Posted by Scratch
PITTSBURGH (FFD) - I am kind of torn on what to do here this week on the Football Fans Diet with my intermittent fasting approach to weight loss. It is Tuesday and I know Coach is pretty pissed off at me because Sunday was going fantastic and then I just trashed it.
I had a great freaking Monday, but I don’t think that will assuage him the pigheaded, ornery crotchety old bastard.
On Sunday, what started out to be a great day, all went to hell in a hand basket.
I essentially worked my ass off, jogged and ran almost 5 miles—only to see it all blow up within 4-hours of guzzling beer and then coming home and just chowing down on some bologna sandwiches like I was Godzilla feasting upon bologna skyscrapers.
This had to be the worst four hours of eating that I have embarked upon since I had started doing the intermittent fasting of 20 hours fasting with a 4-hour eating window—otherwise known as the Intermittent Fasting 20/4.
As result of my caloric cheating, I am changing something about my Daily Gameday Objective before Coach forces it down my throat.
Here is the big reveal: I will sign back up at the gym. Even though I didn’t go a whole lot last time I figured it is still only $10 a week. Hell, each night I go to the gym in the evening that is $10 that’s not going to go to the bar.
Are gyms a waste of money?
I guess in some weird way when I quit the gym membership a few months ago I never really fully replaced the social outlet the gym had provided. After all, every guy needs to step out of his castle and go frolic in the countryside—otherwise the offspring will drive them nuts. Instead of the gym, I popped in at the local bar more often, which isn’t really conducive to health.
What really opened my eyes was that Sunday, even though I was having a fun time with great friends, that I was willing—and I am not making this up—to engage in a breakdance fight with a friend of mine.
Yes, I was ready to breakdance fight. Nobody wants to see a 40-something-year-old white fat dude breakdance fight against another 40-something-year-dude.
Let’s pause for breakdance fight - ones folks will watch
Oh it was a great time at the bar, don’t get me wrong. We were playing old-school rap and just having a good time us bunch of white guys.
However, when I saw someone’s phone video of me and my friend ready to do a rap battle which we didn’t fully get into thankfully, I kind of realized that I am passed the point of just embarrassing myself but I have also ruined a really good healthy day.
An hour before the would-be break dance fight and beers, I was trotting around a five mile lake.
I guess I wanted to be the cool in-shape dude that can jog around the lake and then go have a hipster IPA with his other in-shape buddies.
That is not the bar scene I was at and that is not the man that I am.
You have middle-aged drunk white dudes ready to have a break dance fight. Think about that.
So what does that mean ultimately for me to get back on track? I know one bad day at the bar and eating, despite it being within my 4-hour eating window, is not going to totally ruin everything, but man, the scale was up like 6 or 7 pounds Monday morning, hence the 306 image on the box score for this week.
White Dude Middle Aged Breakdance Battle - Breakdance fights folks never want to see (or should see)
(In the video Scratch and Prophet are ready to square off. Mercifully, they both came to their senses).
So tonight I will head to the gym like I did last night. I am not totally convinced I need to penalize myself for not reaching a calorie limit during my eating window because well, hell, that is what the eating window is all about on intermittent fasting, right? Freedom from counting calories! Freedom from food.
Not so Slim Fast Fatso!
The best thing about time-restricted eating is you do not pay attention to calories. Therefore, if I agree to limit the beer, which I may lobby Coach about, he may agreed. You see I don’t necessarily want to throw the baby out with the beer for not counting calories.
It will be interesting to see what Coach will say during his Tuesday Pisser, I mean, eh, Presser. I guess I’ll find out soon enough. In the meantime, I have to practice finishing my windmill with a freeze—if I am every in a breakdance fight again, I aim to win.