3 Months...but not just for me.
Ok, so my blog up to now has been me, me, me. With a little of yous guys tossed in there. Welp, this time, there is something that has happened that needs a full blog entry to write about. So as you know, both Angela and I have been taking on this Atkins diet head on. I chose to be more vocal about my success, whereas my counterpart/fiance/future wifey, Angela, has kept it to herself, and just like the lil train that could, she just kept on choo-choo-choosing to kick the crap out of this diet herself. Well, while I was on vacation up in Maine...which I'll get into a little bit before the end of this entry, I received a telephone call from an excited woman. At first I thought it was Anne Hathaway calling me again after she dropped her boyfriend and realized all along that it's been me she's been having dreams about, but she didn't realize it til she drove past one of my "flex offs" (where I pose on street corners, not for money, but to brighten peoples days up) and that's when she put 2 and 2 together, and the calls haven't stopped. Oh, right, my fiance, sorry. So it turns out that it's Angela. She begins to tell me what weight she's at, and I start doing the math. Now, I've been in a relationship for 11 years, so I know what numbers I can give out, and what numbers I can't. Luckily, we're not at the "don't mention my age" stage yet, so I'm good there. But I'm not givin out weight's until we're at our goal weight.
What I CAN tell you, is precisely how much weight Angela has lost in the 3 months we've been on the Atkins diet. Ok....you ready? Seriously, you better be. Angela Rose, as of 3 months, has lost, officially 88 lbs. I shat a little when I finished doing the match, 20 minutes after she gave me the numbers. That's the equivolent of Paris Hilton in a wet jogging suit!! I still can't believe it. I mean, seriously 88 lbs., that's making an appearance on Jenny Jones, or some other shitty talk show, worthy.
But honestly, I couldn't be more proud of her. She's gone from needing chocolate every night, to scoffing at Lindt Chocolate Truffles commercia....mmmm lindt chocolate truff...sorry...sorry. She is unphased by anything/everything chocolate and/or with carbs/sugars. She's the one reason I didn't slip early on, on this diet. We used to order food everynight, and then drive to go get it. And when I say food, I mean FOOD. Like, wayyyy too much food, multiple-meal food...yeah...that bad. Now, we portion, and Angela plans out the meals every week. (every Thursday to be exact) She's Brady and I'm Moss, I just catch her passes, and I run with it, get touchdowns and the glory (my blog), then get assault charges brought up during the playoffs by some lonely dou.....wait...go too in character there. Regardless, you get the analogy. She sets up the play, and we execute, simply put.
But that's Angela's story, for now. She's showing no NO NO NO no signs of stopping, or even slowing down. Eventually, I'm going to be telling her to eat something because she's wasting away, and that's when we'll all realize we've been transfered over to Bizarro world, and this was all a tough yet wonderful dream. 88 lbs, god damnit...I had to say it one more time.
Now, as for this past weekend. Maine was fantastic. I went up with Ryan, Kevin, Brian, Matt, Bouff, Mike and of course the birthday boy himself, Lil Joey Tilton. The weather was altogether good, not beach going weather, but good. We caught a great Radiohead cover band, playing OK Computer all the way through, plus a couple others. The following day, we played frisbee golf, like they did in days of yore. Back when they played with their shields and the goal was a stick with a torso on it. This was the first, and only time, I saw a Mountain Dew machine in the middle of the woods. I guess sometimes you just need to get EXTREME and do the Dew, no matter where you are. That night, we went out and I danced up against Kevin so hard. I felt like we connected...emotionally. The reason I wrote this part was to explain what NOT to do...I'm sorry, to be more specific where NOT to eat.
MEXICAN FOOD!!
Oh my dear lord. If there's one smell that will make you willing to choke a newborn for a bite of it, it's Mexican food. Especially this place. It was as if they took every vent in the place and focused it directly on me. For a good portion of the meal, I spent some time smelling my hand, so I wouldn't smell the food. The way my good friend Bouff (comic book guru) put it was "It's like putting me (Bouff - Comic fanatic) in front of Stan Lee and wasn't allowed to ask him anything." Food was my crack for a while, so that statement couldn't have been more true. Regardless, I made it through it, and drowned myself in Vodka tonics the rest of the night to forget that I was hungry. haha.
SO, no other news on me, just on Angela.
88 POUNDS!!
Sorry, had to say it one more time.
What I CAN tell you, is precisely how much weight Angela has lost in the 3 months we've been on the Atkins diet. Ok....you ready? Seriously, you better be. Angela Rose, as of 3 months, has lost, officially 88 lbs. I shat a little when I finished doing the match, 20 minutes after she gave me the numbers. That's the equivolent of Paris Hilton in a wet jogging suit!! I still can't believe it. I mean, seriously 88 lbs., that's making an appearance on Jenny Jones, or some other shitty talk show, worthy.
But honestly, I couldn't be more proud of her. She's gone from needing chocolate every night, to scoffing at Lindt Chocolate Truffles commercia....mmmm lindt chocolate truff...sorry...sorry. She is unphased by anything/everything chocolate and/or with carbs/sugars. She's the one reason I didn't slip early on, on this diet. We used to order food everynight, and then drive to go get it. And when I say food, I mean FOOD. Like, wayyyy too much food, multiple-meal food...yeah...that bad. Now, we portion, and Angela plans out the meals every week. (every Thursday to be exact) She's Brady and I'm Moss, I just catch her passes, and I run with it, get touchdowns and the glory (my blog), then get assault charges brought up during the playoffs by some lonely dou.....wait...go too in character there. Regardless, you get the analogy. She sets up the play, and we execute, simply put.
But that's Angela's story, for now. She's showing no NO NO NO no signs of stopping, or even slowing down. Eventually, I'm going to be telling her to eat something because she's wasting away, and that's when we'll all realize we've been transfered over to Bizarro world, and this was all a tough yet wonderful dream. 88 lbs, god damnit...I had to say it one more time.
Now, as for this past weekend. Maine was fantastic. I went up with Ryan, Kevin, Brian, Matt, Bouff, Mike and of course the birthday boy himself, Lil Joey Tilton. The weather was altogether good, not beach going weather, but good. We caught a great Radiohead cover band, playing OK Computer all the way through, plus a couple others. The following day, we played frisbee golf, like they did in days of yore. Back when they played with their shields and the goal was a stick with a torso on it. This was the first, and only time, I saw a Mountain Dew machine in the middle of the woods. I guess sometimes you just need to get EXTREME and do the Dew, no matter where you are. That night, we went out and I danced up against Kevin so hard. I felt like we connected...emotionally. The reason I wrote this part was to explain what NOT to do...I'm sorry, to be more specific where NOT to eat.
MEXICAN FOOD!!
Oh my dear lord. If there's one smell that will make you willing to choke a newborn for a bite of it, it's Mexican food. Especially this place. It was as if they took every vent in the place and focused it directly on me. For a good portion of the meal, I spent some time smelling my hand, so I wouldn't smell the food. The way my good friend Bouff (comic book guru) put it was "It's like putting me (Bouff - Comic fanatic) in front of Stan Lee and wasn't allowed to ask him anything." Food was my crack for a while, so that statement couldn't have been more true. Regardless, I made it through it, and drowned myself in Vodka tonics the rest of the night to forget that I was hungry. haha.
SO, no other news on me, just on Angela.
88 POUNDS!!
Sorry, had to say it one more time.
