Weight: 301
Mood: Tired
Today was a pretty good day, albeit a long one. Since it was the end of the month, the company I work for asked me to stay late to do inventory of all of our work in progress. That was a chore, to say the least. Then, after that, I came straight home, picked my wife up, put the kid in the car, and went to pick up my truck from the repair shop. We get home, I play with Maddox for a few, Jade makes an awesome dinner consisting of baked chicken, steamed broccoli and rice, and side salad. Afterward, Jade and I decide since it's a rare non-raining-sun-shining-not-so-cold-you-might-die-kind of day to go out for a walk.
I liked today because I kept myself busy enough that I wasn't looking for an excuse to snack. Not that snacking is unacceptable, but when I snack the portion doesn't necessarily constitute a "snack". For the average person, a snack might be a bag of chips, a candy bar, a piece of fruit, crackers, you know, something like that. I find myself trying to justify to my wife that the two grilled cheese and lunchmeat sandwiches I'm whipping up an hour before dinner are just a snack. Or launching myself elbows-deep into last nights leftovers, to make room in the fridge for tonight's leftovers. Something tells me it's time to learn what an appropriate snack is.
Oh, food. You cruel mistress. I pray I can quit you :)
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
The Chili Dog of EPIC Proportions. 6:49 PM
Weight: 302 (-2 pounds!)
Mood: Triumphant
Today was a good first full day of being mindful of what I'm doing. It's amazing how powerful your mind is. All I did was get online last night, spend 5 bucks on a domain name, created a Blogger account, and now, I feel like I can take on the world. At least, I thought I could until I met the Chili dog from hell.
I was going along throughout my day being really mindful of my eating choices, a granola bar for breakfast, an apple at breaktime, drinking water instead of my usual Mountain Dew, and when I stop in at my parent's house for lunch, I open the fridge, and boom. Temptation practically slaps me in the face. Mom had made chili dogs the night before, and left one for me. This thing is ginormous. The hot dog sits atop a bun on a Tupperware plate, smothered in chili, and with cheese and onions begging me to eat them. My initial reaction was to utter the words "You gotta be kidding me!"
But, knowing that I'd have to justify pounding that dog down on here helped me realize that I didn't need it as much as my stomach thought I did. I settled for a salad with some chicken breast pieces and ranch dressing.
As good as my salad was, I think I might always wonder in the back of my mind how good that chili dog might have been. It's the dog that got away.
Mood: Triumphant
Today was a good first full day of being mindful of what I'm doing. It's amazing how powerful your mind is. All I did was get online last night, spend 5 bucks on a domain name, created a Blogger account, and now, I feel like I can take on the world. At least, I thought I could until I met the Chili dog from hell.
I was going along throughout my day being really mindful of my eating choices, a granola bar for breakfast, an apple at breaktime, drinking water instead of my usual Mountain Dew, and when I stop in at my parent's house for lunch, I open the fridge, and boom. Temptation practically slaps me in the face. Mom had made chili dogs the night before, and left one for me. This thing is ginormous. The hot dog sits atop a bun on a Tupperware plate, smothered in chili, and with cheese and onions begging me to eat them. My initial reaction was to utter the words "You gotta be kidding me!"
But, knowing that I'd have to justify pounding that dog down on here helped me realize that I didn't need it as much as my stomach thought I did. I settled for a salad with some chicken breast pieces and ranch dressing.
As good as my salad was, I think I might always wonder in the back of my mind how good that chili dog might have been. It's the dog that got away.
Monday, March 29, 2010
The Rules. 7:47 PM
The format of this blog is intended to be wide open. However, I do intend to maintain a few guidlines.
Weight: 304
Goal: Replace one meal a day with leafy green salad, thus reducing my cheeseburger intake
This first month's pictures I'd like to name "The Before". Enjoy!
- I will be checking and posting my weight every day. I am weighing on my Wii fit, doing a simple body test, at approximately the same time every day.
- Every week, I will give myself a goal to achieve. This first weeks goal is a small one: to replace one meal a day with a salad.
- Monthly, for your amusement and my disgust, I'll be posting a front and side body picture -- feel free to mock my jiggly bits. Hopefully they won't be jiggly for too long.
Weight: 304
Goal: Replace one meal a day with leafy green salad, thus reducing my cheeseburger intake
This first month's pictures I'd like to name "The Before". Enjoy!
The first day of the rest of my life. 7:08 PM
Weight: 305
Mood: Excited.
The beginning:
I guess the best place to start is the beginning. I'm overweight. As the name of this blog implies, I am five foot nine inches tall, and tip the scales at three hundred and five pounds. I'm using this blog, and all who read it as a tool to keep me focused on a monumental change in my life: To once and for all change my eating habits, and develop a more active lifestyle. See, I've tried "dieting" before. I've even had great success with it. At my lowest weight as a dieting adult, I was 85 pounds lighter than I am at present. The problem I've always encountered with dieting is that I never had any accountability to anyone but myself. And even when I did, I would lie about what I was eating.
So that's why you're here. You are my accountability. This blog is going to become a new habit for me. I recently decided that I can form a habit if I want to. Not just bad ones like forgetting to put the toilet seat up when I pee, or pretending I'm listening when my wife is talking, but good ones, like bathing daily, and flossing regularly. If I can make this blog a habit and make this routine something that I answer to, I think it will be a very powerful tool in my life.
Since this is going to be a routine of mine, I intend to write daily. Sometimes more than once. Some posts will soley be for my benefit, to vent or rant or clear my head, and others will provide insight into who I am. It is my intent to confide to this blog, and to all who read it, all of the thoughts I have about why I am the way I am, how I got here, and what I'm feeling as I strive to be a better me.
I have many, many reasons for wanting to become healthier. The one closest to my heart is this:
My son, Maddox. He's two years old, and I want to be a part of this guy's life for as long as God allows me breath. he and my wife are my world. I'd give life and limb for them, so I might as well give up all the cheeseburgers for them.
Aside from all of the health benefits of being fit, I also want to feel better about the way I look. Sure it's vain, but to be completely honest, I'm unhappy with the way I look. I get depressed when I go to buy jeans and have to order them online, hoping that they'll fit, because they don't carry my size in-store. I want to not worry about whether or not a band prints shirts up in larger than XL. I want to be able to go into a clothing store and at least try on a slim-fit tee without looking like the Michelin man.
So there you have it. I hope this answers the "Why" question of my endeavour. I appreciate your support, your time, your thoughts and prayers as I take this challenge on. I hope you enjoy reading now and in the future.
Mood: Excited.
The beginning:
I guess the best place to start is the beginning. I'm overweight. As the name of this blog implies, I am five foot nine inches tall, and tip the scales at three hundred and five pounds. I'm using this blog, and all who read it as a tool to keep me focused on a monumental change in my life: To once and for all change my eating habits, and develop a more active lifestyle. See, I've tried "dieting" before. I've even had great success with it. At my lowest weight as a dieting adult, I was 85 pounds lighter than I am at present. The problem I've always encountered with dieting is that I never had any accountability to anyone but myself. And even when I did, I would lie about what I was eating.
So that's why you're here. You are my accountability. This blog is going to become a new habit for me. I recently decided that I can form a habit if I want to. Not just bad ones like forgetting to put the toilet seat up when I pee, or pretending I'm listening when my wife is talking, but good ones, like bathing daily, and flossing regularly. If I can make this blog a habit and make this routine something that I answer to, I think it will be a very powerful tool in my life.
Since this is going to be a routine of mine, I intend to write daily. Sometimes more than once. Some posts will soley be for my benefit, to vent or rant or clear my head, and others will provide insight into who I am. It is my intent to confide to this blog, and to all who read it, all of the thoughts I have about why I am the way I am, how I got here, and what I'm feeling as I strive to be a better me.
I have many, many reasons for wanting to become healthier. The one closest to my heart is this:
My son, Maddox. He's two years old, and I want to be a part of this guy's life for as long as God allows me breath. he and my wife are my world. I'd give life and limb for them, so I might as well give up all the cheeseburgers for them.
Aside from all of the health benefits of being fit, I also want to feel better about the way I look. Sure it's vain, but to be completely honest, I'm unhappy with the way I look. I get depressed when I go to buy jeans and have to order them online, hoping that they'll fit, because they don't carry my size in-store. I want to not worry about whether or not a band prints shirts up in larger than XL. I want to be able to go into a clothing store and at least try on a slim-fit tee without looking like the Michelin man.
So there you have it. I hope this answers the "Why" question of my endeavour. I appreciate your support, your time, your thoughts and prayers as I take this challenge on. I hope you enjoy reading now and in the future.
