Last week CBR's main man Jonah Weiland challenged Entertainment Weekly editor/comics writer Marc Bernardin to a weight loss contest leading up to the San Diego Comic-Con. Dubbed the SDCC '09 Fat Bastard Challenge, both competitors are attempting to lose 20 lbs. before the big con.
Their motivation is:
- The person with the most weight loss by San Diego is treated to a $50 meal by the loser.
- They both have to donate $10 to the Comic Book Legal Defense Fund for every pound of weight less than 20 they haven't lost by San Diego.
We'll be checking in with them every week leading up to the final weigh-in, set to take place on the CBR Yacht at Comic-Con International in San Diego on Thursday, July 23. Now let's hear how they did this week:
So, after a week of Twitter smack-talking, toilet-papering each other's houses, and general high school-grade antics, where do we stand in the Great Weight Battle of Our Time, the quest to lose at least 20 lbs before July 23rd, the Thursday of San Diego Comic-Con?
As of today, June 25th, I'm weighing in at 250 lbs, for a net weight loss of six pounds.
My diet plan is a simple one: Do more, eat less.
The "do more" part isn't that hard: I'm walking to work most days, the 20-odd blocks from Penn Station on 32nd Street and 7th Avenue to EW's bunker on 50th and 7th. I'm doing push-ups and sit-ups every night (the oldies are goodies for a reason: those two exercises will work almost every muscle group in the body, and it don't cost nothing but time).
The "eat less" has required a rather massive lifestyle change. The accepted amount of calories your average male should be taking in per day is around 3,000, give or take. Your average fat male can take in almost double that -- which is a cinch, given that a Bloomin' Onion from Outback will add more than 2,300 calories by itself, and that's just an bloomin' appetizer. So I've taken that 3,000 calories and chopped it in half. And, thanks to a calorie counter I downloaded for my iPod from Livestrong.com, I'm keeping to about 1,600 calories per day. (I'm gonna vary it a bit, here and there, just so my body doesn't go into starvation mode -- thinking, say, I'm stuck in the Sahara and need every last erg of fat to survive the crossing.)
That's how I plan to go from The Blob to Power Man. I'm not sure what that Weiland punk is doing, besides whining that his arms hurt from working out.