This is another flashback to an earlier version of myself. I was so full of life- so naive. I’m sure there was still a glint of youthful exuberance in my still-clear eyes. My fourth decade was chock-full of potential awesome.
Yep- up a pound. Not what I wanted to see but not entirely unexpected either. Granted not a huge deal, but telling.
But on you will go
If weight loss were a religion, scripture would warn us against cookies. Over-indulgence and my gaining a freakin' pound this weekend has me feeling repentant. Thus, an excerpt from the Book of Cookies, Chapter 3, verse 11 and 12:
Damn thy sweet crunchy goodness thou slayer of diets, thou foiler of shrinkage! I curse thy coconut, thy chocolate chip, thy caramel and beg mercy. For thou art mighty though be ye small and cunning- yes! For though my plate be full one moment, verily it is empty the next and I remember not thy consumption. Surely ye shall be my undoing should I not regain my will.
Woe be unto the children of men, for they will savor not thy sweetness, thy crunch, for father has eaten them all, and shared with them not. It is temptation that triumphs over thee and makes clothing bind and belly jiggle. Eat them not, thy Berry Thumbprint, thy Macaroon, for therein lies peril and thy doom.
OK, so weight loss need not become a religion but it certainly needs to become a habit. I've made some bad choices this past weekend but I've refocused, hit the gym hard this morning, and my wife has put the cookies out of reach. Color me, "back on the wagon".
A month without bread? Why not? Meh, Ok.
That was the consensus when I suggested the idea to my wife. It was the day after Valentines day and she was drunk on candy and love, and whatnot, and very agreeable. And with seemingly boundless enthusiasm, we went an entire month without eating anything bread-ish.
What we interpreted "bread" to be can probably be best described by examples of things we normally ate. Bread (Dave's Killer Bread), pizza (the go-to when no one can decide on dinner), cookies (my personal kryptonite), cake, brownies, pancakes, waffles, gravy, and a bunch of stuff we identified as containing flour. We also gave up dairy-- more on that some other time.
Was it difficult? I'm a guy with a vary narrow range of culinary prowess. I'm not good at cooking, I don't measure ingredients or look at recipes or menus. I specialize in fast. If the family is hungry, I can change that in thirty minutes or less. That means my mental menu is sparse but efficient and that bread and milk are staples. So yes, it was a little difficult. The thing is, when I thought about it, it really was the simplest way to eat.
Meats, vegetables, fruits... done.
Lean-ish meats from animals, vegetables and fruits from dirt. And not a lot of cooking. Most of the meats a done is less than 15 minutes, and most of the plants stuff was uncooked. It was highly efficient and tasted good to me. I could do this 4-eva. Forgot to mention that I have a teenage daughter. That kind of food is not to her liking.
Struggles aside, my wife lost almost 5lbs and my pants are feeling a lot looser.
So here's the deal, I was a pretty active guy; athletic, thin, energetic. I stayed fit until my late 20's and then gradually became less active and ate a lot more.
Guess what- I got fat, really fat. Obese.
It was May 21, 2007 that I decided the time had come for change, drastic change. I decided that obesity just wasn't my thing and set about losing weight. Here's the thing though, I would do it without pills, potions, or program, just common sense, exercise and healthy choices.
This blog started it's life as "Steve v4.6" because I was 46 years old. My goal was to lose 150 pounds before my next birthday, at which time it (and I) would become Steve v4.7. That happened on my birthday, June 6, 2008- marking not only my birthday but also a loss of 148 pounds.
My goal now is to lose another 40 pounds before my next (v4.8) birthday by applying everything I learned during the past 380 days.
Fridays nights are traditionally our “Friday Night Pizza and a Movie Night” (®, ©, Pat. Pend. ;)). I look forward to it- it’s a relaxing time during which we crank up a family-friendly movie and try out some increasingly awesome pizza conglomerations (either homemade or from some of the local places). We have a pretty good time together as a family as we chat through (MST3K-style) whatever the kids decide to pop in the DVD player. Did I mention it’s a relaxing time for me?
So the other night I slept through parts of what turned out to be a pretty good movie- WALL-E. What I did catch was enough to get me interested in it enough to watch it on my own- and I’m glad I did. I’m not going to review the movie, but rather just say that it contains some blatant lessons on how to become a fatty and more importantly, the opposite: personal responsibility, independence, and the importance of getting off my okole and taking action. I may just watch it again.
So here I go, all motivated and hitting the gym with laserbeam focus- not relying on my technological overlords to make me skinny. I know that whatever I become will be my own responsibility. It always has been- no getting away from that. So long as I keep moving towards my goals, my future will not include a hover-recliner.
I’ve been concentrating on mixing it up at the gym. I discovered that I’ve conditioned myself to perform a finite set of movements in the limited number of machines I have available to me. No more. Over the past week or so I’ve been adding a few things that I’ve ignored. I continue to subscribe to Men’s Health Magazine and it, along with several sites on the web, have been useful in reigniting my spark. I’ve lost a couple of pounds since my last weigh-in and that also helps increase my drive and momentum.