One Huge Lesson in Humility.

Sandwich, BLT (light mayo), 1 sandwich—550 kcal.

Kilocal. Quant.
Lunch
May 01 '17 @ 12:00 PM
'' 100 2
'' 90 2
'' 74 1
'' 550 1
Lunch
Jul 27 '15 @ 2:02 PM
'' 100
6/5
'' 550 1
Lunch
Jun 09 '14 @ 12:11 PM
'' 120
5/3
'' 108 4
'' 550 1
Lunch
Jun 03 '14 @ 12:49 PM
'' 120 1
'' 108 5
'' 550 1
Lunch
May 06 '14 @ 4:54 PM
'' 100 2
'' 110 1
'' 160 1
'' 550 1
Lunch
Apr 23 '14 @ 3:03 PM
'' 110 1
'' 108 3
'' 550 1
Lunch
Apr 16 '14 @ 1:31 PM
'' 28 4
'' 45 1
'' 108 3
'' 550 1
Lunch
Apr 08 '14 @ 1:47 PM
'' 110 1
'' 120 1
'' 108 6
'' 550 1
Lunch
Jan 29 '14 @ 1:43 PM
'' 110 1
'' 45 1
'' 108 2
'' 550 1
Lunch
Jan 13 '14 @ 2:00 PM
'' 120 1
'' 108 3
'' 550 1
Lunch
Jan 11 '14 @ 12:28 PM
'' 550 1
'' 130 2
Lunch
Jan 08 '14 @ 12:57 PM
'' 220
21/22
'' 110 1
'' 45 1
'' 550 1
Lunch
Jan 02 '14 @ 2:39 PM
'' 110 1
'' 108
5/2
'' 550 1
Lunch
Dec 30 '13 @ 12:35 PM
'' 108 3
'' 550 1
Lunch
Dec 23 '13 @ 8:56 AM
'' 110 1
'' 108
5/2
'' 550 1
Lunch
Dec 10 '13 @ 12:24 PM
'' 45 1
'' 108 4
'' 550 1
Lunch
Dec 02 '13 @ 12:31 PM

Added fruit to meal, an­oth­er banana. Next is to cut the cook­ie out.

'' 110 1
'' 66 2
'' 45 1
'' 108
5/2
'' 550 1
Lunch
Nov 22 '13 @ 12:09 PM
'' 110 1
'' 108 5
'' 550 1
Lunch
Nov 20 '13 @ 12:02 PM

Skipped breakfast.

'' 110 1
'' 45 1
'' 550 1
Lunch
Nov 04 '13 @ 3:05 PM
'' 110 1
'' 108
5/2
'' 550 1
'' 180 1
Lunch
Aug 08 '13 @ 12:49 PM
'' 90 5
'' 550 1
Lunch
Jul 17 '13 @ 12:00 PM

Skipped break­fast unfortunately. Met a guy for lunch.

'' 300 1
'' 550 1
'' 0 1
'' 426
1/2
Lunch
May 06 '13 @ 11:54 AM
'' 90 1
'' 100
3/2
'' 160 1
'' 550 1
Lunch
Apr 29 '13 @ 12:34 PM
'' 100
3/2
'' 160 1
'' 550 1
Lunch
Feb 20 '13 @ 1:25 PM
'' 108 1
'' 550 1
'' 220 1
Lunch
Feb 05 '13 @ 2:32 PM
'' 235 1
'' 90 3
'' 550 1
Lunch
Feb 04 '13 @ 3:11 PM
'' 100 2
'' 110 2
'' 550 1
'' 0 24
Lunch
Jan 24 '13 @ 7:14 AM
'' 130 3
'' 550 1
'' 29 3
Lunch
Jan 24 '13 @ 7:14 AM
'' 140 1
'' 130 3
'' 550 1
'' 29 3
Lunch
Dec 27 '12 @ 2:52 PM
'' 90 3
'' 34 1
'' 550
2/3
Lunch
Dec 11 '12 @ 11:07 PM
'' 100 5
'' 260
2/3
'' 550 1
Lunch
Nov 15 '12 @ 11:53 AM
'' 108 2
'' 550 1
'' 220 1
Lunch
Oct 16 '12 @ 1:45 PM
'' 100 1
'' 167 1
'' 550 1
'' 220 1
Lunch
Oct 01 '12 @ 3:19 PM
'' 167 1
'' 550 1
'' 220 1
Lunch
May 31 '11 @ 12:45 PM
'' 108 3
'' 550
4/5
'' 0 20
Lunch
Aug 12 '10 @ 12:05 PM

I went for a bike ride. My chain snapped. It’s all the reg­u­lar stuff that’s get­ting me, like french fries.

'' 500
6/5
'' 90 4
'' 167
3/2
'' 550 1
'' 29 4
Lunch
Aug 02 '10 @ 1:14 PM

The suit a dis­ap­point­ment as such things al­ways are. Some awk­ward­ness at the tailor’s—someone had just quit.

'' 100 1
'' 550 1
'' 0 1
Lunch
Jul 13 '10 @ 4:46 PM

Back at Harper’s for my tra­di­tion­al lunch of a BLT from Han’s Evil Deli.

'' 90 2
'' 100 1
'' 550 1
Lunch
Feb 16 '10 @ 4:30 PM
'' 152 1
'' 110
4/3
'' 110 1
'' 90 1
'' 358
1/2
'' 108 1
'' 550 1
Lunch
Feb 15 '10 @ 3:40 PM
'' 100 1
'' 80 3
'' 550 1
Lunch
Feb 08 '10 @ 5:07 PM

G— at work gives me a piece of tinfoil, wrapped like some kind of drug.

“This is very small,” she said. “It is not in­ten­ded to sab­ot­age you.”

It is a layer of pastry en­crus­ted with car­a­mel­ized sugar and em­bed­ded with co­pi­ous nuts. Creamy sug­ary starch.

Furtively I opened it on the el­ev­at­or and put a spoon-sized bite on my tongue. Sugar-rush.

Now it is good but is it great? I am fa­mil­i­ar with a num­ber of sugar-piled pastry treats. It has ele­ments of the pecan bar, but the crys­tal­lized mapleism of the thing sub­verts that.

In any case I’ve lost my abil­ity to form good sen­tences over the last week. Now I want to go home and eat sausages.

'' 100
23/10
'' 110 1
'' 36 1
'' 100 1
'' 550 1
Lunch
Feb 04 '10 @ 2:31 PM
'' 110 1
'' 150
2/3
'' 80 3
'' 550 1
Lunch
Jan 19 '10 @ 12:23 PM
'' 300
1/3
'' 45 1
'' 550 1
Lunch
Jan 07 '10 @ 12:19 PM
'' 90 1
'' 140 1
'' 80 2
'' 550 1
'' 0 33
Lunch
Jan 04 '10 @ 12:50 PM
'' 90 1
'' 140 1
'' 550 1
Lunch
Dec 15 '09 @ 5:08 PM
'' 110 1
'' 140 1
'' 550 1
Lunch
Dec 11 '09 @ 11:42 AM

Tucked in t-shirt this morning; wife poin­ted out I’m delumpifying.

'' 140 1
'' 550 1
Lunch
Dec 08 '09 @ 1:46 PM
'' 110 1
'' 140 1
'' 550 1
Lunch
Dec 02 '09 @ 2:16 PM
'' 90 1
'' 140 1
'' 550 1
'' 0 33
Lunch
Nov 30 '09 @ 12:18 PM
'' 90 1
'' 140 1
'' 550 1
'' 0 33
Lunch
Nov 23 '09 @ 1:32 PM
'' 90 1
'' 140 1
'' 550 1
Lunch
Nov 19 '09 @ 2:05 PM
'' 110 1
'' 140 1
'' 550 1
Lunch
Nov 13 '09 @ 12:18 PM

Adding 100 cals be­cause I had my sand­wich on a bagel in­stead of whole wheat. Worth it.

Later, I go to the bikeshop be­cause my bike is ready. I call first to check. The reg­u­lar as­sembly of an­noy­ing slends in de­sign­er bikewear stand handsomely. Some 20-something guy with a name like Chadler—or per­haps simply and more ef­fi­ciently his name is Bro—disappears to fetch the bike and rolls it out. Chadler looks like a Col­or­ado mountaintop; but the bike is a disaster. The saddle still hangs a foot off the side, at­tached only by the anti-theft chain; there is no seatpost; the outer front gear re­mains as it was when I brought it in, at­tached by twist-ties.

Chadler says: “There ap­pears to be some money due to us for the repair.”

I say: “There isn’t any seat on it.”

Even by bikeshop levels they have failed. They do ap­pear to have re­placed the brake-pads, bring­ing us to 33 per­cent compliance. A man­ager appears.

“Can you come back at 7?” he fi­nally asks.

I can, I guess. I can’t ride it home today in any case. No helmet.

'' 100 1
'' 90 1
'' 140 1
'' 550 1
Lunch
Nov 09 '09 @ 3:10 PM
'' 110 1
'' 140 1
'' 550 1
Lunch
Nov 05 '09 @ 12:33 PM
'' 90 1
'' 140 1
'' 550 1
Lunch
Oct 27 '09 @ 12:36 PM
'' 90 1
'' 140 1
'' 550 1
'' 0 33
Lunch
Oct 23 '09 @ 12:04 PM

Some cook­ies in the back. I had one and spit it out for its synthobad; had half of three and a nibble of ba­nana bread; threw the other halves away. Sugary-powdery-sweetness. Not good. Not where my de­sires lurk.

'' 110 1
'' 140 1
'' 66 2
'' 550 1
Lunch
Oct 13 '09 @ 1:16 PM
'' 55 1
'' 550 1
'' 0 20
Lunch
Oct 09 '09 @ 5:42 PM

At the con­fer­ence on Times Square I decided, between Soc. Anx. Dis. and too many lunch op­tions I should just cross the street to the uni­ver­sal deli.

'' 60 1
'' 140 1
'' 153
1/4
'' 550 1
'' 200 1
'' 0 20
Lunch
Oct 08 '09 @ 7:13 PM
'' 90 1
'' 140 1
'' 550 1
'' 0 33
Lunch
Oct 07 '09 @ 1:42 PM
'' 90 1
'' 140 1
'' 550 1
'' 0 33
Lunch
Oct 02 '09 @ 3:22 PM
'' 160 1
'' 550 1
'' 0 33
Lunch
Sep 28 '09 @ 2:02 PM
'' 110 1
'' 90 1
'' 550 1
Lunch
Sep 24 '09 @ 3:07 PM
'' 140 1
'' 550 1
Lunch
Sep 17 '09 @ 1:30 PM
'' 110 1
'' 140 1
'' 12 1
'' 550 1
Lunch
Sep 14 '09 @ 1:24 PM
'' 110 1
'' 140 1
'' 550 1
'' 0 10
Lunch
Sep 08 '09 @ 5:00 PM
'' 110 1
'' 140 1
'' 550 1
'' 0 33
Lunch
Sep 01 '09 @ 4:07 PM
'' 110 1
'' 90 1
'' 140 1
'' 550 1
Lunch
Aug 31 '09 @ 4:06 PM

All I want to do is learn math.

'' 130 1
'' 550 1
'' 0 20
Lunch
Aug 27 '09 @ 1:09 PM

Get­ting out of the way in the nar­row aisle I pressed back­wards and a man passed without touching. A few inches mak­ing all the difference.

'' 90 1
'' 140 1
'' 550 1
Lunch
Aug 21 '09 @ 1:32 PM

BLTs are in­fin­itely sat­is­fy­ing in the mo­ment but leave me raven­ous three or four hours later.

'' 90 1
'' 140 1
'' 550 1
'' 0 36
Lunch
Aug 18 '09 @ 3:09 PM
'' 140 1
'' 12
1/2
'' 550 1
'' 0 33
Lunch
Aug 12 '09 @ 12:02 PM

What I do now is eat a sandwich, which is not an ideal solution, given all the fluffy bread and greasy meats in the world. I have also some fake chips, which stim­u­lates the snack re­cept­ors of the brain. I then give my­self a boost by drink­ing a huge Diet Coke for the caffeine. I think what I should do in­stead is pack my lunch so that I have far easi­er ac­cess to fruits and vegetables. And maybe have one cup of cof­fee in­stead of the Diet Coke. We pur­chased spe­cial lunch-packing devices to this end a few months ago. It is likely to time to util­ize them.

'' 90 1
'' 140 1
'' 550 1
'' 0 36
Lunch
Aug 07 '09 @ 12:34 PM

Prob­ably need to make the BLT a once-a-week thing. A wed­ding tonight—reviewing the menu, preparing, think­ing through options.

'' 90 1
'' 140 1
'' 550 1
'' 0 40
Lunch
Aug 06 '09 @ 11:17 AM
'' 110 1
'' 140 1
'' 550 1
'' 0 32
Lunch
Jul 31 '09 @ 1:33 PM

From the “fattie notes” file I keep on my phone, col­lect­ing ideas about this project:

No use in wor­ry­ing about what might have been. What if I’d been thin my en­tire life? I might have been raped by a shark.

Don’t pre­tend you know anything.

Tom and Don are cavemen.

Num­bers are places to hide.

'' 90 1
'' 130 1
'' 550 1
Lunch
Jul 15 '09 @ 2:02 PM

R— enters as I drop a Pirate’s Booty ched­dar puff onto the floor. “Oh Paul,” he says. “You’ve let your Booty drop.”

'' 90 1
'' 130 1
'' 550 1
Lunch
Jul 13 '09 @ 1:41 PM

One week down, 3,200 weeks to go. Checked the mirror; still a barrel-shaped giant. I like the diet sodas be­cause of all the reas­ons they advertise—they provide a COOL RE­FRESH­ING FLA­VOR BLAST. Much food is pack­aged as an explosion, an enorm­ous ejac­u­la­tion of flavor down your gullet. Fla­vor it­self being a mys­ter­i­ous concept, hi­jacked by ad­vert­ising to in­dic­ate a sen­sa­tion over­whelm­ing all others. Not to cri­ti­cize advertisers; they can hardly say “THIS OR­AN­GELIKE SYN­THES­IS STIM­U­LATES ATAV­IST­IC TASTE RE­CEPT­ORS IN A WAY THAT TICKLES THE APE.” In­stead the Sunkist website bills it­self as the “center of awesome” and tells me that all diet products have a dis­turb­ingly short 13-week shelf life (what hap­pens after that? Do the diet products be­come un­ac­count­ably enraged?). I like diet soda and movies where things blow up and drab-colored shirts; I like tits, burgers, and cats. So diet soda is ul­ti­mately a form of deception—an ac­know­ledg­ment (or more, not) of com­pet­ing desires, the sen­sa­tion without the consequence. That’s fine, of course. I won’t apo­lo­gize for liv­ing part of life in the soda simulacrum.

'' 55 1
'' 550 1
'' 0 16
'' 0 12