Got to move my buns!

When last I posted, I was excited because I was showing progress with the path I was travelling down. I was feeling pretty decent, not getting super hungry, and was losing a bit of weight according to the scale.

Cut to last week, when we (the family) were all stressed with school starting back, we had numerous home projects going at the same time, and tensions were high. My reaction was to stop walking in favor of relaxing on my lunch breaks. I ate a few meals late at night instead of stopping at my fasting cut off time. And i let stress take over my decision making process.

The result was that I gained half the weight I’d lost back.

You gotta work for it, friends. Nothing is handed to you for free. I knew this but I let my emotions dictate my actions.

To quote my dear Negan, “Back to it!” I hope to have those rediscovered pounds off by weeks end.


13 years flashed before my eyes

This morning, our oldest son and I got up and went for breakfast. We do this on occasion, but it has been awhile, and with school starting up next week, I thought it was time. While we were siting down to eat after making our way around the Shoney’s breakfast buffet, I found myself a little sad. 13 years flashed before my eyes as we ate, and I realized that there was so much wasted time that I took for granted. Our oldest boy has always been home schooled. He’s always been there, helping out around the house or ready to go when we needed to go. He was home when I left for work, he was home when I returned. But now … in just a matter of days … our paths will seldom cross during the week.

Even if I wasn’t working a 2nd job, I still wouldn’t see him but for a minute or two. He will be gone all day, and even when he gets home, I’ll be going off to my full time job. When I get home, he will be asleep. On Saturdays, I work morning to afternoon, so we’ll have that evening, and most of the day Sundays, but still … I’ve always read those meme’s on Facebook that tell you not to work your life away, or to take for granted the moments we’re given … but evidently I didn’t listen.

I’m excited for our son to be starting this new adventure. He will be going into 9th grade at a private Christian school. He’s as prepared as we could make him, and I know there is a little part of him – behind the nervousness – that is excited to be leaving home to make new friends and new experiences. I just hope we’ve done enough. And, of course, I’m selfish and don’t want him to go at all.


A week and some change in

My last post, on the 23rd of July, I proclaimed my first day in a new, still forming, plan. 9 days in, I’m ironing out a few kinks, but i seem to be doing okay. While i am not 100% sure of my full-on starting weight before my announcement, I am sure of where I started that day when I stepped on the scales. I’m pleased!

Changes I’ve made include: starting and sticking to the 16/8 Intermittent Fasting plan, walking on my 30 minute lunch breaks at night 5 days a week, only eating when I’m hungry enough to actually be and feel hungry. This last one is a big one because, use to, I’d be like, “Ok, well I’m not hungry, but I probably will be later so I better eat something.” Then I’d attack junk food, still be hungry later, eat more. Now, I don’t eat until either my stomach actually growls, or I start to feel a bit nauseous, which tells me I’m definitely hungry. I’ve also cut out the midnight snacking (16/8IF), and don’t buy junk on my breaks at either job.

I’m struggling on some of these, but happy with my results so far. I thought weekends would be the toughest, and may still prove a challenge, but right now the scales have me interested in seeing if I can make the numbers go lower.

Once more unto the breach …

Today I woke up with a new found determination that has been building over the last few days. Today I started out on “day one” of an intermittent fasting plan. It isn’t a complete plan, yet, but I am slowly developing it as each day passes.

I’m watching Youtube videos of people – both educated and amateurs – and reading blog posts and health articles. Out of all of that, I’m forming my own Frankenstein’s monster and adapting it for my own use.

Here goes nothing!

Dignity, Shmignity

The inevitable has finally happened. I’m officially starting to fall into the “old man” category. I’ve been scheduled for my first colonoscopy. They knock me out and do unthinkable things while running a camera up my butt, and no one but those in the room at the time will ever know about it. I’m also having a camera ran down my throat in search of damage and/or cancerous patches caused by years of dealing with acid reflux.

On a more positive note, tomorrow I begin yet another attempt at weight loss. Won’t go on a long rant about will power or failures. Instead, I’ll just ask for good thoughts, prayers, and some sensational vibes to be sent my way.

Peace, out.