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My Weight Loss
| Height: | 167.6cm |
| Start weight: | 250.00lb |
| Current weight: | 241.00lb |
| Goal weight: | 174.00lb |
| Lost to date: | 9.00lb |
| Remaining: | 67.00lb |
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XBox, X-Men and ex wives
Hello to all,
First of all, greetings and thanks to TheStoutSupersta for her comments. You guys make me feel pretty cool.
Just finished my Saturday with my Reserve unit. I didn't dwell too much on the negatives today, it was good to get down to buisness and do some training. I managed to weigh myself again this evening and I'm down 1 pound!
I'm trying to hold down my joy, because usually it involves food I shouldn't eat. I'm taking stock of all the things I've done in the past to manage my weight....looking at what worked and what didnt, reviewing my meal plans and my training. The bottom line is my failure to maintain a healthy weight was primarily based on my lack of commitment to basic principles:
eat the right food
eat small meal balanced meals
exercise
Its not a diet. It cant be a diet. They never work. If it did do you think Tony Little would still be on the shopping channels hustling "gazelles" or emus or whatever? Of all the things I spent money on to control my weight I think the two best values are for a decent pair of shoes and a digital food scale. The shoes are self explanatory, but the scale was the kicker. When I ordered fast food or popped some breaded pre-packaged meat by-product in the microwave I didnt know or care what I was eating. When I prepared my own meals, measured my proteins, my grains, fixed my ruffage(salad), I knew what was in front of me. You wouldn't think 2 ounces of cheese was very much, but try running 2 ounces through a cheese grater -- and marvel at the glory that is mount queso! I promise I will get serious and write down my daily menu to see if anyone wants to take a stab at it - or make fun of it, whatever floats your boat. But I wont do that until after I get home-- I need to spend time with the missus and enjoy being home.
As for the title of my post, I've learned some interesting things about myself lately:
1. I love my Xbox. At 40, I dont have many opportunities to go hang out with my buds -- they all have wives and kids and work and stuff. I like being home with Cristina, she's my best friend. So I recently bought one of those XBox things and tried my hand at something simple (or so I thought) Halo3. The online part of it meant I could play against people all over the world
Naturally I got spanked...but it was a hoot! And Its nice to be a kid sometimes --never pass up an opportunity to be a kid once in a while.
2. X-Men. I'm watching the X-Men on tv and I think that sometimes I feel like an outcast (a mutant) because of my weight. But I also learn - like in the movie, that I'm not alone, and I have a place to go and blog about my day. oh, by the way thanks for being who you are, I appreciate it. Now about those mutant powers....
3. My ex wife is nuts. The more I deal with her I realize a good definition of insanity: doing the same thing over and over again expecting a different result each time. I have to make sure to apply that to my philosophy for weight management. Well, enough wasting space. I wish everyone success and joy.
see you on the other side
One weekend a month my chunky bubble butt!
Hello to all again. Its been a busy couple of days -- and I haven't been anywhere near a scale (thankfully) or the gym. I traveled to Denton, TX today to take part in my new ritual of one weekend a month. Yep, I'm in the Army reserves -- one of those call up things where the Army was short of personnel to fill positions because everyone is occupied in Iraq and Afghanistan. I had been on active duty before, but was out a little over two years when they gave me a call. I never regretted raising my hand to enlist back on 12 Dec 1990, and I have never been more proud than when I wore the uniform. But now....enh
I say that because I feel like a fool every second that I wear my uniform. Not because my opinion has changed about my service or anything. Im just an embarrasment when I walk into a room full of soldiers and before they even know my name they already have an assessment of me. You know: "who is that fat bastard?"
(hmm..what a difference a day makes. I'm already through two paragraphs
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Gee, this "square one" deal feels a bit familiar.......
Greetings to all. This is my very first blog about anything ever. I guess its appropriate that I start one where I focus on the most important thing in my life -- myself. This has been a long time coming, and I have let myself down a lot in the past, but I need to do this to get a grip on my life. I dont feel right in any sense: not pysically, emotionally, or spiritually. It all seems to begin and end with my weight so I need to master that part of me before anything else can develop. I guess I'll write more as I get comfortable about this blog thing. does everyone have this problem in the begining?

