College was an excellent time for eating horribly. I would pick up donut holes from the cafeteria in the mornings, get some fast food at nights, and I worked at Outback Steakhouse as a busboy my sophomore year, which was awesomely bad, what with all the cheese fries and bloomin' onions put in the back for the staff to snack on throughout the night.
(The stack of fat on the back of my thighs comes from this time of my life.) (Pizza accounts for the opposite side. Fast food takes up much of my belly. If I drew it up I'd look like one of those cow drawings where you see which cuts of meat come from where, only using fattening foods.)
On weekends there would be movie nights on campus, featuring 25 cent burgers or Arby's or whatever. After the movie, though, they would just give out what was leftover. More than once I would end up taking an entire ten-pack of tacos to the dorm to watch TV late at night alone while Steve and Patrick were back home with their lovely ladies. I wasn't eating to feel better about myself. I just love food, and it would be downright pleasant to munch on some tacos while watching "The Real World."
Only 13 years after graduating from good ol' Union U., I'm on my way to reverse all that and more. I don't even watch "The Real World" anymore.
KEEP JEFF ACCOUNTABLE
Last week (Aug. 16) - 369
Total lost - 21
10% target - 349
Ultimate goal – 225