Day 3: Trick or Treat. Can't See My Feet

Been out trick or treating with the kids and I'm beat so this one's gonna be short.

I thought I would periodically have basic posts on what I ate that day, my current weight, and exercise or running length. Let this be the first of those.

Breakfast: A frozen spicy chicken sandwich.

Lunch: 3/4 of a small Hideaway pizza and a salad.

Dinner: Leftover Cheeseburger and some chips.

Snacks: Oh c'mon, it's Halloween. I obviously ate a handful or two of candy. (pssst. . . click on this link for something awesome.)

Exercise: Walked about 4 blocks (while trick or treating).

Current Weight: Still 343

Obviously I am off to a poor start. I thought I'd do better than this. It helps seeing it typed out like that though. The day's meals look even worse when stacked together like that. This has really put things in focus.

Tomorrow I must do better.

A Palindrome of Pounds (The First Weigh-In)

343! Three hundred and forty-three frickin' pounds. A palindrome of pounds. That's my current weight according to the awesome vintage, yet accurate, scale in the lobby of the 320 S. Boston Building in beautiful downtown Tulsa.



It probably doesn't help that I gave into the one-two punch and what will be my biggest weakness during this whole process.

1. "Where do you want to go for Lunch?"
2. Mexican Food

Number 1 is the question I hear almost daily at the end of our newscast. I can't resist an invitation from co-workers to socialize and escape the workplace for a good hour (usually more).

Number two is my usual answer to question 1 and the primary reason why I don't support a crackdown on illegal immigration. Anyone who knows me can tell you that I would eat my weight in burritos.

I wonder how many burritos it takes to equal 343 pounds anyway? If only I'd been keeping count. . .

The Plan

Okay. So I got an idea on Saturday as I lay in the grass along Brookside sweaty and out of breath. I had just walked about a mile and a half up and down Peoria as the kids took part in the annual Boo-Ha-Ha celebration and I saw an older gentleman proudly wearing a Tulsa Run t-shirt picked up at the race he undoubtedly participated in earlier that morning. I knew instantly what had to be done. My ass needed to be in that race.

I have 3 small children and all the physical, mental, and emotional challenges/rewards that come with that. In less than 6 months I'll be turning 30 and in all honesty, without a major change I'll be dead long before another 30 passes by. I'm well over 300 pounds and the hight of my physical activity is a toss-up between putting my shoes on and walking from the car to my workplace.

As you can see, running in a 15k race a year from now seems laughable, probably impossible. I don't even know if it is a realistic goal, but I've got to give it a shot. So here I am, tracking my progress for all the world or at least for 12 of my closest friends and wackos who like to see pics of a chubby white dude with his shirt off. I've also asked my buddy Erin to help me document it on video so stay tuned for updates on that front as well

I don't have a diet plan, I don't have an exercise plan, and I sure as hell don't have a running plan, but I do have a plan for survival. At this point it's all I need.