Year 3, Day 69: The Million Calorie March

Tonight I went to see an independent film at the Coolidge called "The Million Calorie March" it is the story of Gary Marino, a man who weighs in at 397 lbs and decides it's time to change his life. He begins that and an awareness campaign for pediatric obesity by walking from Jacksonville, FL to Boston, MA (1200 miles). Obviously, the film was important to me, and the organizer of the event knew this and that's why I made the short list of people to attend the screening. We were all asked for feedback at the end and naturally, I had a lot to say. All that's relevant here is that there was a gag reel at the end where all the people in the film said "We love you no matter what you weigh." I told the producers that THAT message was exactly wrong and contrary to the film's message as a whole. Though it made me feel like a wet blanket, it needed to be pointed out. Ironically, Gary's wife appeared and noted that 'as the pounds fell off, so did the sense of humor.' Something Emily has often said about me. It might be true that fat people are jolly and that they lose their jolliness with the weight. It certainly warrants further study. For more on this, go here .

Breakfast
Kashi Go Lean!
Heritage Flakes
Strawberries
Blueberries
Banana
Unsweetened Soy Milk
Coffee

Snack
1 Cameo Apple
5 Sticks Beef Jerky
1 oz Boston Lite popcorn

Lunch: Talk of the Town Diner
Spinach, Bacon & Feta Omelet
Side Salad

Dinner
Breast of Chicken
Salad
Cauliflower

Three of of us Domaniacs went for a walk today (thought not a million-calorie march) and after a unusually sweaty, fast walk, we decamped at the local "Talk of the Town" Diner. There are three diners in walking distance but only two of them are worth going to and only one is worth eating at. The other one, Tresca's Eating Place really isn't worth going but it's so close that the weather sometimes makes it an option. The laughably named "New Yorker" diner really is just a haven for drunks and tourists who don't know any better. It was great in its prime, but its shoddy exterior and uninviting grout tell the tale. Of course, none of these are like the Greek-style diners I grew up with in New York, but for a flat egg-omlette, they'll do.