“Except maybe Cheez-Its…”
Thus spake Charlie on July 28. At the time, Charlie was just joking. Charlie hadn’t actually eaten Cheez-Its for months. Charlie loves them, but due to their high toxicity, he reserves them for rare treats. So you can see, Charlie was just having some fun when he wrote that nothing could stop his diet …except maybe Cheez-Its.
Then about three weeks ago, Charlie helped out his office mate, Sean, on a project. Charlie followed it up with an instant message telling him that if he bought a “big ass box of Cheez-its on Monday” then they would call it even. Charlie didn’t actually mean it.
But sure enough, come Monday, Charlie found a three pound box of Cheez-Its parked on his desk. Oh noes!!!111 This could be disastrous! But fear not! Charlie was very careful about that big box of Cheez-Its all day. At the end of the day he went home, proud of this display of sheer will power, only to find … a three pound box of Cheez-Its on the kitchen counter. Say it ain’t so! This could be doubly disastrous!
Fortunately, it wasn’t. More or less…
About a month ago, I brought a small scale to work. To keep the Cheez-It consumption in check, I portioned them out by weight: 1.5 ounces to be exact (the same size as the vending machine teaser bag). This worked well — up to a point. Every once in a while the box would just open up and stay open. This is where things got bad. Because hand after hand might find its way into the bag, the Cheez-Its never coming anywhere near the scale.
The box only lasted two weeks and I did have plenty of help from others getting rid of it. So overall, I think I did pretty well. But I also now have an explanation for the flattening of that last graph.
Onederland Update
| Day 42 | |
| Starting Weight | 224.0 |
| Lost So Far | 8.0 |
| Pounds To Go | 17.0 |
I wish I could have written this post on Saturday, when I was actually down eleven pounds. Stepping off the scale and seeing a new low number was most awesome. I ate well all day and was under 1100 calories before dinner. Then BAM, just like that — I found myself at a restaurant. Oh no. Two beers, eighteen baskets of tortilla chips, and one chimichanga later, I topped out the day at over 2800 calories: about 700 over goal. Sunday morning? Up three pounds. It ain’t fair, I tell ya.
on September 8, 2008 at 6:30 am
Sometimes i tell ya, it just ain’t fair ;)!!
on September 8, 2008 at 10:55 am
Hang in there Charlie! It’s the same for me, but with pretzels. Any kind they are like crack to me!
I am down another 2 pounds for 5 pounds in 2 weeks. Of course, I just jinxed further progress by typing that!
on September 10, 2008 at 11:11 am
Hey Charlie, how ya doing with football season? Saturdays and Sundays are nothing but wings, beer and chips.
on September 10, 2008 at 11:47 am
That’s okay, keep going Charlie!
on September 10, 2008 at 8:18 pm
Football season? No problem. You see, although I’m a basic guy in just about every respect, the fact is: I just don’t like sports. At all.
So I suppose I should be thankful that’s just one less chip temptation opportunity for me.
on September 16, 2008 at 8:45 pm
Hi Charlie,
Thanks for commenting on my blog because now I can read all your fun stuff.
I heart cheez-its, too. Z in the name and all.
Can’t wait to read more.
Heather