge problem for me. Feeling bad about the past, worrying about the future consumes the majority of my time. This is complicated. It is way deeper than being a fat bastard who enjoys the food like it is his mistress. I went out this a.m. for a run. In the course of 3 miles, I realized that even then I was never present. My thoughts were always behind me or in front. This has got to be detrimental to one's health or at the very least an incredible waste of human existence. The present keeps happening and I choose to avoid it all costs. Why? It is a much more comfortable place to be, the present that is. But it seems to be the most difficult place to arrive.

I think I might try a new approach to living. Everyday I will attempt to become more present. I am missing the most important things by doing it my old way. My children growing up. Their first art projects. Their discovery of the world around them. They are the ones who have living in the present down to a science. They don't even have to try. I am going to try to be more present in my marriage. I spend a ton of time on this fu*king Blackberry. Reading the news, playing arcade games. Escapism. Infomania. The media has even tried to make a "disorder" of the overuse of PDA's and cell phones and emails. They call it infomania. Bullshit! It is pure escapism-WE CHOOSE TO CLOSE OUT THE WORLD IN ORDER TO AVOID THE PRESENT. Let's not fu*king kid ourselves here, folks. My wife often asks me "Do you ever put that phone down?" The answer is no. I have been avoiding the present.

Make a commitment to work on this with me. If you read this blog-make a commitment. What pain or disappointment from the past has you in chains? What future worries of yours keeps you in your own personal prison cell? You hold the key. Today is today. Today is now. I know it isn't easy, but I am going to try. This applies to whatever the hell you want, not just food addiction and being a lazy ass. Whatever vice you claim (or claims you), make an effort. Don't let the media and the TV doctors label you and give you an excuse for your vices. The the bull by the fu*king horns and make change. TODAY. Not tomorrow.

Hungry

Not another boring post from the fat bastard.....

noreply@blogger.com (The Hungry Addict) — Mon, 14 Sep 2009 03:55:00 +0000

I haven't posted in a long while. Shame. Shame is why I haven't posted. I let myself down. I fell back into being comfortable with being a fat f*ck. See, after a while I stopped feeling guilty about eating my weight in lard. When the guilt is gone, so is the "give a f*ck." Pathetic to say the least. I gave in to stress. I said, "hell yes, let's go to the fair and eat a hot beef sundae." Oh and don't forget the funnel cake with powdered sugar. Back to McDonald's on a regular basis. Back to super size portions for my super size gut. When I do break a sweat, I wring out my armpits into a frying pan and use the grease to fry up an egg. OK, not really, but you get the drift. I have slumped back into super slug status. It's really too bad after all of that work to trim down. You may call me a failure. You may call me a quitter. You may call me fat boy. These words, however, will not phase me.

So why am I posting again. Because I feel like shit. Energy down, belly getting bigger, double chin (or triple depending on the source) coming back. I don't particularly like any of these facts about myself. I read that book by Dr. Kessler and it didn't help me one damn bit. It explained the reason for becoming addicted to sugar, fat, and salt. It didn't, however, curb my cravings. So I am back to square one. Beginning anew. No contests. No biggest loser. No trainers. Just me against the cheetoh bag. I have started by re-introducing myself to exercise. I got a Garmin GPS for my bday and I have been running once again. Taking it slow as to not jack up my knees with my extra weight. I haven't slipped back to that original picture of a portly pig that I presented. I can feel myself headed back to big panus status. Careful people, I did say "panus." Looking forward to blazing this new trail.

Hungry

noreply@blogger.com (The Hungry Addict) — Sun, 13 Sep 2009 01:10:00 +0000

Did u forget about the hungry addict? Did u all give up on him? Well he's back and in rare form. More later.....

I eat too much...

noreply@blogger.com (The Hungry Addict) — Thu, 06 Aug 2009 14:44:00 +0000

Ok, I finally said it. No more bullshit. People who know me and work with me know this. I eat too much. I start to eat healthier foods and feel justified to eat "a lot of healthy food." This is the problem. This is the answer to my weight issues. A friend of mine, The Happy Hospitalist, recommended a book by David Kessler, M.D. called The end of overeating. Taking control of the insatiable American appetite. Dr. Kessler is a pediatrician who, formerly, served as commissioner for the US Food and Drug administration. His credentials are impressive. So I went out and bought his book. It is a good read. Nice to know that there are a lot of other fat bastards out there, like myself, who struggle not to eat like a two ton hippo on heavy doses of prednisone. He presents an interesting take on the fast food industry and their marketing schemes. Now, be careful, I am not saying it is the fast food chain's fault. I know that, ultimately, the size of my belly is my responsibility. However, it is beneficial to understand why I crave the salt, sugar, and fats so damn much. I have really kicked up my exercise regimen in the last 2 weeks. Running or biking everyday. I have to admit, I am doing strenuous aerobics to reduce my stress levels rather than weight loss. But, two birds, one stone as they say. I have actually been eating a lot less lately as well. Stress. Ulcer pain. Bad way to cut calories. One goal I have is to be able to wear a speedo to the pool by next summer ;)

Peace and love,

Hungry

noreply@blogger.com (The Hungry Addict) — Wed, 05 Aug 2009 17:23:00 +0000

Ate lunch at home today. Almost caved and went drive thru but held strong. BLT with fresh tomatotos out of garden. Grapes. Diet Pepsi. Oh, and a few chips...

Bike

noreply@blogger.com (The Hungry Addict) — Mon, 03 Aug 2009 15:27:00 +0000

Went for early morning ride today. I rode my bike that I bought at a certain large superstore and it is heavy as hell. I suppose I need a heavier bike right now to support my fat ass but the thing rides like a Sherman tank. Nevertheless, it was a great workout. I pushed myself hard and rode fast. When I returned home, I felt great. Endorphins, sweat, and peace of mind (even if only a short time before the stress returns to my ruminative mind). On my ride today, I was once again confronted with one of my biggest fears (besides healthy food) ----BIRDS. I have always felt like birds were on the look out to dive bomb me. I have frequent dreams about birds attacking me. What the hell is this about? Once I dreamt that I was walking in a cornfield and suddenly felt like I was riding a giant pheasant the size of my bed. I leaped out of bed and about broke some ribs on my computer desk. My wife leaned over and said "are you alright?" and then I woke up. I have hit birds driving and feel like they hone in on my car. So this morning I am out on the bike trail and it is beautiful weather. Sunshine, 70 degrees, and a nice breeze. Riding by a lake through some trees, a f*cking bird soars right the hell in front of me. I about shit my pants. Call me paranoid, but I am telling ya, they have a thing for me. Now watch, my loving ex-trainer will post some shit about how birds are attracted to fat or something. Don't believe the hype. By the way, I am not psychotic. I do fine with reality testing. Put away your DSM-IV's. Anyways, great ride. Need a better bike. Need a 9 mm to holster for those damn birds on the trails. Just kidding. I am a peaceful guy.

Hungry

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noreply@blogger.com (The Hungry Addict) — Mon, 03 Aug 2009 15:22:00 +0000



More fat in the face-evidence of being off the wagon! Can't deny the pics!

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noreply@blogger.com (The Hungry Addict) — Tue, 28 Jul 2009 14:59:00 +0000

Very active weekend. Boating,tubing,swimming. Lots of calories burned. Lots taken in as well. I tread water for 30 min in a contest.

noreply@blogger.com (The Hungry Addict) — Sun, 26 Jul 2009 03:46:00 +0000

Ok so you're saying whoopty-fu*king-do!! Well for me-large strides!!

Peace and Love!!