What's The Plan, My Man?

Well, what's my schtick with this blog? Well, I'm not your average 19-year-old c-u-next-tuesday who needs to lose 10 pounds so she can go to Daytona on spring break.

I'm a mid-thirties (uck) professional man/guy/dude who works for a ginormous company in a moderately-sized cubicle in the middle of dilbertworld. There aren't a whole lot of fat dude weight loss blogs out there. I checked. And for those that are there, they likely will be selling you HGH or Cialis or speed or something.

In fact, my 35th birthday is a mere 10 days away. Time to get thin. No more Mr. Nice (read: fat) Guy. It's put up or shut up time. Shit or get off the pot. Make or break. You get the point.

What's the plan? Well, I'm doing Weight Watchers. That's right. They are getting my $16.95/month for online access to some graphs, the "secret" formula, and a fairly buggy website. But if i get thin, it would be all worth it.

What's the goal? Well, my minimum ideal weight is like 137 pounds. What the fuck??? Last time I weighed that I was 11. I'm not a massive lard-ass, mind you. But still. Doesn't bone structure count for something? Well, the top of my "ideal" range is 170 so that's what I'm shooting for. I figure I will be so much better off 62 pounds lighter that when I get there, I can decide to go further if need be. Time to make the doughnuts! (Ouch. Bad metaphor there. Note to self: delete that one from the memory banks.)