Sunday, May 30, 2010
Progress Pictures! 10:26 AM
Since it's the end of my second month, I'll give you some progress pictures. These were taken today. I started out at 305 pounds. Today I'm at 267, for a net loss of 38 pounds.
And now -- We barbecue. 9:43 AM
Weight: 267
Mood: Hungry
So today I'm having my family over for a barbecue. I am very excited, because I've never cooked outside on a grill before. And I get to experiment on all of the people I'm close to, so they have to forgive me if I poison them. We're doing burgers and brats, and I am so excited to get to stuff my face.
I think it's important as I'm trying to eat better just to give myself a day every so often where I just set down all of my goals and ambitions and everything and just eat. Like I've said several times on here, I'm not dieting. I'm not "on a program" or anything like that. I'm just making better choices for my body as opposed to the poor choices I've made in the past. And so far, it's working. I feel great. I'm getting to the point now where I can look in the mirror and see a significant difference. I really notice it around my waistline. Shortly before I started this blog I'd purchased some jeans that were size 44 in the waist. They fit a little more snug than I would have liked, but I kept them anyways, because the next size up was way to big on me. I put those jeans on yesterday and was baffled because I couldn't keep them up without a belt. It won't be long until I'll be going down another size.
I'm really looking forward to the get-together today. Not just because I'll be pigging out on grilled meats and potato salad, but because I get to spend some good quality time with the fam. Since I've had to change my work schedule I haven't had the same time with them that I'm used to. They all work mornings so we can't do much during the week, and I'm normally so anti-social on the weekends that I don't feel like leaving the house. So today is going to be an awesome day.
Mood: Hungry
So today I'm having my family over for a barbecue. I am very excited, because I've never cooked outside on a grill before. And I get to experiment on all of the people I'm close to, so they have to forgive me if I poison them. We're doing burgers and brats, and I am so excited to get to stuff my face.
I think it's important as I'm trying to eat better just to give myself a day every so often where I just set down all of my goals and ambitions and everything and just eat. Like I've said several times on here, I'm not dieting. I'm not "on a program" or anything like that. I'm just making better choices for my body as opposed to the poor choices I've made in the past. And so far, it's working. I feel great. I'm getting to the point now where I can look in the mirror and see a significant difference. I really notice it around my waistline. Shortly before I started this blog I'd purchased some jeans that were size 44 in the waist. They fit a little more snug than I would have liked, but I kept them anyways, because the next size up was way to big on me. I put those jeans on yesterday and was baffled because I couldn't keep them up without a belt. It won't be long until I'll be going down another size.
I'm really looking forward to the get-together today. Not just because I'll be pigging out on grilled meats and potato salad, but because I get to spend some good quality time with the fam. Since I've had to change my work schedule I haven't had the same time with them that I'm used to. They all work mornings so we can't do much during the week, and I'm normally so anti-social on the weekends that I don't feel like leaving the house. So today is going to be an awesome day.
Saturday, May 29, 2010
Apperently size DOES Matter. 10:46 AM
Weight: 268
Mood: Chipper
So this week has been really good. I've been eating really well and have more weight loss to show for it. One of my biggest problems during the week is just curbing my eating right before bed, and this week I feel like a champion, because I didn't have any moments where I caved into the urge of filling my face before I went to sleep.
During the week it's easier for me to make healthier choices, primarily out of convenience. The routine of the weekday dictates what I can prepare for my meals throughout the day. Here's a typical weekday for you as of late.
7:30-9:30 - Wake up, weigh-in, eat breakfast
9:30-11:00 - Hang out with the fam, twitter/facebook, chores (if I feel good)
11:00-11:45 - Prepare for work, make my lunch/dinner
11:45-12:00 - Curse the world for having to go to work
12:00-9:oo - Work. ugh.
9:00-Whenever - Hang out with Jade, watch some TV, facebook/twitter, whatever, and then go to bed.
The main reason I do so good during the week is because for a significant part of my waking day, I am eating out of a lunch pail. It's pretty easy to not snack when you can only eat the food you bring to work. Once the food is gone, you don't eat anymore.
The problem with me is, once the weekend rolls around, my lunch pail goes from this size:
To this.
Heh. Size matters. At least for me. See, I eat for all sorts of reasons, but usually, it's due to boredom. And when I sit around at home for a lengthy period of time, The lunch pail that I use during the week explodes in size to this giant metal monolith (awesome band name, btw.) at the focal point of my kitchen. This beast provides me with a seemingly endless variety of tasty treats.
So here's the plan, at least for today. I'm going to pack a lunch. I'm not going anywhere, but I'll fill my cooler with all sorts of good stuff, and just eat from that. And when the food is gone, I'm done. Should be pretty simple. We'll see how it goes. Have a good weekend everyone!
Mood: Chipper
So this week has been really good. I've been eating really well and have more weight loss to show for it. One of my biggest problems during the week is just curbing my eating right before bed, and this week I feel like a champion, because I didn't have any moments where I caved into the urge of filling my face before I went to sleep.
During the week it's easier for me to make healthier choices, primarily out of convenience. The routine of the weekday dictates what I can prepare for my meals throughout the day. Here's a typical weekday for you as of late.
7:30-9:30 - Wake up, weigh-in, eat breakfast
9:30-11:00 - Hang out with the fam, twitter/facebook, chores (if I feel good)
11:00-11:45 - Prepare for work, make my lunch/dinner
11:45-12:00 - Curse the world for having to go to work
12:00-9:oo - Work. ugh.
9:00-Whenever - Hang out with Jade, watch some TV, facebook/twitter, whatever, and then go to bed.
The main reason I do so good during the week is because for a significant part of my waking day, I am eating out of a lunch pail. It's pretty easy to not snack when you can only eat the food you bring to work. Once the food is gone, you don't eat anymore.
The problem with me is, once the weekend rolls around, my lunch pail goes from this size:
To this.
Heh. Size matters. At least for me. See, I eat for all sorts of reasons, but usually, it's due to boredom. And when I sit around at home for a lengthy period of time, The lunch pail that I use during the week explodes in size to this giant metal monolith (awesome band name, btw.) at the focal point of my kitchen. This beast provides me with a seemingly endless variety of tasty treats.
So here's the plan, at least for today. I'm going to pack a lunch. I'm not going anywhere, but I'll fill my cooler with all sorts of good stuff, and just eat from that. And when the food is gone, I'm done. Should be pretty simple. We'll see how it goes. Have a good weekend everyone!
Saturday, May 22, 2010
Meaty Cheesy Gluttonny Goodness. 8:13 PM
Weight: 272Mood: Content
Mmmmm. If you can't tell by the picture, I ate pretty good. Of course, this burger and fries were pretty much all I ate today. But it was SOOOO worth it.
I've been doing really well and I feel like I deserved a reward. So I went with the Bridge Burger and fries from 8th Street Bridges Grill. It was awesome.
I made sure to eat guilt-free by working out on the treadmill and doing sit-ups and push-ups before hand. Then I met up with a couple of close friends and we ate and reminisced about when we were younger. It was a fun day.
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
The internet made me fat. 11:45 PM
Weight: 274
Mood: Sleepy
So, after my weigh-in today I am officially thirty pounds lighter than when I started this whole shebang. Yay for me. More importantly though, I feel a whole lot healthier. And the feeling that I have about my health is way better than what any number on the scale could make me feel.
I have thought long and hard about how I got to be so heavy. I know everyone has a reason for being the size that they are, and for some people, that reason (or those reasons) are out of their control. Therefore, I can only speak for myself, and my personal experiences with my size.
Shocking as most of you may find this, I am heavy because I eat to much.
Since I was under 10 years old, I've eaten enough food daily to satisfy most normal-sized adults. My dad is a thin person. The kind of thin person that most fat people want to punch right in the mouth, because no matter how much food he consumes, or what kind of food he consumes, he never gains an ounce of weight. However before punching my dad in the face, one should step back and look at the bigger picture. He is employed by the City Parks and Recreation Department as a grounds keeper. His primary responsibility has been the caretaker of Civic Field since I was in diapers. His duties include all sorts of workout activities like lifting, bending, stretching, and pretty much busting ass for 8 hours a day, 40 hours a week, sometimes more during the busy months in the summer.
No wonder this guy can eat anything. However, my mother took his metabolism as a personal challenge. She was gonna fatten this skinny guy up come hell or high water. So she cooked enough food to feed an army. Well, unfortunately, my dear mother's good-intentioned plan to put some meat on my dad's bones backfired. Instead, I did all of the fattening up. And it only got worse from there.
As I got older I started being an emotional eater. After work I'd get in my car and hit up multiple fast food places and eat several cheeseburgers. I'd feel so bad sometimes because I'd have to truncate an order at one restaurant and finish it at another because I didn't want the drive-thru attendant to judge me for ordering so much food at one time, and being the only person in the car. Or I'd order more than one soda so that it would like like I was feeding more people than I was.
It would have been one thing entirely if I ate like a horse and then went and ran around outside and worked all of that food off, after all, I was a growing boy. But I lived a sedentary lifestyle including playing Super Mario Bros. and watching Hulk Hogan and Bret "The Hitman" Hart on WWF.
And then the whole internet came along. After that, I pretty much made a permanent butt-groove in the office chair at home until I moved out.
So I guess you could say that my "Huskiness" is no fault of my own. From here on out, I will blame the internet for my size. Thanks, Al Gore. You invented a fatty-maker. Good going.
No, in all seriousness, I know that my size is entirely my own doing. No one put a gun to my head and made me eat like I do. No one tied me to the couch and put the Nintendo controller in my hand. Every pound on my body that is extra is due to my own personal habits. And I accept that.
Proof of this point is that by merely incorporating things like vegetables, fruits, and nuts into my diet in place of Chips, Candy, and Soda has caused the fat I've stored for so long to start coming off. I'm not starving myself. I'm just giving my body better fuel. And the reaction I get in return has been weight loss. Also, getting off the couch and running around after my son has helped as well. Taking time to go on walks, or hop on the treadmill for an hour, or lift weights has given me more energy than I thought I could even have in a day. It's just a totally crazy change that my body is making, and I am all the more thankful that I can do it so young, and make these healthier choices for my family, so I can have as much time with them on earth that I can.
Anyway, in summation, I feel pretty darn good. Thanks for listening.
Mood: Sleepy
So, after my weigh-in today I am officially thirty pounds lighter than when I started this whole shebang. Yay for me. More importantly though, I feel a whole lot healthier. And the feeling that I have about my health is way better than what any number on the scale could make me feel.
I have thought long and hard about how I got to be so heavy. I know everyone has a reason for being the size that they are, and for some people, that reason (or those reasons) are out of their control. Therefore, I can only speak for myself, and my personal experiences with my size.
Shocking as most of you may find this, I am heavy because I eat to much.
Since I was under 10 years old, I've eaten enough food daily to satisfy most normal-sized adults. My dad is a thin person. The kind of thin person that most fat people want to punch right in the mouth, because no matter how much food he consumes, or what kind of food he consumes, he never gains an ounce of weight. However before punching my dad in the face, one should step back and look at the bigger picture. He is employed by the City Parks and Recreation Department as a grounds keeper. His primary responsibility has been the caretaker of Civic Field since I was in diapers. His duties include all sorts of workout activities like lifting, bending, stretching, and pretty much busting ass for 8 hours a day, 40 hours a week, sometimes more during the busy months in the summer.
No wonder this guy can eat anything. However, my mother took his metabolism as a personal challenge. She was gonna fatten this skinny guy up come hell or high water. So she cooked enough food to feed an army. Well, unfortunately, my dear mother's good-intentioned plan to put some meat on my dad's bones backfired. Instead, I did all of the fattening up. And it only got worse from there.
As I got older I started being an emotional eater. After work I'd get in my car and hit up multiple fast food places and eat several cheeseburgers. I'd feel so bad sometimes because I'd have to truncate an order at one restaurant and finish it at another because I didn't want the drive-thru attendant to judge me for ordering so much food at one time, and being the only person in the car. Or I'd order more than one soda so that it would like like I was feeding more people than I was.
It would have been one thing entirely if I ate like a horse and then went and ran around outside and worked all of that food off, after all, I was a growing boy. But I lived a sedentary lifestyle including playing Super Mario Bros. and watching Hulk Hogan and Bret "The Hitman" Hart on WWF.
And then the whole internet came along. After that, I pretty much made a permanent butt-groove in the office chair at home until I moved out.
So I guess you could say that my "Huskiness" is no fault of my own. From here on out, I will blame the internet for my size. Thanks, Al Gore. You invented a fatty-maker. Good going.
No, in all seriousness, I know that my size is entirely my own doing. No one put a gun to my head and made me eat like I do. No one tied me to the couch and put the Nintendo controller in my hand. Every pound on my body that is extra is due to my own personal habits. And I accept that.
Proof of this point is that by merely incorporating things like vegetables, fruits, and nuts into my diet in place of Chips, Candy, and Soda has caused the fat I've stored for so long to start coming off. I'm not starving myself. I'm just giving my body better fuel. And the reaction I get in return has been weight loss. Also, getting off the couch and running around after my son has helped as well. Taking time to go on walks, or hop on the treadmill for an hour, or lift weights has given me more energy than I thought I could even have in a day. It's just a totally crazy change that my body is making, and I am all the more thankful that I can do it so young, and make these healthier choices for my family, so I can have as much time with them on earth that I can.
Anyway, in summation, I feel pretty darn good. Thanks for listening.
Sunday, May 16, 2010
A tale of two Concerts. 7:56 PM
Weight: 278
Mood: satisfied
Today was a super mellow day, which was just what I needed. I stayed up pretty late last night trying to incorporate Twitter into my blog/facebook/existence. I am definitely not the typical "early adopter" of the whole social networking sphere -- I joined myspace right about the same time everyone joined facebook instead. So I'm kind of a lame-o like that. But I like the idea of being able to publish a short sweet little blurb on the fly and have it be visible from my blog, my facebook, and pretty much anywhere else the ten people who stalk me and have internet access can go to get their fix. The problem with that is the abuse of it. I see so many stupid "tweets" out there that it makes my head spin. So many users are like "Haha I just pooped LAWLSZZZZ@!!!!111!!!" And that's the extent of their news or other shared information. My intent is to use the twitter service as a means of relating news, links, or anything else I may find interesting to those who wish to follow me. Because if I think something is awesome, chances are, it is. Because I am awesome.
Plus I was thinking about times that may come up where I might do a weigh in, or have a fat-kid victory over a cheeseburger and a computer isn't immediately handy to blog about my adventures. Therefore, the whole twitter shenanigans can be used to relay that sort of information. This would have come in handy when I was in Seattle the couple times I was this week. I went to two concerts last week. My bro and I saw Coheed and Cambria on Saturday the 8th, and then I took my wife to see Paramore on the 12th.
On the trip to see Coheed I pigged out. I picked up a package of Cosmic Brownies from the store, had two bottles of Mountain Dew, and ate at this greasy diner which was named Donna's Diner on the sign outside, but the menus were labeled Mac's Smokehouse BBQ when we sat down to eat. Plus there were bullet holes in the windows. I could have died from the mis-labeled food or from street crime. So I ate a lot to feel the comfort that food gives me.
The Paramore concert however was a completely different endeavor entirely. Having the previous concert under my belt, and knowing I was traveling to roughly the same area, a little research beforehand did wonders. My wife and I picked up some Gatorade G2 and some Popcorn, Indiana popcorn for the drive over, ate at Red Robin for Lunch/Dinner, and bought a couple bottles of water from street vendors while waiting in line to get into the show. Even after the good sized burger and steak fries I'd eaten before the concert, my weigh-in the next day said I'd lost over a pound.
So you see, I could have kept all of you in the loop as stuff went down instead of telling you after the fact. Either way, both shows were awesome, and I survived to tell the tale. The only thing I regret is I didn't take pictures at either event. Oh well. There will be others I suppose.
Well, I better wrap this post up. I have to go in to work early tomorrow, so I better get going. Thanks for reading!
Mood: satisfied
Today was a super mellow day, which was just what I needed. I stayed up pretty late last night trying to incorporate Twitter into my blog/facebook/existence. I am definitely not the typical "early adopter" of the whole social networking sphere -- I joined myspace right about the same time everyone joined facebook instead. So I'm kind of a lame-o like that. But I like the idea of being able to publish a short sweet little blurb on the fly and have it be visible from my blog, my facebook, and pretty much anywhere else the ten people who stalk me and have internet access can go to get their fix. The problem with that is the abuse of it. I see so many stupid "tweets" out there that it makes my head spin. So many users are like "Haha I just pooped LAWLSZZZZ@!!!!111!!!" And that's the extent of their news or other shared information. My intent is to use the twitter service as a means of relating news, links, or anything else I may find interesting to those who wish to follow me. Because if I think something is awesome, chances are, it is. Because I am awesome.
Plus I was thinking about times that may come up where I might do a weigh in, or have a fat-kid victory over a cheeseburger and a computer isn't immediately handy to blog about my adventures. Therefore, the whole twitter shenanigans can be used to relay that sort of information. This would have come in handy when I was in Seattle the couple times I was this week. I went to two concerts last week. My bro and I saw Coheed and Cambria on Saturday the 8th, and then I took my wife to see Paramore on the 12th.
On the trip to see Coheed I pigged out. I picked up a package of Cosmic Brownies from the store, had two bottles of Mountain Dew, and ate at this greasy diner which was named Donna's Diner on the sign outside, but the menus were labeled Mac's Smokehouse BBQ when we sat down to eat. Plus there were bullet holes in the windows. I could have died from the mis-labeled food or from street crime. So I ate a lot to feel the comfort that food gives me.
The Paramore concert however was a completely different endeavor entirely. Having the previous concert under my belt, and knowing I was traveling to roughly the same area, a little research beforehand did wonders. My wife and I picked up some Gatorade G2 and some Popcorn, Indiana popcorn for the drive over, ate at Red Robin for Lunch/Dinner, and bought a couple bottles of water from street vendors while waiting in line to get into the show. Even after the good sized burger and steak fries I'd eaten before the concert, my weigh-in the next day said I'd lost over a pound.
So you see, I could have kept all of you in the loop as stuff went down instead of telling you after the fact. Either way, both shows were awesome, and I survived to tell the tale. The only thing I regret is I didn't take pictures at either event. Oh well. There will be others I suppose.
Well, I better wrap this post up. I have to go in to work early tomorrow, so I better get going. Thanks for reading!
I sure hope this was worth the wait. 1:54 AM
Weight: 278
Mood: Lame
So I figured since it's been a full two weeks since my last post I'd go ahead and throw the world a bone and let you all know that I am in fact still alive and well. My weight has stayed pretty much exactly the same in these two weeks, and I've been fairly active as well.
I won't do any of you who read what I have to say the injustice of a pathetic excuse for my lack of writing. All I can offer is simply that life happens. Since my last post my weight has fluctuated as high as 282 and back down as low as 276. But all in all I have maintained and stayed the course as far as eating better and being more active.
In the past two weeks I've gone through some things that have stretched me in all aspects of my life. Physically, I've added resistance training and the use of hand weights to my exercise routine and this is pushing me and helping me to build strength. I have been pushed mentally in trying to exercise willpower when I'm on a road trip, as I've gone on two trips to Seattle in the span of five days. I am having to push myself to work out at a different time of day all the while adjusting to my still-new-feeling work schedule. I have also pushed myself emotionally, in trying to battle demons that I face from my past that have turned themselves into poor eating habits that I continue on an almost subconscious level. On top of all of this, I have a full time job as a wage slave AND I am a full time parent AND a full time Husband as well. So both figuratively and literally, my plate has been pretty full.
I have honestly missed writing to you. I know it has a positive effect on my progress. My first month where I only missed a handful of days I had an amazing and steady decrease in my overall size and a dramatic increase in my overall physical health. So far, just over two weeks into this month, I'm still just about where I was when I started. I know that there is probably a lot more to it than the fact that I'm not writing every day, but I know that having that time to reflect on how I did daily carried over into the next day and helped me to be more aware of the decisions I made as far as nutrition and exercise.
I appreciate everyone who has sent me emails encouraging me to start writing and to stay the course. I'm grateful for the support system I have in close friends and family. I even appreciate the advice that's given to me, even when I don't always ask for it. I will admit that I can be a stubborn person and it can be hard for me to be receptive to some of the constructive criticisms that people have to give me. I am a very blessed person in my life to have such good people who genuinely care about my health and well-being. Thank you all so much.
With that I will just briefly go into one thing that happened since my last post just to kind of let you all in on some of the details of my absence. The week after my steak dinner I was feeling pretty good about how I looked. I could actually see the difference in the mirror and notice that my belt fit looser, my t-shirts clung to my chest and muffin top less, I had more definition in my leg muscles, and overall I just felt better. So when I went to work, I was secretly hoping that I'd get a compliment or two about my appearance. The only problem with my plan is that I'm employed at the same place of business where my brother is employed.
Now before I continue I want to start out by saying I am completely stoked for my brother's amazing transformation. He has done so well to battle his own bulge and make himself fit and I dare say you would be hard pressed to find someone more proud of their sibling. He is an inspiration to me and I am so glad that I have him to reach out to for counsel and moral support as I work on my own transformation.
Needless to say, my brother looks good. I mean real good. And all of my co-workers have taken notice of this fact as well. So when I strolled in to work, feeling like my 25 pound loss is awesome and noticeable and all that, I was totally derailed from the awesome-train when the only things said to me were "Man, your brother looks good!" or "I can hardly recognize your brother!" Or "Oh my gosh your brother is amazing and he looks as though he is the manliest man ever and I can't help but think he has to be the epitome of cool and he just rocks my socks off!" (I added the last one, but you get the idea.)
All I heard that week was how awesome my brother was doing. And in the back of my mind, I was thinking "Well, what about me? Aren't I doing awesome? Am I not noticeably different?" So I was a little jealous for what my brother had. I told him all of this and we laughed about it and he understood me and stuff. It was just me going through an emo-kid phase and it showed me that I have to appreciate all of the positive things when they happen, because I might be the only person to notice them.
To sum up everything, I apologize. Not just to all of you, but to myself as well. I plan on continuing as I have been, and I look forward to the progress that I can foresee myself making in the near future. Thanks for sticking by me.
Mood: Lame
So I figured since it's been a full two weeks since my last post I'd go ahead and throw the world a bone and let you all know that I am in fact still alive and well. My weight has stayed pretty much exactly the same in these two weeks, and I've been fairly active as well.
I won't do any of you who read what I have to say the injustice of a pathetic excuse for my lack of writing. All I can offer is simply that life happens. Since my last post my weight has fluctuated as high as 282 and back down as low as 276. But all in all I have maintained and stayed the course as far as eating better and being more active.
In the past two weeks I've gone through some things that have stretched me in all aspects of my life. Physically, I've added resistance training and the use of hand weights to my exercise routine and this is pushing me and helping me to build strength. I have been pushed mentally in trying to exercise willpower when I'm on a road trip, as I've gone on two trips to Seattle in the span of five days. I am having to push myself to work out at a different time of day all the while adjusting to my still-new-feeling work schedule. I have also pushed myself emotionally, in trying to battle demons that I face from my past that have turned themselves into poor eating habits that I continue on an almost subconscious level. On top of all of this, I have a full time job as a wage slave AND I am a full time parent AND a full time Husband as well. So both figuratively and literally, my plate has been pretty full.
I have honestly missed writing to you. I know it has a positive effect on my progress. My first month where I only missed a handful of days I had an amazing and steady decrease in my overall size and a dramatic increase in my overall physical health. So far, just over two weeks into this month, I'm still just about where I was when I started. I know that there is probably a lot more to it than the fact that I'm not writing every day, but I know that having that time to reflect on how I did daily carried over into the next day and helped me to be more aware of the decisions I made as far as nutrition and exercise.
I appreciate everyone who has sent me emails encouraging me to start writing and to stay the course. I'm grateful for the support system I have in close friends and family. I even appreciate the advice that's given to me, even when I don't always ask for it. I will admit that I can be a stubborn person and it can be hard for me to be receptive to some of the constructive criticisms that people have to give me. I am a very blessed person in my life to have such good people who genuinely care about my health and well-being. Thank you all so much.
With that I will just briefly go into one thing that happened since my last post just to kind of let you all in on some of the details of my absence. The week after my steak dinner I was feeling pretty good about how I looked. I could actually see the difference in the mirror and notice that my belt fit looser, my t-shirts clung to my chest and muffin top less, I had more definition in my leg muscles, and overall I just felt better. So when I went to work, I was secretly hoping that I'd get a compliment or two about my appearance. The only problem with my plan is that I'm employed at the same place of business where my brother is employed.
Now before I continue I want to start out by saying I am completely stoked for my brother's amazing transformation. He has done so well to battle his own bulge and make himself fit and I dare say you would be hard pressed to find someone more proud of their sibling. He is an inspiration to me and I am so glad that I have him to reach out to for counsel and moral support as I work on my own transformation.
Needless to say, my brother looks good. I mean real good. And all of my co-workers have taken notice of this fact as well. So when I strolled in to work, feeling like my 25 pound loss is awesome and noticeable and all that, I was totally derailed from the awesome-train when the only things said to me were "Man, your brother looks good!" or "I can hardly recognize your brother!" Or "Oh my gosh your brother is amazing and he looks as though he is the manliest man ever and I can't help but think he has to be the epitome of cool and he just rocks my socks off!" (I added the last one, but you get the idea.)
All I heard that week was how awesome my brother was doing. And in the back of my mind, I was thinking "Well, what about me? Aren't I doing awesome? Am I not noticeably different?" So I was a little jealous for what my brother had. I told him all of this and we laughed about it and he understood me and stuff. It was just me going through an emo-kid phase and it showed me that I have to appreciate all of the positive things when they happen, because I might be the only person to notice them.
To sum up everything, I apologize. Not just to all of you, but to myself as well. I plan on continuing as I have been, and I look forward to the progress that I can foresee myself making in the near future. Thanks for sticking by me.
Sunday, May 2, 2010
Steak Hangover. 9:22 AM
Weight: 277.8
Mood: Full
When I did my weigh in this morning I was expecting the worst. Last night, Jade and I went and had a steak dinner to celebrate me meeting my goal of losing 25 pounds. I ordered the biggest steak on the menu, a side salad and a baked potato. I ate the whole thing except for the piece of lettuce and the orange wedge that were on there as a garnish. I almost licked the plate it was so tasty. Then, after that, we went to the store and picked up a pint of Ben and Jerry's each to chow on, went back home and watched The Blind Side. I had a great evening. It's been a while since Jade and I have had a chance to just hang out and chill together, without everything being focused on our little one.
So I was a little bit apprehensive about getting on the scale this morning. But when I stepped on, I was surprised to see that in spite of completely gorging myself last night, I actually lost weight. My body must know what it's doing after all. Thank you metabolism!
Mood: Full
When I did my weigh in this morning I was expecting the worst. Last night, Jade and I went and had a steak dinner to celebrate me meeting my goal of losing 25 pounds. I ordered the biggest steak on the menu, a side salad and a baked potato. I ate the whole thing except for the piece of lettuce and the orange wedge that were on there as a garnish. I almost licked the plate it was so tasty. Then, after that, we went to the store and picked up a pint of Ben and Jerry's each to chow on, went back home and watched The Blind Side. I had a great evening. It's been a while since Jade and I have had a chance to just hang out and chill together, without everything being focused on our little one.
So I was a little bit apprehensive about getting on the scale this morning. But when I stepped on, I was surprised to see that in spite of completely gorging myself last night, I actually lost weight. My body must know what it's doing after all. Thank you metabolism!
