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BigAssSuperstar: Un-Weighted: Weeks Eighteen & Nineteen

Let's start out with the scale for week 19:

Start weight: 220 pounds
Last week: 210
This week: 208
Change: -2
Total loss: 12 pounds

Week 18 was steady at 210.

So, I have two weeks to recap here. First off, I was excited as heck to go shopping for some new clothes to wear on the bigass vacation to Ontario. We went to Old Navy a coupla days before the journey to seek out some new jeans and maybe a shirt or two.

Not only did I find two pairs of jeans I liked -- they're size 36! I haven't been a 36 since the 1990s. Hell, I was a 36 back in high school. My goal size, set out in Week Zero, was 36. And now I have size 36 jeans that fit, and fit comfortably. I've been a 40 or 42 for a long time, so this is quite a treat.

I wrote last time about skipping the chocolate milk and energy drink in the morning. That went alright for the week. I didn't entirely eliminate pop -- I had a couple of cans of Diet Pepsi during the week -- but cut way down.

But that's not to say my eating was completely good. In fact, it started to slide, with some icky consequences.

The company president was in town for a chat on the Wednesday, and I figured there would be sandwiches served to mark the occasion, thus negating the need for me to pack a lunch. No sammiches, so I headed across the street to Burger King to cash in my long-held Free Whopper Combo coupon. Didn't feel great later, but kept going. Friday the gang went out to karaoke at the Lion's Head. I arrived with a belly full of delicious basil chicken from Talay Thai, and consumed three beers. And I don't usually drink much beer. Saturday we went to the airport, and had Burger King again before take-off. Subway soup and half-sub on arrival at the hotel in Stratford. Prefaced by a beer at my sister's. Sunday started with an all-you-can-eat brunch at the hotel -- and honestly, I didn't eat a *lot*. Sunday dinner was Swiss Chalet quarter chicken with fries. Monday began with a chocolate chip muffin and chocolate milk from Tim Horton's, and later a steak sandwich with fries and onion rings at a Stratford pub. Oh, with beer. Tuesday, I think it was Tim's for breakfast again, and lasagna and salad at my sister's for dinner. Another beer. And I drank a Diet Pepsi at my mom and dad's place that had expired in August 2006.

Well, that was it. I didn't feel well. I went back to the hotel and felt nauseous.

I proceeded to vomit. Vomit, vomit, vomit. And on the third voluminous vomit, I think I caught the edge of the toilet rim and covered the floor of the bathroom with puke. I estimate 14 square feet of puke on the tile floor. It hit the walls of the shower, the tub, the bathmat, the walls, my arms and legs, and even the bathroom door. Then I puked some more. And shat all night.

Perhaps my body was telling me something: eat well and fell well. Eat poorly and feel rotten. What's astonishing is that I used to eat much worse than this on a regular basis. I felt like the guy in Supersize Me.

It took a few days to get my appetite back, and even then, it was a return to moderate consumption. Well, except for the wedding.

I'd figured I would have lost at least a few pounds through the ordeal, but two pounds off is enough.

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