So I started a diet the two weeks ago. My wife's got me on it and, let me tell you, as reluctant as I've always been to such practices (c'mon, man, I like to eat), but after reviewing some recent photos and my widening shadow (people can freaking picnic in my shadow now), I decided to finally step up with my wife by my side and shed some freaking pounds.
My daily eating schedule:
Two eggs, no salt.
Half an orange.
Two cups of coffee (hey, I need my caffeine).
Grilled chicken, no salt.
Taco meat, no salt.
Two corn tortillas.
Homemade salsa (onion, cilantro, tomato, jalepeno, garlic).
During the course of the day, NO COKES, NO SWEETS, NO SALTS, NO EATING AFTER 7PM, EXERCISE IN THE EVENING, 120 OZ OF WATER.
First week I lost down to 8 pounds, but netted 5 pounds lost. This week, I'm down to 228 from 240. That's in two weeks. Never thought it was possible, but I'm actually kicking serious ass. At this rate, I'll weigh 210 in about 6 weeks--a weight I haven't seen since about 16 years old. We'll see. I won't lie, it's tough as hell, but I've gotten my kicks over the last 28 years so 8 weeks of intense dieting can't be that tough.
Gary Busey ain't got nuttin' on me. I'm the Willie Aames of this muddah.