Weigh-in 3
Starting weight: 326.8 Last week: 321.8 This week: 319.8 Change this week: -2.0 Overall change: -7.0
Read MoreAll is forgiven
Starting weight: 326.8 Last week: 326.8 This week: 321.8 Change this week: -5.0 Overall change: -5.0 Well, this is how it works in the first few weeks of a weight-loss program. Your weight drops, in spite of everything. Your momentary indiscretions, your midnight binges, your celebratory dinners at amazing, upscale restaurants are all forgiven and, in even the most piteous of cases, forgotten. It’s as though the universe wants to reward you for putting all of that aside and facing the weigh-in music. “Okay, so you weren’t perfect this week,” it coos. “But,...
Read MoreIt’s about time
Did everyone read this yet? Apparently fashion week in Spain is set to look very, very different this year. Organizers at Madrid’s big show are using BMI (by measuring the models’ height and weight) in an apparent attempt to: . . . project an image of beauty and health, rather than a waif-like, or heroin chic look. They’ll even have medics on hand the day of the show to weigh and measure, and any designer who doesn’t comply may face legal action. How serious are they? According to a related article, organizers have already turned away 30 women who worked the same...
Read MoreAnatomy of a binge
I’m not exactly sure what to do with this post, how long it may stay active, or if I will even publish it at all. For now, I’ll write in an attempt to be honest and to explore all elements of my relationship to food. But, I will type it with the bulk of the text beneath the cut. As with all binges, it was a combination of factors which led me there. The 9/11 memorials yesterday, during which I foolishly decided to watch CNN’s original 2001 coverage and relive the event. The upcoming wedding of a friend of mine, for which I am the coordinator, carries with it the monumental...
Read MoreDay one, illustrated
Day one, and the eating is easy. I have no delusions1 about this. Day one is always easy. The good news is that I didn’t swing too far to any kind of extreme today. I went to work, at regular but unplanned intervals I got a little hungry, and then I ate. It was as simple as that. I didn’t swing to one extreme (obsessively tracking, counting, and calculating) or the other (piously bemoaning my hunger and pitying myself for having to avoid cookies). The thing is that I didn’t have time this morning to compulsively pack a lunch and a dinner before I left for work. In the past,...
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