Less Sleaze – Week 0

Saturday 3 October 2009

A quick theological lesson. Genesis, Chapters 2 and 3:

Chapter 2

1 Thus the heavens and the earth were finished, and all the host of them.

2 And on the seventh day God ended his work which he had made; and he rested on the seventh day from all his work which he had made.

3 And God blessed the seventh day, and sanctified it as a day to put your feet up and to take easy, and to perhaps go have a beer in the afternoon to rest from all his work which he created and made.

4 And then God realised he was talking to himself and felt silly, and so the LORD God formed man of the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man became a living soul.

5 And the LORD God planted a garden eastward in Eden; and there he put the man whom he had formed.

6 And out of the ground made the LORD God to grow every tree that is pleasant to the sight, and good for food; and the tree of life also in the midst of the garden.

7 And the LORD God took the man, and put him into the garden of Eden and commanded the man, saying, Of every tree of the garden thou mayest freely eat:

8 But of the tree of the knowledge, thou shalt not eat of it: for in the day that thou eatest thereof thou shalt surely die.

9 And Adam said unto the LORD God, Why not, they look pretty yummy, what are they, apples?

10 And the LORD God said unto Adam, Look bud, I’m the boss around here and I just said thou shalt not eatest, so don’t, you got it? Or you’re out on your ear.

11 And Adam said unto the LORD God, All right, all right, keep your robe on. Gees, are you always like this?

12 And the LORD God said unto Adam, Wait till we get to the bit about Gomorrah, And Adam was then silent.

13 And the LORD God was pleased and said, It is not good that the man should be alone; I will make him a helper comparable to him.

14 And out of the ground the LORD God formed every beast of the field, and every fowl of the air; and brought them unto Adam to see what he would call them: and whatsoever Adam called every living creature, that was the name thereof.

15 And Adam gave names to all cattle, and to the fowl of the air, and to every beast of the field; but for Adam there was not found a help to meet for his extra special needs, if you get my drift, though he had been eyeing off the goat.

16 And the LORD God from Adam took one of his ribs, and closed up the flesh instead thereof.

17 And Adam said, Ow, that hurt.

18 And the LORD God said, Oh, don’t be such a baby.

19 And Adam put his hands on his hips and said, Well, I wouldst not think that was hardly surprising considering you only invented me, what, twenty minutes ago.

20 And the LORD God said, Look, I haven’t got time for this, Here, I’ve made you something, go argue with that. And the rib, which the LORD God had taken from man, made he a woman, and brought her unto the man. And Adam said, This shall be called Woman, because she was taken out of Man.

22 And Woman said: Have you taken the bins out yet? And Adam realised he had been told off by his wife, and though were not ashamed, he was more than a little annoyed.

Chapter 3

1 Now the serpent was more clever than any beast of the field which the LORD God had made. And he said unto the woman, Yea, hath ye eaten of every tree of the garden?

2 And the woman said unto the serpent, God hath said, We may eat of the fruit of the trees of the garden but not of the fruit of the tree which is in the midst of the garden.

3 And the serpent said unto the woman, Well, that’s pretty silly, don’t you think, for that is an apple tree and apples are really good for you.

4 And the woman said unto the serpent, You don’t say? Please, tell me more.

5 And the serpent said, Well, for starters apples are an excellent source of fibre. They are also high in antioxidants, in fact, gram for gram, apples have higher antioxidant capacity than red grapes, strawberries and oranges.

6 And the woman said, Really? I did not knowst that, do go on.

7 And the serpent said, Recent studies have suggested that apples can help lower the risk of heart disease, control weight gain, and even fight cancer.

8 And the woman said unto the serpent, Sorry, did you say control weight gain?

9 And the serpent said, Oh yeah, apples are great for that. The skin is good roughage, and being high in fibre eating apples acts as an appetite suppressant as they help fill you up.

10 And the woman said unto the serpent, Oh, that is just so totally what I need, And the woman took of the fruit thereof, and did eat, and gave also unto her husband with her; and he did eat.

11 And the eyes of them both were opened, and at once they knew how healthy apples were for you; and they sewed fig leaves together, and made themselves aprons and filled their pockets with more apples from the tree.

12 And they heard the voice of the LORD God walking in the garden in the cool of the day: and the LORD God called unto Adam, and said unto him, What’s that you got there?

13 And he said, It’s an apple from that tree, you know, the one in the midst of the garden.

14 And the LORD God said, Hang on, didn’t I tell you not to eat of that tree? I’m sure I recall I specifically commanded thee that thou shouldest not eat of that tree.

15 And the man said, It was the woman whom thou gavest to be with me, And the woman said, Yeah, great one dobber.

16 And the LORD God rubbed his temples and said unto the woman, What is this that thou hast done? And the woman said, I had askst the serpent Dost this fig leaf make my bum lookst big? And the snake suggested I include apples as part of my daily diet.

17 And the LORD God said unto the serpent, Tony, why dost thou go and do that? You know I told them not to eat of that tree.

18 And the snake said unto the LORD God, Gees Man, what’s your problem? Apples are good for them. They’re healthy, easy to transport and easy to store. What’s the big deal?

19 And the LORD God said, Yeah but.

20 And the snake interrupted unto the LORD God, Yeah but nothing. And the best thing is that they are the ideal weight loss tool. An apple every couple of hours throughout the day and whammo no more cravings for chocolate and potato chips. They are Nature’s answer to the Milky Way bar.

21 And the LORD God looked testy and said unto the snake, Look, you just don’t get it, do you? How am I supposed to keep in charge around here if I don’t go and set a few ground rules? And the more pointless the rule the more they have to go along with it out of faith. You get it now?

22 And the serpent said unto the LORD God, Oh, I see your point now, sorry that I said anything, Carry on, just pretend I’m not here.

23 And the LORD God said, Thank you. Now if you will excuse me I have to go punish those other two. And the LORD God did rub his hands together with glee.

24 And the snake said, Gees God you can be a real prick sometimes, But he didst not say it very loud.

–+–

One last time: 84.2

Week
10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 Sleaze
87.3 86.3 85.2 85.8 86.0 85.0 86.0 86.5 85.2 87.3 86.7
-1.0 -1.1 +0.6 +0.2 -1.0 +1.0 +0.5 -1.3 +2.1 -0.6
-1.0 -2.1 -1.5 -1.3 -2.3 -1.3 -0.8 -2.1 -0.6

Well, there you go then; at least I ended up less that what I started. And what lessons did I learn from this exercise? Two things:

  1. That documenting attempts at weight loss can be really tedious, no matter what Magda Szubanski says.
  2. Apples are good for you.

(That’s all he learnt?)

Anyway, it’s a typical Sleaze day outside – windy, overcast, and occasionally raining. Death, taxes and a wet Sleaze night. I’ve now got all the pieces for my costume including a cheap tennis racket, which I’m particularly happy with to give that perfect finishing touch. I’ve still to shave and shower and all that sort of thing, but it’s not even noon and BC and I won’t be going till at least 10. And don’t worry, there will be photos.

What to do till then? Wedding invite? University script? Nah. Think I’ll go watch How to Succeed in Business Without Really Trying and have a nap instead.


Less Sleaze – Week 1

Saturday 26 September 2009

I’m afraid to admit I nearly forgot about this entry, but they probably goes to show how disheartening this has all been. Not so much an experiment, but a horrible realisation.

This week I gave up more than usual and have enjoyed a very alcoholic Thursday (school nights are always the best night to go out), and so I was in desperate need of a Subway footlong toasted Pizza Sub and a bottle of Coke Zero the next day. Last night I comfort fooded (a new verb there: to comfort food – the act of eating yummy carbohydrate or sugar rich foods to encourage mental well-being) on chillied spag bol. I did have a pizza earlier in the week, and while I type this I’m sucking down my first beer for the night. So I’m sure the scales will not be kind, but after nine weeks of this tedium I no longer care.

I’ve spent the day with Mark picking up the last pieces for my Sleaze costume. More next week – as well as the last entry in this series, thank Gods – but as a little hint, considering the party’s theme is “Game On”, think John Newcombe. Actually, that sort of right gives it away, doesn’t it?

–+–

Get it over and done with, shall we?: 87.3

Week
10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 Sleaze
87.3 86.3 85.2 85.8 86.0 85.0 86.0 86.5 85.2 87.3
-1.0 -1.1 +0.6 +0.2 -1.0 +1.0 +0.5 -1.3 +2.1
-1.0 -2.1 -1.5 -1.3 -2.3 -1.3 -0.8 -2.1

That’s brilliant, I’m back where I started. This whole two months have been a complete waste of time.

Well, fuck it then. I’ll have another beer.


Less Sleaze – Week 2

Saturday 19 September 2009

I’ve worked it out, I’ve worked it out, I finally know why I haven’t lost – frankly – any weight over these last nine weeks. I’ve been walking home three to four times a week and mostly being careful with how much I eat and drink (mostly), but have so far only been able to drop a whole ONE BLOODY KILO! But now I know why and it makes so much sense I’m amazed I didn’t realise it earlier. The reason why I’m not loosing the pounds is because I’m dating a feeder!

It happened like this: Last Sunday Beautiful Creature (who shall for now on be only known as “BC”) and I were sitting in the Westfield Parramatta food court, enjoying our Muffin Break coffees – you can’t say that the two of us don’t know how to party! We’re sipping flat whites and nibbling on egg and bacon pie (me) and double extra rich chocolate brownie (he). My E&B pie was lovely and savoury, just the thing for a quick and easy breakfast, and BC’s brownie was lavishly rich with gooey chocolate icing perfectly decorated with a single walnut. BC’s offer for a taste was greatly accepted but it was the yummy pie that was doing it for my taste buds that morning. It wasn’t long before I had cleaned my plate complete of pie and flaky crumbs. BC was only halfway through his choccy treat.

He put down his fork. “Sweetie, why don’t you finish this?”

‘Thanks hon,” I said. “I’m pretty good.”

“No,” BC replied, pushing his plate towards me, “You should finish this.”

I shook my head and smiled. “That’s ok, I’m pretty full, but thank you.” I took another gulp of my coffee, which actually wasn’t that bad considering it was made by a scrunchie-wearing 12 year old.

BC put down his cup with a slight thud. He turned his shoulders slightly towards me. “No, Clyde,” he said, “I want you to finish this.” He picked up his fork and placed it in my hand. And so, more out of politeness than desire, I took a little slice of the brownie and ate it, making lots of “mmmm” noises. I put the fork back down.

“Ooo, I’m full now. That was delicious!” I said sitting back in my chair and patting my tummy.

‘But you haven’t finished it,” said BC, and he pushed the plate over further.

Well, by now I feared for my own safety. I tried to make eye contact with the Muffin Break assistant who was cleaning away cups at a nearby table, but she was too concerned with soaking up a small pool of spilt coffee to notice. Another customer smiled politely back before moving herself, her shopping trolley, her baby pusher, and her five other children to a further away table. I realised I was alone.

BC stared, grinning at me. I could see flints of madness in the corners of his eyes. I smiled back but I knew that I had lost the war. I picked up the tainted fork and heaped the remainder of the over-sweet sweet – walnut and all – into my mouth. I chewed slowly, the chocolatey icing oozing down my throat, then swallowed. Traces of the cake coated my mouth and my tongue licked madly searching to eliminate any stubborn crumbs. I washed the remaining traces of the brownie down with the rest of my coffee.

BC smiled. He lightly squeezed my thigh before moving his hand higher and patting me on the tummy. He leant closer towards me. “I like it when you eat,” he said, and gave my belly a little rub.

Then he walked me down to the train station and I went home.

–+–

Scales. Let’s see: 85.2.

Week
10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 Sleaze
87.3 86.3 85.2 85.8 86.0 85.0 86.0 86.5 85.2
-1.0 -1.1 +0.6 +0.2 -1.0 +1.0 +0.5 -1.3
-1.0 -2.1 -1.5 -1.3 -2.3 -1.3 -0.8 -2.1

(You may get the impression that I’m pretty much over this and just going through the motions. To that all I can say is: shame on you for being so astute!)


Less Sleaze – Week 3

Saturday 12 September 2009

It’s nice to know that old habits die hard.

Trawling through some old bits of writing I’d done I came across this, dated November 2005:

Soup

In one of my many half-hearted attempts to loose a bit of tummy I started a detox style diet where you basically eat nothing but carrot and celery soup. Every day you fill yourself to you burst on your homemade carrot and celery soup, treating yourself to the occasional apple or floret of broccoli, and even, when you’ve been very good on Day 5, to a nice piece of steamed fish. For seven days you follow this diet and at the end of the week the weight will have simply fallen away!

Eight hours into this adventure I discovered the unnerving fact that I hate carrot and celery soup. To award myself for sticking to the diet for a whole half day, I’m having a dinner of dips, cheese and dolmades on sesame water cracker biscuits. Somehow I think, once again, I’ve missed the point…

Ah, you see Clyde – old habits; old, old habits!

On that note, I weighed myself this morning before going out (I went to a baby’s naming ceremony – lots of nummy food) and have just jumped on the scales again. Both measurements were the same: 86.5.

Week
10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 Sleaze
87.3 86.3 85.2 85.8 86.0 85.0 86.0 86.5
-1.0 -1.1 +0.6 +0.2 -1.0 +1.0 +0.5
-1.0 -2.1 -1.5 -1.3 -2.3 -1.3 -0.8

You know, this on-going series gets more and more tedious ever week.

Stay tuned for the next exciting adventure!!!…


Less Sleaze – Week 7

Saturday 15 August 2009

A slothful week, the last one. Ate way too much greasy food. Besides yoga and the stairs at work no additional exercise… well, I did walk home twice from the pub.

Ah yes, the pub. How many drinks last night? I don’t remember. I think there was also a kebab on the way home; I’ve only the remnants of the wrapper and some shredded cheese as evidence. At least I didn’t go iTunes shopping again…

Not expecting good results. I won’t be surprised if I’ve gone the other way. So, a bowl of cereal, a banana, and a shower later, I step on the scales: 85.8.

Week
10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 Sleaze
87.3 86.3 85.2 85.8
-1.0 -1.1 +0.6
-1.0 -2.1 -1.5

Ah. Well, no surprise really. Better luck next week, hey?


Less Sleaze – Week 8

Saturday 8 August 2009

Built up the incidental exercise this week. Did the stairs at work whenever I needed to get about, though I have yet to start taking the stairs the nine floors all the way up (When I have I usually need most of the afternoon to recover). I walked home three times – once from uni and twice from work. I also undertook my first two yoga classes.

Pity that it’s on so early in the morning; who knew that there were two 6.30s in the day! The good thing is the class is two minutes walk from my place so I really don’t have to get out of bed till ten minutes before. It’s true though, once you’re up and about it’s quite a nice time to be up and about. The sky is the deep luminous blue of a Papilio ulysses, and besides the drunk arguing with himself on the zebra crossing (right outside my building, thank you) the only people about are those with real jobs – garbos, plumbers, and the like.

In the class there is me, three post menopausal aged women, and a GenY who kept complaining that her feet where cold. Wednesday’s teacher was one of those ultra skinny creatures in black tights who did not as such talk but breathed her instructions. “Full inhalation, full exhalation,” she repeated constantly. Friday’s was taught by a chunkier woman who kept telling us off for not having our feet in the right position. Actually, she pushed us to hold the stretches longer so I preferred her class. Both of them, though, would get just a little too thrilled when you did something right. “Good, gooooooood!” they would squeal once you’d managed to tuck your sitting bone under, turn on your kneecaps, spread your toes, drop your shoulders, open up your front groin, and rotate your head to the sun. People get excited about some of the strangest things.

(Incidentally, I had a quick chat with a couple of the doctors and physiotherapists at work and they have all ensured me that there is no such thing as a sitting bone. They were also a little concerned with the idea of a front groin; I mean, is there any other type?)

Actually, I really enjoyed it and I think I was pretty good at it too. I’m not interested in all the spiritualism behind it, and the pictures of the old dudes bent over backwards with their heads up their backsides are a little unsettling, but I could feel the stretches were doing me good. Can’t say that I broke into a sweat or anything but a little limberness could never go astray.

Right, the scales. Let’s give them a go: 85.2.

Week
10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 Sleaze
87.3 86.3 85.2
-1.0 -1.1
-1.0 -2.1

That’s brilliant! Slow easy steps. With a bit more walking, being a bit easier with the beer, and keeping to a sensible diet I’ll definitely be in the 70s by Sleaze Ball.


Less Sleaze – Week 9

Saturday 1 August 2009

One week down and besides resisting the chocolate Freddos at work, what have I done?

Well, looked at some websites, for a start, to see if I can get a grip of this weight loss challenge. It seems that half the entire world are in some way trying to loose weight, most of them in the United States. It did dawn on me at one point that if half the population of the USA, which according to the US Census is 307,052,399, swapped places with the most starving in Africa, which has at a rough guess a total population of 680,000,000, then all the world’s weight problems would be solved! I’ll mention it to Obama next time he calls (he and I are like THAT!).

If you distil all the information on all the pages (today on Google the words “weight loss tips” brought up 34,600,000 results) two things shine out above all the droll. While my search provided tips that were fast, successful, healthy, or easy, they all boil down to two things: Eat Less and Move More.

Yikes! Two of my most hated ideas!

A common thought amongst sites, especially the sensible ones that don’t involve pills or crazy diets, is to first write a food diary, listing everything you eat in one week. So I did that. I also listed what additional moving I did throughout the week. Considering that I have been eating healthier than normal, and watching portion control and all that sort of thing, I thought the results were interesting:

Saturday

Breakfast:

  • None

Lunch:

  • 600ml percolated coffee

Dinner:

  • 2 pieces garlic bread
  • large serve of garden/greek hybrid salad
  • bottle red (shiraz)
  • 1 gourmet pizza (mixed slices)
  • 1 schooner Tooheys New White Stag (low-carb)

Exercise:

  • I’m too polite to tell you.

Sunday

Breakfast:

  • None

Lunch:

  • 200ml percolated coffee
  • 600ml lite milk
  • 3 dim sims:

Dinner:

  • Spag bol

Exercise:

  • Got out of bed, didn’t I?

Monday

Breakfast:

  • 200ml percolated coffee

Lunch:

  • piece of home made honeycomb (num!)
  • Large skim flat white T/A
  • Spag bol
  • herbal tea

Dinner:

  • Roasted vegetables in balsamic vinegar and canola oil, being: brussels sprouts, chat potatoes, (head? stick?) cob of corn, red onions, and cherry tomatoes
  • 400ml lite milk

Exercise:

  • Took the stairs the 9 floors when I went and got the coffees. Walked home from the station past my normal stop (15 minutesish)

Tuesday

Breakfast:

  • 200ml percolated coffee
  • bread roll with peanut butter

Lunch:

  • Large skim flat white T/A
  • Spag bol
  • herbal tea
  • 1 banana

Dinner:

  • 200g brussels sprouts roasted in balsamic vinegar… oh and 3 schooners of Blonde low carb beer
  • 200ml lite milk

Exercise:

  • Walked to and from the pub, didn’t I?

Wednesday

Breakfast:

  • 200ml percolated coffee
  • bread roll with peanut butter

Lunch:

  • Large skim flat white T/A
  • Spag bol
  • herbal tea
  • 2 bananas

Dinner:

  • 3 dim sims

Exercise:

  • Walked down the 9 floors twice. Walked home from work – that should count big time.

Thursday

Breakfast:

  • 200ml percolated coffee
  • Bowl cereal (a mix of sultana bran, all bran and honey wheat puffs with lite milk)

Lunch:

  • Large skim flat white T/A
  • Spag bol (last one thank Gods)
  • herbal tea
  • 2 bananas

Dinner:

  • Chicken Kiev with 600ml mashed sweet potato and a large splash of pasta sauce mixed with extra hot chilli sauce
  • 200ml lite milk

Exercise:

  • Did the stairs twice at work. Fought the urge to go to the pub so all that resistance must count for something.

Friday

Breakfast:

  • 200ml percolated coffee
  • Bowl cereal

Lunch:

  • 2 bananas
  • Large skim flat white T/A
  • herbal tea
  • Subway footlong Pizza sub

Dinner:

  • Crumbed fish with the sweet potato mash and sauce idea from yesterday (when you’re on a good thing…)
  • A mug (that’s right – a mug) of nasty cask red

Exercise:

  • Stairs

Throughout all this I was also drinking lots of water – straight from the tap at work (well, not STRAIGHT from the tap as that would unhygenic) and mixed with tropical punch cordial at home. I’m sure the cordial is screaming with sugars and kilojoules but I don’t care!

What I thought was interesting is that I’m not really eating a huge amount. The spag bol was probably the heaviest meal, everything else are chocked up with vegetables. I have made a huge effort to lay off the booze too, especially considering I’m going out tonight for a big one, but I worked out that even a low cal schooner is about 535 kilojoules. Considering the recommended kj intact for someone attempting weight loss is somewhere around the 7600kj mark, 14 schooners of low cal beer is your total collection for the day, or 11 full-cal beers (about 680kj each)! That’s pretty alarming, but it’s probably more alarming that I could seriously consider knocking over 14 beers in a night.

So, the Saturday Weigh In. I’ve had breakfast (200ml percolated coffee and a bananananana) and a shower, so let’s try out those scales: 86.3

Wow! That’s a whole kilogram less than last week. I’m on schedule and I’ve pretty much done nuffin!

Week
10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 Sleaze
87.3 86.3
-1.0
-1.0

This week I’ve signed up to a month long series of yoga classes. For the next month, every Wednesday and Friday morning, I’ll be Helloing the Sun or Stretching the Dog or whatever it is these macrobiotic people do. In all honesty I only chose the class for two very simple reasons: 1) It’s less than a block from my home; and 2) It gives you the opportunity to openly fart in public.

More on farting in my next usual blog entry.

Clyde

PS: You may have noticed I’m consuming a hella lot of coffee and bananas. There are very simple explanations for both. The coffee is because I bought myself an electric coffee percolator, which is one of the best little kitchen toys you can have, and the bananas is because partly it’s one of the only fruits I enjoy eating, but mostly of this little YouTube clip that has totally changed my life:

You’ll never eat a banana the same way again!