I’m sure you’re all happy to hear that there will be no further poop talk here, except to say that the issue is no longer an issue. Weightwise:
Day 7: 301.6 lbs.
Day 8: 300.2 lbs. (so close!)
Day 9: 301.4 lbs.
It’s a fast day, so I’m hoping that tomorrow’s weigh-in will bring that mythical 2 I’ve been seeking.
Warning: Candid discussion of poop-related issues ahead. Those of a sensitive constitution should stop reading now.
So last night my stomach started hurting, and I had a pretty good idea what was at fault. Lack of pooping. I’ve gotten bound up like this a few times before, so I’m not blaming it on the fasting, but I certainly have been pooping less of late, and apparently my GI tract just decided to take some time off.
Anyway, my guts hurt, and I couldn’t get any relief; nothing at all was moving down there. So I ended up skipping dinner, and then getting out of bed at something like 2:30 AM and walking around town, hoping the physical activity would kickstart something, all to no avail.
This morning, I called in sick, as I’d gotten no sleep and was still hurting. I altered my fast rule for the day by allowing some prunes, as I considered them medicinal rather than foodstuffs. Later in the morning, I had a small amount of success with the pooping, and later got my hands on some milk of magnesia, and I think the unpleasantness is nearing an end. Thus ends the poop talk. Sorry about that.
Anyway, since I didn’t have any dinner last night, I decided to allow myself one meal today to make up for it; as I thought not eating four meals in a row might be a bit excessive. (The meal was lunch; Thai food.)
This morning’s weigh-in was 302.4 pounds. I’m so close to the line, but I think I probably won’t hit it until next week, after all this dietary chaos over the last 24 hours or so.
Today’s weigh-in gave me a result of 301.4 pounds. I think I can see 299.9 from here!
That’s my current goal; if I get from 320 to 299, I’ll have achieved something I can point to and say, “look at that weight I lost!” (Except I won’t really be able to point to it, because it’s not there any more, but you get the idea.) After I hit that goal, my new goal will be to get down to 275, and after that, to get to 250.
I’m telling myself I’m almost a third of the way to my final goal even though it’s not entirely accurate (20 pounds would put me closer to 29% of the way there) because it makes me feel good.
Today it said 304.4 lbs. I’m not dropping as fast as I did early on, but again, that’s to be expected. Today isn’t too bad; the hunger is more intense than I remember it being most days, but it’s still not to the point of making me want to gnaw off my arm or anything.
In the words of the Prince Regent from Blackadder III, “Breakfast! I could eat fourteen trays of it this morning and still have room for a dolphin on toast!”
304.2 lbs. today, sayeth the scale. Yesterday I was perhaps hungrier than any of my fast days to date, but even so, it still wasn’t all that bad. If I was busy doing something else, I didn’t notice it at all, but when I did notice it, it seemed a bit more obtrusive than normal. So this morning, I had a simply massive breakfast.
I’ll try not to overdo it with lunch and dinner; I’m excited to get that first digit down to a two instead of a three, and it just might be possible that it happens before the weekend (but I’ll try not to be too disappointed if it doesn’t).
I’m probably going to be posting less frequently this time ’round, just because the surprises are pretty well played out. But suffice it to say that I’ll be continuing the “nothing but water” regimen on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, and eating whatever I feel like on other days. I expect my weight loss will slow down at some point, as is typical, so I’ve steeled myself not to be too disappointed when it eventually happens.
After a massive Father’s Day steak-and-potatoes extravaganza last night, the scale this morning reported 306.4 pounds. Fasting today.
I have been utterly remiss in my failure to post this week. Suffice it to say that today is day 21, the end of my first experiment in weight loss. I skipped Monday’s down day and ate normally instead, but I did fast on Wednesday and Friday (water only; I never did end up needing to eat vegetables or anything on a fast day).
Final scale weight: 303.1 lbs.
My starting weight was 320.2 lbs, which means I’ve lost 17.1 lbs. in three weeks, and I don’t feel like I had to work hard or deny myself much at all; unlike other weight-loss attempts, this one got easier the longer it went. I’m declaring this an unmitigated success.
I’ll be starting my second 21 days tomorrow. I’m expecting that I’ll weigh something that starts with a “2″ by the end. Woohoo!
