The Hollando Diet

After several days of dropping, I hit that recent low point of 173 lbs. Then the gradual creep upward to 174 lbs., followed by a pause, then to 175 lbs., followed by a pause. Further weight loss remains unlikely thanks to my inhalation of mass quantities of sushi this afternoon. I have reached a weight loss plateau, and it is sloped ever-so-slightly upward.

Self-starvation (albeit induced by illness) was the most effective remedy. Shockingly light lunches, late afternoon exercise, and early evening dinners of soup broth all ensured a steady pound-per-day loss rate. So this glorified fasting must continue. I have to be 150 lbs. in another month. New suits, Tory Banquet, the coming spring, superfine Texas ladies… I need to chisel out the inner six-pack-o’-abs Hollando in a hurry.

Accursed illness! Somehow I’ve been knocked out for two weeks or more, thanks to this nasty cold/flu/ebola that has me in its grip. Today I felt well enough to try a mode of exercise peculiar to downtown environments: the stairs. Our office building only has thirty-three floors, so scaling up and descending down all of them is not a terrific challenge. But the feeling afterward is wonderful. After being sick, being still, being cooped up in hopes of recovery, nothing compares to exercising at long last.

My weight has dropped to 176 lbs., although I seem to fluctuate up two, down three, etc. Dad speaks of supplementing my wardrobe of suits this January… I need more time to slim down to the (impossible?) target weight of 150 lbs. At least now a little exercise will help get closer.

This week I managed to wear myself down to the point of becoming ill, reaching a crescendo on Saturday morning. I surrendered myself to a day spent within the confines of my bed. I passed into and out of a gray, gloomy day as I lost and regained consciousness.

I may have lost a pound or two! So if I want to lose thirty pounds, then I probably need to contract one of those new, particularly virulent super-viruses. That’s certainly more likely to work than the trips to the YMCA… which never happen.