April 16th, 2012: Well wontcha lookee there, the scale tells me I dropped 3 lbs. overnight! I’m in the seventies at 278, but sometimes that scale tells me what I want to hear, then goes back on its word the next day. We’ll have to see. Either way, I’m tentatively in a new weight-decade.
Eating healthy is very expensive – up front. I doubt I could ever calculate what it’ll save me down the road in health-care costs, but I’m a believer. All I know is that it’s making my one life that I’ve been given the best it possibly can be. Doesn’t something irreplaceable have intrinsically more value than something renewable – like way fucking more? I can make more money, but I sure can’t make a new body or buy an additional life.
The reason why I was thinking and now writing about it is because I’m well aware how cheaper it would be to eat McDonald’s or something similar for every meal – every day. It’s not even a contest. I spend 5 or 6 times as much money following the program.
When I give me people an estimate of how much I’m currently spending on groceries, they just about shit their pants.
It used to give me a pause and a tiny shiver of self-doubt, but then I recover my senses and remember that in America, you generally get what you pay for. I KNOW I’m getting what I pay for – in spades. I guess you could quit eating entirely, go on a starvation protest against fat, then that might be cheaper. I doubt I’d have this kind of energy. You want something that works, get ready to pay for it.
I’m outta here – gonna’ go enjoy the sunshine with a 4-mile jog pushing my 2-year old in the jog stroller and being pushed by my German Shepherd dog, who is always waiting to go do some road work.
April 16th, 2020: Yesterday was supposed to be the deadline for filing your taxes. Covid-19 relief from the government has pushed that back – thankfully, because I know I’ll have to pay out of pocket (out the ass) way more $ than I have sitting around. I always screw up somehow and don’t get enough taken out, so I end up owing. Shit, if I could only apply the program’s methods to my finances. I mean, the basic premise is the same – save money (diet), make money (exercise).
I’m foreshadowing a bit here, because I’ve developed this cool way to account for calories on the program. If it was fine-tuned and ready to roll-out, I’d let you know all about it, but we’re not quite there yet.
Anyhow, let me say again about the program: monetarily, it’s expensive, as I pointed out in the April 16th post from 2012. However, I don’t believe I’ve purchased something cheap that lasted or even worked worth a damn while it did last. Have you? Seriously, cheap shit is just that – shit.
I’ve been burned with cheap shit from guns to trucks to guitars to exercise equipment, and even to beer and food. Hamm’s beer is the only beer that could end a session of drinking for me if it was all I could afford after previously blowing at least a hundred bones on finer spirits, such as Bud Light.
Here it’s the same, but “good” is relative to the gastronomer, and both quantitative and qualitative in nature. I’m no gastronome – I’d probably eat 2-week old cat shit if it was battered and deep-fried. My palette’s lust for deep-fried anything is certainly one of the reasons I ended up where I did on the scale in 2012. We had a Fry-Daddy, and for a while, I deep-fried everything. It was cheap and fucking delicious. I deep-fried stuff that was already deep-fried.
Before I rabbit-trail too much, I’ll end with this, and take up the subject more in-depth later. The Program is no bullshit, but to maintain my required diet, I’m forced to shell out an amount of money on groceries that’d likely make your eyes pop out-cho head. I have to though, I have yet to find any other way to lose weight that’s just so goddamn effective. I promise I’m trying to sift through the receipts and the research and the details and the minutiae to find some combinations of diets that don’t wreck the grocery budget, but this part is also still in the developmental stages.
