The Time I Realized Something

Being an old fat guy isn't fun in and of itself, but the journey here was enjoyable. I can address the fat part, old seems to be a one-way trip.

 

 

 

The Time That Proper Persepective Made Me Feel Small

I can fill a doorway, a closet, a portion of an elevator. I can obscure the view of the screen at a movie theater, the podium at a lecture, and the sun if you stand close enough. I’m 6’5″ and proportioned toward monstrosity (including but not limited to freakishly long arms) but stand far enough away, I’m quite petite.

 

The Time My Mind Exited, Stage Left

Thoughts on Relationships…

Have you ever been in a race? More than one, or perhaps been on your school track team? Did you win every race?

If you didn’t, were you emotionally devastated to the point of quitting after each loss?

If yes, you aren’t ready for a relationship.

If no, why not?

Did you blame the winner for your loss? Insult them? Try to hurt them?

If yes, you aren’t ready for a relationship.

If no, why not?

Here’s the thing, relationships are like a three-legged race. That type of race where a team of two races side-by-side with their adjacent legs tied together, adjacent arms over eachothers’ shoulders for support, crossing the finish line simultaneously. The goal being to cross that line ahead of the other teams.

In a relationship, that three-legged team is racing against the statistic that half of those entering– will never finish the race unless they are emotionally ready to run the race and cross the finish line together… without inflicting blame, insult, or injury upon the person to whom they are tied.

To make things even more complicated, the team doesn’t know where the finish line is. They run through what seem like endless obstacles with some people cheering them on and others trying to distract one partner or the other. When, and if, they finally cross the finish line together, there is no trophy, the only prize are the memories they created running the race together.

 

 

The Time I left Stuff on My Plate

Thoughts on consumption

It occurs to me that consumption can become a problem. Conversely, creation (as an antonym of consumption) is rarely a negative. More on that…

The consumption of which I speak is a general term meaning the taking-in of things both tangible and not (so tangible). Eating is consumption. Watching television is consumption, drinking is consumption, surfing the web is consumption, and just about any other activity that involves things entering your body as opposed to leaving it.

Simple idea, amiright?

Creation by means of physical and/or mental effort is, more often than not, a generally positive thing. Creation should pre-empt consumption. Making your own food, as a short-stroke example, is a net-better transaction than, say, having food made for you. The effort exerted in creation somehow offsets the (negative) consumptive aspect of merely swallowing calories.

My focus henceforth will be to create more than I consume.

Continue awesomeness.

 

The Time I Left a Post Untitled, Then Titled It “Distraction” Later

We recently returned from a family caping trip. The departure from the usual distractions of everyday life helped to increase my awareness and allow for a little introspection.

One of the things that became evident soon into the trip was that I was eating less. I believe this was due to new distractions. I was merely too distracted to eat. Some distractions are beneficial.

 

 

It’s A Puzzler- and Other Things Old Farts Say

The ripe old age of 52 is a puzzler. While I don't feel my age is holding me back at all, I feel recovering from activities takes a bit longer than it once did. Lift all the weights? Fine, no problem. Moving my elbows and shoulders the next day? Problem. Hell, it's a problem for weeks.

Most days I feel pretty good- not all days though. Sometimes I get winded pedaling up the little hill to the gym. Some days I get winded putting on my shoes. I usually blame the quality of my previous-night's sleep, but I think that its because I'm getting old.

But is that really the reason for all my physical ails? Really?

 

No Gout About It, or Urica, I’m Sissified

Ouch like a mofo!

James Gillray, 1799

Wow, I really overuse the puns. They're a cheap and easy vehicle for hitching whatever moronic ideas I wish to convey. Apologies to my future self or whomever maybe might read this in the future.

Thanksgiving at the Steve House was a multiple- as in we celebrated twice. That's right, two feasts less than a week apart. One of my sons came home for a short visit, so the extended family gathered and gorged. That was the Friday prior to actual Thanksgiving but it worked for everybody even better than the actual Day. We then decided to do a repeat on said actual Day and gorged again.

It was delicious- both days. I barbecued the turkeys pretty-much the same way each time and somehow they came out tasting really good. The difference was in the glaze; apple-sage on the first, and orange on the second. Day-um, so good.

The thing is, I ate turkey mostly nonstop (save for while sleeping and a few other distracting activities) for almost seven days in a row. I had incarnations of turkey-this and turkey-that in much the same variety as Bubba Gump has shrimp, and all of them were good.

Turns out, I don't have a lot of self control when it comes to turkey iteration consumption. The same is true when it comes to gravy, sausage-laced stuffing, and oodles of other high-protein and fat deliciousness.

Thursday night, the pain set in. Just a little stabby-sensation in the first joint of my big toe. By 3AM the next morning it was a throbby-stabbing, firey intensity of hellfire that kept me awake and disavowed of comfort for the next four days. It was zero-fun. If you've ever had gout, you're probably a lot tougher than I am but have an idea of what I'm talking about. If you've never had gout, good for you. Don't. It sucks.

Continue awesomeness.

 

Steve is a (less) Fat Man!
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131 lbs. lost
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