Big Fat Friday: Chapter 3

Last week someone asked me if I could maybe name this project something other than Big Fat Friday. I assume their reasoning was that they wanted me to avoid offending anyone. No one wants to be told they're fat.

Well guess what? I'm fat. I've gained fifteen pounds in the two years since I ran a marathon, and I'm a hell of a lot slower. Or maybe we should name it There's Nothing Wrong Here At All, Move Along Please, You All Look Just as Good as You Think You Do Friday. Well if that's true, then you don't need us. Go be pretty and perfect somewhere else. It can't possibly be you, your pants must be lying.

This brings me to perhaps the only valuable thing I've ever learned watching early season episodes of American Idol. Imagine the pain and anguish you can save your dear tone-deaf friends if you just tell them that their singing sucks ass and that they should only do it alone in the desert. Into a pillow. With rocks in their mouth. Oh sure, it'll sting a little at first, but the truth'll set 'em loose, or loosen their pants, or something like that.

So you're here because you need to be here. Big whoop. It doesn't make you a bad person. It just means you're in bad shape. You're a hearty eater who doesn't know when to stop. It's ok that it's not ok. If you tough this out for a couple of years with me, you'll chuckle when you look back at your irresistible body in the mirror and say, "I love Big Fat Friday".

Weight
Still no scale. Hopefully I'll be pleasantly surprised when I finally buy one.
1/20/2008 (Update): Got the scale today. I'm at 175lbs/79kg.

Workouts

Date	Workout	Time	Distance (Miles)	Calories
1/12/2008	Running	42:51	3.5	529
1/14/2008	Running	19:28	1.64	247
1/15/2008	Weights (upper)
1/17/2008	Running	36:49	3.06	461
1/18/2008	Weights (upper)

The treadmill crapped out on the fourteenth, but it seems ok now. I hope it at least holds out until it's warm enough to run outside again. Here's to another good week!