Shameful, but there's still hope
Blogging is kinda like writing your mother -- you know you should do it and you think about it every day, but the longer you go without doing it, the more awkward it is to actually sit down and put fingers to keyboard.
(Sigh.)
I feel like I've been doing this alot. (I wish I could add "lately".) By "this" I mean apologizing to you, who've been so faithful and supportive and checking in on my sorry excuse for a blog on a regular basis. You deserve a better effort from me. So again, I say with all sincerity, I'm very sorry for not writing sooner, Mom... er, EP-ites.
Here's what's been going on for the last two months:
My job is going very well. I've now gratuated from orientation at The Poop Factory, but of course still have lots to learn. I enjoy the entire staff (including the doctors) very much. You've got to have a sense of humor about your work to help folks through colonoscopies every day, and my informal goal is to get a laugh out of every patient. I'm usually successful, and why not? Your bowels are a gas!
Unfortunately, as far as the blogging is concerned, the old job with its down-time during the night-shift was far more conducive schedule-wise to being able to jot down my innermost wierdness during a shift. It's not a terribly good excuse, I know, but I've been just waiting for "blog time" to open up at home and it's just not happening. Blog Time is going to have to be made, it appears.
So how's the weight loss going? you ask. (Sigh again.) I've come to grips with the fact that I flat-out took the summer off as far as the diet goes. Mercifully I didn't balloon up the way I should have. (Semi-regular exercising is probably to thank for that.) I've put on ten pounds since the last time I entered my weight, which I'm SHOCKED to see was in JULY! (What's the matter with me?!)
Believe it or not, I can feel the difference in the weight increase. Some of those pants that were getting really loose, well, they ain't so loose anymore. I've also noticed my scrubs fitting a little differently, which is not a good thing. (I can't wear the XL's I purchased at the end of the summer -- I can't bend over without giving a partial moon-shot to anyone with a sight-line. Yuck. I wouldn't want to see it either!)
My workouts have been sporadic at best. Starting in mid-October, I'd buckled down and had worked out 4-5 days a week for 3-4 weeks. I wasn't dropping any weight, but was seeing some positive body changes again. Then, about 2 weeks ago, I got sick and haven't worked out since. The illness has gone from flu to cough and repeated the cycle. A naggy thought in the back of my brain tells me that if I were eating better, this wouldn't have lasted as long, but honestly, who knows.
So, the question remains, "How we gonna turn this boat around?"
A good question, that speaking of boats, has an interesing answer: Incentive. My wife and I will soon be celebrating our 10th wedding anniversary. She's been dropping subtle hints for a few years that she wants to do something BIG for our 10th. Subtle like, "Let's buy me something expensive!" She's going to have to settle for a short cruise to the Bahamas. This brings me back to my incentive: I'm looking forward to taking my shirt off in public and not having my fellow guests requiring emergency trips to the infirmary for something along the lines of "seasickness" medication. Nothing provides incentive like a threat of a little public embarrassment.
Incentive, Part II: Because of the trip, I am now basically broke. This is a good thing. Why? you ask. Another very good question. Probably my biggest vice when it comes to food is eating out, which is expensive. If you can remember back to the last milennia (when I was still blogging regularly), you might recall that I am not a picky eater. I'm just as likely to "ooh" and "ahh" over something in a paper wrapper served to me in my car as a menu choice that I have to gesture at with my index finger because I haven't the foggiest idea how to pronounce it. Therein lies my biggest problem - indescriminate eating, especially of the fast-food variety. So, I have a little financial incentive to not eat spontaneously. I just don't have the dough for the mass-produced bread. This, I believe, will require me to resume planning my meals, a key component to my prior success. We'll also be eating far more fresh/whole foods from the grocery store as a result.
So, here's the rub: I've had an idea rattling around in my brain for a couple of weeks -- a contract with myself. I'm going to construct a very straightforward list of expectations I have for myself ('cause, as my wife knows all too well, I just don't do all that well with nuance) that will lead to better behaviors and therefore help me achieve my goals. When finished, I will print out a copy and post it on my fridge and in my car, the two places I struggle the most, and am quite likely to see on a regular basis. Any sugguestions are most welcome. Here's what I've got so far:
THE CONTRACT for SUCCESS
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I will not eat any fast food between now and the cruise.
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I will not eat in my car. (This may seem redundant, but even with food brought from home, I can snack indescriminately forever, as long as I'm driving. This will also rule out impulse buys at the gas station/grocery/drug store, etc...)
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I will drink 8-12 glasses of water every day.
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I will not watch more than 7 hours of TV per week (avg 1 hr/day), the only exception being that time on during workouts does not count toward my total, as it helps keep me focused/distracted. (Such a brain-drain-time-sucker the tube is. At first, 7 hours a week may seem like alot, but when I do an honest self-assessment... shiver!)
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I will have a focused work out for at least 1/2 hour a minimum of 4 days per week.
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I will research and implement a simple, whole-foods based diet.
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I will blog at EP at least twice a week.
I'm serious about sugguestions. Send 'em my way. I need all the help that I can get!
Blessings to you all. Thanks again for sticking with me. I hope to be checking in with you soon.



