Backfat on Trackfat

So, I'll see what I can do about this once a week post. I've certainly been neglecting my poor weight loss blog and I'm sure it has something to do with neglecting my poor Weight Loss. But I'm feeling good today. I've been bringing my lunch to work each day, eating considerable less, and I just went on a walk around downtown Tulsa so I'm feeling good.

I hope I can keep this momentum up. I'm sure I can. I've been feeling inspired recently. This weekend I am participating in a 24-hour Video Race so I've been getting the creative juices simmering. I think this has jump started other initiatives as well. Hopefully I can redirect it to all the right places.


The nice weather helps. I am really looking forward to Spring. In fact, I created a little springtime-anticipation playlist over at my new music blog, Great Big Sounds. I've been posting there much more frequently as my music listening is much healthier than my-- well-- health. So if you want to read something from me and I haven't appeared here in a while, you can always pop over there and leave me a message ridiculing me for eating too many burritos and exercising nil.

By the way, I lost one pound since last week.

Current Weight: 344

Wednesday Weigh-In: Stand Still

So the last time I weighed was January 16th. It's been a couple of weeks, but I've been a bit more active (if you count playing Wii every 3rd night as active). I'm still eating quite a bit for lunch and I'm sure it has to do with the 2:30pm lunchtime I get everyday. It would help to eat breakfast. It would help to eat a small snack before noon. It would help to quit analyzing it all and just act on it . . . but that's hard. It's really hard. Did I mention it's hard. Anyway, let see the numbers:

Last Weigh: 345
Current Weight:345
Change: 0
Mood: want to cry myself over a bowl of chili.





So once again there is no change and I take full responsibility. Yea, yea, I know no pounds gained is a good thing, but no pounds lost isn't really what I'm going for either. Again, I know what I have to do (eat even better, more physical activity . . . and train, dammit, train), but I struggle with the initiation of it.

I turn 30 in about 6 weeks. The Tulsa run is now about 8 months away. The clock is seriously ticking and I'm at a freaking stand still.

Wii Journal

Day 1: The Wii is installed and the family is loving it. Wii Sports will definitely give me a work out. I break a big sweat playing boxing for a couple hours. I question my parenting skills when I find myself saying "Quit crying, kid, you'll get your turn, but for now-- daddy's got to fight!"

Day 2: I can't move my arms. Who would've thought a video game could cause so much physical pain. I search for games that only require the push of the "A" button, but eventually master the art of playing baseball and tennis by sitting down and flicking my wrist forcefully. Eventually, this too makes me wince.


Day 3: After a full days rest I return to boxing and again break a huge sweat. This is the most physical exercise I've gotten in some time, but I force myself to quit after cussing out the wii LeVar Burton for kicking my ass.


Day 4: Begins with pain . . .

Wednesday What-In?

That is my "Oh Shit" face. Yea, so today is Thursday and I forgot to weigh yesterday . . . and today. Of course, I'm a little scared to weigh, but it also comes down to a logistics, too. The elevators that take me up to the awesome antique scale that I've been weighing are blocked due to construction. So I've been entering and exiting the building other ways and no longer pass the big metal "yer fat" reminder. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

So instead of a weigh-in, you get a pic of me looking shamefully at said scale:


I'm getting back on track though, but dude am I broke. Eating healthy is expensive, too. Seriously. No excuses here. Wild Oats or just good natural food at Target costs way more than eating fast food or buying shit out of a can or box at the Neighborhood Food Trough.

Did I mention we got my son Beckett a Wii for his birthday. This is the cause of said brokenness, but hopefully will be the source of much physical activity. Exercise from a video game? Who knew right? So stay posted on that. We are gonna give it to him on Saturday. I'm hoping it propels me into physical activity, as that is still the one thing I can't seem to kick start.

Advertising is for ideas.

So I got two new ideas about losing weight, both inspired by actual magazine adds. First there was this one:
I have no idea what the hell "suspensoin" means, but the phrase "Freeze, wait, reanimate" is bad-frickin'-ass. So I'll just freeze myself until a cure for fat is found. I wonder if I'll take longer to thaw.

Then, if that doesn't work there's always this:


Let's just focus on the title first-- "Overcoming Physical Death." Dude, if I was invincible I could be as fat as I wanted to be and I would never die. How sweet is that? Then, there is the body of the add. Wake up, internets, apparently the enemy isn't obesity. The enemy is REINCARNATION. Screw round after round of death and rebirth, and screw losing weight. I gotta get invincible, yogi!!

Not really sure why I'm posting this:


(Apart from it being slightly hot), I found it awesome being on the same page as the "Freeze, wait, reanimate" shit.

"I'm totally gonna freeze myself, bro, but first I'm gonna need $29.95 and 46 minutes."

I'm also changing the name of this blog to "Paddled and Possessed."

Boobs, Brawls, and Bouncy Brothers

My wife and I were talking about growing up and being kids. Kym said she was the first one in her group to get boobs. Oddly enough . . . . so was I.
My baddass friend, Robert, who is of similar size, (and who will soon join me in the 3 kid club), has thrown down the gauntlet and proposed a bit of friendly competition. I would love to bring out my competitive side. It's generally pathetic and recently non-existent, so this would do me some good. So, Robert, I'll be waiting on you to track your progression somewhere and I'll be sure to link to it and feature it so people can follow us both, choose sides, and cheer on their favorite Fat Dad.

Anyone else willing to join the race can as well, both figuratively and literally. Send me your weight-loss blogs and let's all meet up in Tulsa in October for the run.

Along these same lines-- my friend and trusty comic pimp, Shawn, at Mammoth Comics had an awesome idea a few months ago that I should start a group here in town. We could all go running and compete in sports together or against dudes way fatter than us (C'mon, we have to boost our confidence somehow.) I think this is a great idea as well.

I'm an only child and grew up doing lots of stuff alone, but I'm not sure if weight-loss is one of those things. I haven't had a good go at it so far. So look forward to more on these fronts and send me your challenges / blogs / ideas.

The Dude with the Man-Boob,
TJ

Weigh-In Wednesday: How 0 is an Awesome Number

So one week has gone by and I lost a big Judge Whopnerin' 0 Pounds. Yep, internets, that's a big fat nothing, nil, nadda, zip, zilch, doodley squat. Although 0 is the fattest of all the numbers . . . That's pretty sweet.

Speaking of-- lets talk fat-friendliness of the digits:

1 is too damn skinny

2 is a skinny dude that fell to his knees after being punched in the stomach.

3 does look like man boobs . . . that is also pretty cool.

4 & 7 have no curvy lines whatsoever so bullocks to them

5 does have a beer gut, but we cannot be obese from beer gut alone

6 & 9 bring up sexual connotations, of course, and since chubby dudes often suffer in this area they must be omitted.

8 . . . okay 8 might be cooler than 0 because 8 looks like a fat dude with an equally fat head and I can certainly relate to that.

This could be the lamest or most awesomeness post ever. You decide, internets. . . .