Self Sabotage

I was on my way to pay the membership fees for the YMCA.. I had my application in hand and money in my pocket when I left work early last Thursday to head south to the Thorton YMCA.

It was 5:00 so traffic was a madhouse and I mistakenly took the B.A. from downtown. I sat still for what seemed like 20 minutes. Frustrated, I took the next exit, deciding that 5:00 was not a good time to do this. "I'll just go tomorrow morning" I tell myself.

On the way home I stop at the comic store where I drop 40 bones, then Kym asks me to pick up dinner. So I drop another 30 on burgers from Hank's for the family and I. And that, internets, is how quickly I spent $70 of the $100 cash reserved for the gym membership. Balancing the checkbook revealed that too was not an option.

Now I must wait until payday (next Monday) before signing up. My birthday is next Wednesday and barring any more self-sabotage I should be on my way to weight-loss by the time I hit the big 3-0.

Back on Track . . .Again . . .and Again.

I know, I know, I know, Internets, it's been a long ass time since you've heard the tales of one Fubsy McChubberson and his adventures in weight-loss / training for runs (say WHAT?!), but I'm back. For good. For real.

It's almost exactly 2 weeks until I turn 30 and I would be lying if I said this was not my major motivation right now. I recently saw some pictures of myself from high school and realized I had a false self image of myself even then. I always thought I was a fat dude, but I wasn't. I wasn't a skinny little F-er by any means, but not chubby in the least.

I think my false self-imagine allowed me to become truly fat in my 20s. I think it's safe to say that I have spent my entire 20s overweight and getting worse each year. At 29.9 years of age and 350 pounds I am now morbidly obese. My 30s, I hope, will be a reversal of this.

I've begun looking at gyms and hope to join one in the next week. I am again motivated, once more feeling that this time I will be awesomely victorious. So please check back soon as I promise to post more and keep you abreast of my progress.

Who knows? Maybe if I make good time, I'll even run that run that began this whole blog.