W321 D4

Day 4 Potatoes - weight 318.6 (started 331)

Well... I wasn't sure what to expect... and for me, that's a big deal. Change sucks and making a change is worse. I don't like it at all. 

The basic plan for me

I drink 12-16 ounces of cold water an hour - so I get up and fill my glass and then drink it when I have to pee.

When I'm hungry - I wash and thinly slice some potatoes (4small or whatever I think is a good amount) and eat til I'm done...whatever that may be.

I do my basic walking and moving around the house and up and down the stairs etc

The good parts:

I've gone from 51-inch waist to 49.5. My migraines are still present, but not as rampant as they were. I still wear sunglasses to work on my computer (even with medication, screen exposure, brightness, color, etc) but I can take them off and not be like a vampire in daylight. I don't have a constant runny nose. I have what I'd expect from taking an allergy medication - minor annoyance from my URI every once in a while, but mostly clear passages. I haven't snored in 2 days. I have chronically snored for 16 years. So bad the kids have said that they can hear me in their rooms across the house... no snoring at all. I don't have the excess phlegm after eating - I'd eat and cough a lot. I have some sort of carbohydrate intolerance/SIBO something. none of that. My body doesn't feel like it has the flu all of the time. I have a bit more energy. I sleep well. I haven't had any cravings yet. I had a minor one yesterday where I wanted part of a hamburger... but when I ate the potato it was like having hamburger helper just the potatoes so it went away pretty quick.

The bad parts:

there aren't many, but there are a few. My brain can be awake and tired - sluggish. It's not used to not having any caffeine at all. There was a year and a half where it didn't have Coke but did have tea. So it takes a little bit for it to get over the hump of being tired in the morning... once it does then it's good. I'm told that over time this will pick up and be much faster to overcome.

For the first time in decades, I've thought about wearing nice clothes again and giving a shit about how I dress. I don't care about how I look. Not because I'm fat, but because I don't. I dress for me. However, it makes it more difficult when you buy something and then get fatter and those clothes don't fit... so I'm looking forward to fitting into clothes again.

I also have energy that I didn't think I'd have. Bring on the next weeks.

W321

As for things I've done - I could go out on a limb and say I've done a lot of the crazy things out there. I know one inevitable truth. Fatness will kill me if I don't make a change.

This weekend sucked ass. Like royally.

If you've been following this blog... and idk why you would have unless you're a russian spambot or russian twitter troll but let's say a real person has been reading this blog then you know about the ups and downs of my weight - that's the whole purpose of the blog.

Three weeks ago, I started having some fluid build up in my feet and ankles. I wasn't worried, just elevated them... but no change. Went on vacation and no change despite walking. Came back, no change. Then last Thursday a cough. Friday cough worsened and when I laid down fluid. I figured with the phlegm and productive cough probably a URI with excessive fluid buildup... no bigs. I went to urgent care saturday because friday night i was awake all night coughing. Urgent Care... well, I waited forever for them to say "go to the ER we think you have CHF" I don't have CHF. in march I was cleared of CHF. I have excessive fluid, my heart is fine. "go to the ER we'll call them"

I go to the ER... they didn't care that someone called. I waited with everyone else. I wasn't a fucking rush, I could've waited at my doctor's office or a goddamned taco bell. take a number, we'll page a table vibrator thing when we're ready for you.  So, I wanted some help for a URI to quit fucking coughing, and I was in the ER because some fucknut wouldn't listen and thought my heart was dying even though I fucking knew better. 9:30am to 4:30pm - the doctor said the same fucking thing I did. he prescribed Lasix for the water then sent me on my way (after the blood work, an xray, and exam of course).

At this time... I'm tired of being fat... again. More than normal. I've been fat for a while. I was done at 270, but apparently not done enough. Getting out of the hospital in april 2017 wasn't done enough. I gained 50 pounds in a few weeks and my diet was fucking perfect. I don't know how that fucking happens but fuckoff world. Eat right, workout right, gain 50 fucking pounds... fuck you. Eat like shit, don't workout, and don't gain weight... that's how the year since has been.

But I'm tired of being 331 pounds. I get winded walking up stairs. I get winded changing my underwear. On vacation I walked 5 miles a day. I liked it. I had to stop every 1/4 mile or less because my lower back hurt or my feet or legs hurt. I'm too heavy to be walking. I'm too heavy to be sitting - my legs are filling with fluid because I sit all day. I'm just too heavy. I can't ride my motorcycle for too long because it compresses my lower spine causing the most painful experience when I stand up and then rides after that are the worst. So last week after we got home I decided I was going to lose weight.

At the ER I'd been reading Presto! if potatoes worked for Penn then why not... Fat is going to kill me one day - I might as well get rid of the last 15 years and do it now. I'm going to die by fat or I'm going to die some other way. I'd rather die trying than not wake up. And right now my heart appears to be healthy enough to try something so ... fuck it I'm a CroNut.

Just potatoes, and water for 14 days