February 8, 2011

Hotel Living... Again

So I'm living in a hotel again, and that makes my life more interesting, from a diet perspective.  I've got some Nutrisystem breakfasts, lunches and dinners, and I went to the supermarket yesterday to grab some basic vegetables/fruits/carbs/etc.  I also picked up some South Beach snack bars because I couldn't fit any snack bars in my bag.

Weight: 304.4 lbs

Not even sure if that's right, because I've eaten like crap the last two days, and I'm ALSO dehydrated.  Then again, I haven't crapped in 3000 miles, so who knows?



I'm going to work up a quick breakfast, try to crap, shower and get on the road.  I have only the vaguest idea of where I'm going today, so it should be interesting.

G'day, Fatheads.

February 6, 2011

Wasted Weekend

So, I've got the Super Bowl on in the background here, because I'm busy as hell getting my place cleaned up and my bags packed so that I can get on the road tomorrow morning.  I'm going on an extended trip for training for work, and that means things like massive amounts of dining out as well as extended travel.
 
I forgot to take pictures of the bag as I was packing, but maybe I'll take them when I get into the hotel tomorrow.  I packed dinner and lunches for about half the days I"ll be there, and I can pick up substitutes when I get out there for what I couldn't pack.  Thankfully, I'll have a rental and some basic fridge/microwave facilities available to me in my hotel room, so keeping groceries won't be a big deal.

Oh, and I also packed my scale, so Fatness updates will resume either Tuesday or Wednesday, probably.

Unfortunately, I'm an idiot and booked a 6am flight tomorrow... so I'm basically not sleeping tonight, hence putting off all my packing/cleaning until the middle of the Super Bowl.



Fucking Packers, the Steelers had better start fucking playing in this game, because there's very little worse than a Green Bay win.  Possibly Stalin.  Stalin might be worse than Green Bay winning.

For today only, Go Steelers, Fatheads!

February 5, 2011

Weekend Fatness

I let myself off the leash a bit yesterday.  I was stuck with buying lunch at work, because I wasn't there for long and I forgot to eat breakfast/pack a lunch before I left home, and they serve nothing healthy there.  Apparently, all their sandwiches are on croissants and when you get "chips and a pickle" with the meal, they give you a giant boat of chips.  Things didn't get better last night, with my delicious (read: unhealthy) takeout dinner, and a late-night sandwich delivery after a certain number of rum and diets were consumed.  At least I didn't drink beer?

Weight:     299.4 lbs
Body Fat: 42.7%
Water:      43.9%


Plan for today: half of the second sandwich I ordered last night now, go out to the deli for a salad for dinner, and save the remaining half of the sandwich and bag of chips for drunk snack, should it be required.



For the record: I'd rather have a tail than giant ears.


Time to clean, Fatheads.

February 4, 2011

Another Big One

Man, this week is just spinning past.

Weight:     296.6 lbs
Body Fat: 40.9%
Water:      45.3%


I have many things to take care of this weekend, and I'm basically out of foodstuffs of a non-Nutrisystem variety at this point, so I'm completely dependent on the kindness of strange waiters. 


On a side note:  I fucking hate it when waiters/bartenders don't know basic drink terminology.  I have the simplest drink on the planet, usually.  Sometimes I order martinis, but most of the time, I order either a single or a double of whiskey (I order by Brand, if you don't, you're a well-drink chugging chump) neat, and I'm astonished at the number of times I've been served watered-down whiskey on ice (NB: I do sometimes get some water on the side and have a splash, or if I'm at a good bar, I'll have them splash some water in, but most of the time I drink Jack, which I prefer without the splash).  As someone who usually just wants to enjoy a small glass or two of warm liquor with my meal (cold whiskey is for communists) this really pisses me off.  [if you work in a restaurant or bar, fucking read this, or I'm not tipping you anymore]

 


At any rate, I need to get my ass out the door, so we'll play more catchup later, Fatheads.

February 3, 2011

Brain Movin Slow

I'm not in the crazy rush to get out the door that I have been all week.  The project I was on is no longer in the "follow it across 2 shifts get barely any sleep and then go back and do it again" phase, so my lack of impetus is leading to a severe lack of clarity of thought.

Weight:     297.8 lbs
Body Fat: 40.9%
Water:      45.3%


 At least that's good.  I continue to not buy groceries, mostly because I will be traveling next week.  I will continue to live off of takeout salads and Nutrisystem where possible.  You know, I paid a buck fiddy for a goddamned orange in the cafeteria yesterday?  That is insane.  I may need to buy just a day or two's worth of groceries tonight.  We shall see.





Going back in time always disappoints.


G'day Fatheads.

February 2, 2011

Almost Forgot A Title

God damnit, Blackberry.  So, if you should wake up earlier than you intend to, never look at your work Blackberry and start to write an email, if you do, you will inevitably become fully awake and end up in the office far earlier than you intended, because you've decided  you need to see the things that are there that you don't have at home (airplanes).  Maybe accountants and lawyers don't have this problem...

Weight:     298.8 lbs
Body Fat: 41.2%
Water:      45%


On an unrelated note, I still haven't taken a shit in.. 3 days?  This is beginning to annoy me.  Something about being at work 12 hours a day just doesn't lend itself to peaceful, contemplative time on the crapper.

I took lunch and snacks to work yesterday, and ate dinner out.  I haven't had time to go to the supermarket, and I'm traveling for work soon, so it's hard to justify full loaves of bread or half-gallons of milk, so I'm getting low on supplies, and was unable to have a protein or dairy with breakfast (eggs take too much time when in a hurry).



As a direct result of this, I can't really justify too much writing for this blog this morning, and my brain is already completely focused on work... and possibly taking a crap before I get my shower.

My DJs in a row, Fatheads.

February 1, 2011

Blackberry is Albatross

I've been known to name my electronics, largely following the logic of several of my classmates in college for computers, ie: "it's a girls name, because I stay up long nights with it etc etc."  But work Crackberry has just been given the name "Albatross around my neck".  Also: did it take anyone else forever to figure out you had to go to messages->folders->sms messages to get your texts?

Weight:     299.6 lbs
Body Fat: 42.7%
Water:      43.9%


 Yesterday was another long day at the office, and I had not packed a dinner, so I went out when I finally left work with a coworker to a wing joint.  It wasn't pretty.  I ate according to the plan during the rest of the day, however, and didn't have beer with dinner (god, I miss beer).




Is it just me, or, at first glance, does the bird's head look like a dong?  And the man is very sad because he has a freakish penis.  [Source: Wikipedia Article]





Back to it, then.


Later, Fatheads