Saturday, September 27, 2014
It's been far too long since my last entry, but rest assured I have been tuning into many of your inspiring stories all along, gaining strength, newfound hope, confidence, and fortified commitment along the way.
There was a period in my life, really most of my life, where I would let certain setbacks consume and doom me. Somehow, there was something about a downward spiral that in an odd, and inexplicably, subconsciously appealing way, sucked me in and took me for long, tormenting rides through darkness and dismay. But today is not that day. I am different and I am proud.
Getting back to the literal version of this story, since joining this site a few years back I have intermittently logged my journey to better health. Among lowlights were the following: job loss, knee surgery, marital strife, crippling insecurity, and even a minor (if there is such a thing) bout with depression. But, unlike my past self, if you will, I have somehow managed to cope, and with help, and find solace in the things that I could control and make better. For me. I work for me.
So, today's fresh perspective and tempered enthusiasm is not about the 25 pounds that are no longer with me since my first spin, although that is sweet, it is more about a celebration of the self. I am happy to be me, grateful for the challenges that have made me stronger, recommitted to better health because of the way it makes me feel, and balanced in a perspective that looks to climb, crawl and scratch at doors toward light, rather than stumble and spill quietly and effortlessly into spirals that used to own me and drive the bumpy road of life with me locked in the trunk.
Monday, April 21, 2014
Just wanted to state publicly that today will end as follows: Frank: 1; ChocoBunny: 0. You see, every day that I don't sneak a bite or two from my daughter's Easter chocolate stash I am that much more likely to avoid the disaster altogether. When she is good, she gets chocolate from the stash provided that she first eats her dinner. If last year is any barometer, we will likely be well into May before the soon-to-be 5-year-old finishes the blasted stash. She takes little bites, you see.
So, my motivation is twofold: It is better to give than receive (read: steal and sneak); and every day is a little easier cause the chocolate gets a bit more stale and slobbery and less available.
Monday, April 07, 2014
I have a joy to report, people...
While I did not resort back to good old days of hoisting large hunks of furniture over the shoulders, I did manage to carefully and strategically move a rather large chest up two flights of stairs all by myself. And without pain or damage!
This is a big deal because a month ago I could not even think of doing this on the knee following surgery. But with time, and patience, and plenty of late 30's style stretching, I am well on my way to recovery.
I may not measure up like I used to, but I am feeling stronger than I was was a month ago. And, as a matter of fact, two years ago, when I was at my heaviest, I don't think I could have moved that piece, or chased after my little girl, or even taken three flights of stairs with relative ease as I now can. I am making progress, people, and I am proud of myself.
Wednesday, March 26, 2014
I have noticed that it is becoming easier and easier to consume massive amounts of calories in very little time, with very little thought, and usually with minimal coin. Well, I'm better than that, Sparkers! At least on this day, anyway.
About a month ago, I bought about a dozen pizzas to reward a group of children and their teachers for a job well done. These pies were a mere $5 a pop. And the pizza vendor lady threw in an additional pie for free when she saw my school name tag. I didn't have any pizza on that day, but it got me to thinking and fantasizing about pizza another day: today.
Five bucks a pie?!? Oh, yes I can easily justify that one. And so close to work. And look: I can even order the thing online to save time. Maybe throw in some questionable meat topping for a half-dollar more and share a slice or two even. Heck, I'll even eat a slice or two on the road. Saving lots of time.
No! Forgetaboutit! Earth to self: I am lactose intolerant, overweight, and feeling good about myself on this chilly Wednesday. Why ruin the day with a $5 pie? Really? Two slices would mean at least three Lactaid pills just to "digest" the mess. Yet I digress.
Folks, you can't even watch a basketball game on TV without seeing a commercial with some skinny kid devouring a larger-than-life, but neatly wrapped taco while running for his life. Oh yeah. It's just so easy. Order online; save time; save your preferences for next time; just click and consume; and repeat; and repeat; and repeat. Save coin on the questionable meat products that come while the car is not even parked. There are freakin' 6 DD's within half as many miles from my home. Really!?!
If it's this easy to consume the wrong thing, it has to become easier to avoid it all. And I think that blogging in this fashion is a start, at least for me.
Tuesday, March 04, 2014
This morning I do not know what I feel, but I think I know why I feel it.
I missed two days in a row at the gym, which has left me feeling deflated, or worse yet, as if my day(s) never really started. I am not a morning person, but given my work schedule, I have learned to adapt. And adapt I must. Even with my shortened commute since the recent move, I really have to be up no later than 5:20 in order to get a decent workout in ahead of the day job. After work is completely unrealistic, as at that time I am busy cooking, gathering food, or chasing around my 4-year-old. Sometimes chasing my daughter around counts, and I even log it in to Spark, but sometimes it really does not. For instance, last night we spent the better part of the evening drawing. That does not count, right? LOL.
So, I am not one for resolutions, but given the cruddy start two days running, I must resolve herein to just get to the gym, without worrying so much about what I do when I get there. So, I will get there tomorrow morning and be a better man for it.
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