I’ve been ignoring the elephant in the virtual room lately…me. Last year, my illness really pulled off the weight to the sound of 20 pounds. The only good side effect of losing one’s appetite with occasional vomiting.
The weight came back with a vengeance for 2017. Well, that and food finally started tasting good again. If you know my family’s DNA, we’re fond of food. Hell, the 23andme.com had an update recently to tell me I’m likely to be on the right-side of the weight curve. Then the punch in the figurative stomach came via them. I should weigh around 205 for my age and height. Ugh! I’m a good 50 pounds over now. A horrible new record in my life. I should’ve known this earlier since putting on my Chucks makes me break out into a sweat.
But you love to run! Yup. Exercise does help. However, if you still eat as I’ve done for the last several months, I’m just a “fitter” fat guy. Like a real-life Hank Hill. I can’t think of anyone who’s overweight in The Walking Dead.
So after we get back from Las Vegas, Somara is going to help me out yet I have to take more charge of it.
- No more Arby’s. I can pull that one off.
- More water. After this thing I watched via pbs.org, I’m good because I’m not big on “sports” drinks.
- More greens. Salad line, not calzone at work. Damn!
- Less marbled meat, aka Whataburger and probably the chicken-based stuff at Pinballz and Tarboosh, my new afterwork obsession.
- Less eating in general.
- We have a basketball court at work now. I’m still pushing for making a little organized-league thing and I scored an NBA-specific ball.
- Our house-sitting schedule is also in place until Fall. With Austin’s super humid and hot weather. I’ve got a feeling I can shed a few thousand calories from watering plants.
In honor of Operation Fatso 17, I’m making a new progression bar to tackle my long-term plan to permanently shed the 50 pounds. I know it will take some years barring something drastic like a tapeworm, middle-age mono or swallowing a balloon. If Brian Posehn can lose 60 by drinking Diet Cokes (not recommended) and walking his dog, I can pull it off and I’m six inches shorter.
Now to get my last gastronomic joys in Las Vegas by Tuesday.