Two Guys Lose Weight: Oops!

Los Angeles Times

The following is a blog documenting two Los Angeles Times editors’ attempts to lose weight. It all began on Jan. 10.

Yeah, I cratered.

To skeptics who didn’t think I could survive the D.C. trip without falling off the diet bandwagon, they were right.   “I was who you thought I was!” you could say (paraphrasing Dennis Green).

I was doing fine on Monday.  I made the trip out in a situation that might cause most people to crater immediately.


My flight was running more than three hours late.  As I would miss my connection, the airline switched me to another carrier.  Rest of the story is predictable.  I knew it.  An airline switch at the gate? You know where I was going to end up sitting.

Just like O.J. Simpson (of the 1970s), I hurdled through the airport at lightning speed and made what was supposed to be a 15-minute walk in about … 14 ½ minutes.  So it wasn’t quite lightning speed.  Maybe lightning with special needs.  Regardless, it gave me some semblance of a workout.

Then news of the impending doom.  Middle seat.  For the entire 5 ½ hour flight.  That’s reason enough to bring on the food.  But I abstained.  Held back.  Drank coffee and water.  And because the flight had wi-fi, I watched ESPN worked.  

Day Two was fatal, however.  After a full day of meetings, I was able to catch up with one of my oldest and best friends for dinner at his house.  Although I brought a frozen entree with me, it didn’t leave my computer bag once I saw two 18-ounce Delmonico steaks raring to go.


That’s what Rob and I always did.  Steaks.  Huge steaks.  We used to have the 24 oz. Dry Aged Porterhouse Steaks at our favorite steakhouse in Washington and enjoy the steak tartare for a warmup.  If they would have offered meatsicles for dessert, I’d have had those.

The memories were too much.  I walked in the house with a white flag waving.  After six minutes on the grill, the steaks were perfect – somewhere between still mooing and rare.  Then when I got back to the hotel, I had some kind of a caramel ice cream thing.  As long as I was off the wagon, I was going first-class.   

No regrets the next day.  Sure, I choked.  But I bounced back.  Wednesday was fine.  I got the splurge out of the way.  And was back full-time on Nutrisystem.   Ham and cheese omelet for breakfast; steak and cheese melt for lunch; and meat loaf for dinner.  All was good.

But those steaks were awesome...


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