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You get what you get.

Not much of an update today.  I’ve been very busy with some events this week and some new projects at work.  I still haven’t remembered to capture my weight to see if the diet is working.  I’ve slipped up a couple of meals but overall it’s going well and I’m getting better at following the plan.  I’ve worked out every morning this week so that’s been going well.  It has been tough getting up at 4:45am, working out for an hour, being at work until 5:15pm and then either watching the kid for the next few hours or going to an after work event.  The combination of schedule change, long hours, and not getting to see my wife much this week has made for a long three days.  Ha, when I typed three days I realized how sad this whole post is.  THREE DAYS? Big frickin’ deal…what a whiny baby.  I’m going to stop bitching, take out the garbage, get my ass to bed and do this thing in the morning.  See you in two more days.




This.  This is what I’m combating.  You know what the worst part is?  I don’t even have it as bad as some people.  My wife works in a dietary hell.  People around her are constantly eating candy, getting greasy burgers or pizza for lunch, or even bringing in frozen custard!  This, however is not about her.  This is about my attempt to stick to my new plan.  I hate to call it a diet because of the connotations.  This is going to be the new way that I eat. Soon, it will become a habit and eating healthy will be normal instead of the exception.  I’ve decided to focus on eating (since I do it all the time anyway) instead of exercise (which I can hardly seem to get myself to do at all).  Pretty clever when I put it like that, huh?  I will never be able to burn as many calories exercising as I’m capable of consuming so I’m renewing my focus on the kitchen.

Specifically I’m focused on portion size.  See, I already like to eat vegetables and fruit.  I don’t mind healthier cuts of meat and I think I’m finally becoming comfortable with cooking and eating fish.  Sushi really helped with that (this is fish?!).  I’m not saying that I don’t eat donuts, ice cream, cookies, etc. on occasion or even a giant greasy cheeseburger but that’s not a daily occurrence for me.  Well…okay, so maybe it was nearly daily, not the burger, but something.  I don’t think that was my main pitfall though.  I think it’s that when I eat something as innocuous as a salad I eat a massive fucking salad.  Even with a reasonable dose of dressing that is a ton of calories…from a salad!!!  So I’ve adopted a meal plan with a lot of options but each meal is pretty specific about the portion sizes.  So guess what ISN’T part of the meal plan.

Is that...is that a peep on a donut?
Is that…is that a peep on a donut?

That WAS however sitting in the break room.  It was sitting in the break room for hours like some kind of untouchable holy grail of donut-dom.  Every time I went in there for a coffee or a water it was staring at me, taunting me.  I grabbed a yogurt out of the fridge…I stared at the donut, I studied it…I began to visualize myself in front of an altar, carrying a bag of sand and wearing a whip and fedora.  I decided to finish my yogurt instead of dodging a volley of poisonous darts and a boulder.

Just as a I walked out of the break room I could swear I saw a single tear roll down that peep’s cheek.


St. Pat’s Blogover

St. Pat’s has got me in slow motion.  I’m sure all the beer and whiskey I drank and all of the food I ate really put me ahead of the curve on my fitness journey.

Yeah, THAT much food.
Yeah, THAT much food.  Seriously I thought it was a good idea to order all of that for myself.

Maybe if you consider all of the time I spent the next day shitting my brains out due to an over exuberant consumption of ghost chili seasoned hot wings and then the follow up mistake of blazing hot leftovers for lunch, you could argue that I probably broke even weight wise.  Is there such a thing as “crying like a man” while on the toilet?  Well, is there!?