Operation 180 isn’t the first weight loss experiment I’ve been apart of. It does feel different because I’ve tried to make the process as transparent as possible. By doing the Facebook thing, I feel like David Blaine. I mean anyone can freeze themselves in a block of ice but when you do it in the middle of Times Square, you’ve got yourself some accountability. The other good thing is the measurable goals. The 180 lbs. The 180 days. The weekly challenges. Here are some of the other weight loss experiments I have subjected myself to:
There was the $100 I lost to a guy at work. I went on Atkins and lost a lot of weight. Any diet that says chicken wings are OK was OK with me. Problem is that you can’t live that forever. Its embarassing eating a McDonalds chesseburger with a knife and fork because you can’t eat the bun.
There was the Joe Millionaire Challenge. Every Monday night during the greatest reality show of all time a group of guys would weigh in. Whoever lost the least amount of weight (body weight percentage) before the finale had to buy everyone else dinner at the Keg. The prize in retrospect seems counter-productive. I didn’t lose but things got dicey when one of the guys had a five pound weight hidden in his pants at the final weigh in. It was classic when he pulled it out. The guy who eventually lost didn’t think it was funny.
There was Operation Downsize which I did with my brother. There was Operation Petit Lion. It was named after that little stuffed lion the leaders of the Tour de France win at the end of each stage. The problem with Petit Lion was that the Tour de France only lasts three weeks. There is also the annual Biggest Loser Challenges at work.
Losing weight has always been a game of some sort for me. The thing is it is getting tiresome. I don’t want to have to come up with anymore clever names. Hopefully Operation 180 is the last I come up with.
There was the $100 I lost to a guy at work. I went on Atkins and lost a lot of weight. Any diet that says chicken wings are OK was OK with me. Problem is that you can’t live that forever. Its embarassing eating a McDonalds chesseburger with a knife and fork because you can’t eat the bun.
There was the Joe Millionaire Challenge. Every Monday night during the greatest reality show of all time a group of guys would weigh in. Whoever lost the least amount of weight (body weight percentage) before the finale had to buy everyone else dinner at the Keg. The prize in retrospect seems counter-productive. I didn’t lose but things got dicey when one of the guys had a five pound weight hidden in his pants at the final weigh in. It was classic when he pulled it out. The guy who eventually lost didn’t think it was funny.
There was Operation Downsize which I did with my brother. There was Operation Petit Lion. It was named after that little stuffed lion the leaders of the Tour de France win at the end of each stage. The problem with Petit Lion was that the Tour de France only lasts three weeks. There is also the annual Biggest Loser Challenges at work.
Losing weight has always been a game of some sort for me. The thing is it is getting tiresome. I don’t want to have to come up with anymore clever names. Hopefully Operation 180 is the last I come up with.
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