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“4am. The cats decided to come from hiding and demand human interaction. I kind of want to tape them shut in a box. “
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Sometimes its not fun being the fat guy. Actually, it never is. I knew for a while now that I was getting back to where I was about 5 years ago, and I didn’t like it. Feeling bad, tired, lazy, gasping for breath when you try to put on your shoes. Not sexy. I don’t wanna be the fat ass who has a heart attack while watching tv (BTW R.I.P. Robert Schimmel – To survive Hep C, heart attack, and Cancer, yet die in a car crash… damn, lifes a bitch). I knew I was unhealthy, could tell by the increase in headaches and stuff. I knew my BP was terrible without checking. Luckily, at the convention I went to for work, they enticed us managers in by telling us they would give us $50if we came in and got a quick checkup (BTW I totally win, since I have AFLAC, I also got another $60 check for having the checkup. Score!).
But that checkup causes reality to set in. 233lbs. Fat. BP was 148/100 (the first try was 176/123, but they knew that had to be off). I decided that day that I had to do something. I was sick the whole week in TX anyways, so that helped by not eating too much. I decided that I needed to be back to 180lbs. It didn’t help (or maybe it did) that the day I got back, my blood work arrived at the house. Glucose high; ALT high; Cholesterol and Triglycerides high. The overall risk ratio should be below a 4. I was 7.3. No good.
Was I surprised? Shocked? No. Look at what I eat. Baconators, Double QTR pounders, Chik Fil A. Large Fries. 32oz or more of Dr Pepper a day. I blame no one but myself. Toss excuses like I work too much, no time to make food, etc. There is time. I only blame the fast food joints for making such tasty tasty burgers. But I knew what I was eating. Fat. Sodium. Bad shit.
And so kicked off Project 180. I felt my best at that weight. I can get back. I’ve done it before. The next few months will be smothered in eating well (not eating nuts and seeds like some vegan hippie, but eating better), walking/running, going to the gym. My goal is to run the RnR 1/2 marathon next year in Va Beach. My wife and I signed up to the Wicked 10k for Oct 30th, so, while I may not run it, I will complete it. Toss in a few 5k and 10k over the next 12 months and I am pretty sure I will be able to knock out the 1/2 marathon. I expect by summer to need to replace all my clothes. (Some fat, size 38 guy is gonna find a major score of Banana Republic clothes at the Salvation Army).
I got this. Its gonna be hard. Its gonna require dedication. I have a few cool gadgets and apps on my phone that make running fun. With school and work, its gonna consume that little bit of extra time I dont have to spare. Less Warcraft. Less 360 and PS3. Less tv. But I don’t mind. I don’t think I will like the alternative.
Peace and baconator grease…
will kill you if you forget to turn off the lights. Seriously. Ok, that was my late night half asleep/ half awake dream. Instead of sneaking around killing bad guys, Sam would run around the office, turning off random lights, then sneak up on you and make you pay for leaving them on. I know, you should not eat sweets before bed time, you’ll have weird dreams.
Anyways, I beat the story mode of Splinter Cell today on realistic mode. While I died more than I want to say, I really enjoyed playing on this setting. You can kind of play it as the gun slinging bad ass who kills all hostile in the area, the stealthy killer who picks off his targets, or by trying to evade detection and kill the minimum amount of people. Also, being able to learn from your mistakes is huge. Well, actually learning to be patient and waiting for your spot is huge. I always seem to have this death wish where I want to run in the middle of the pack of bad guys wearing a tiara and a pea shooter and believe I can take them all out. The game was just hard enough to leave me frustrated on some levels but not so hard that I wanted to toss my controller through the wall. While it was on the short side, I feel that I will probably go back through it and try the missions in different ways or even play some online as well.
Overall – 8 out of 10.
While taking a break from studying for my Calculus exam, I turned on the TV today to see a Subaru commercial. The guy was driving into a junkyard to retrieve his shifter from his car. He professed that his car saved his life. Reminded me of my accident I had many years ago. I will say right now, my Nissan saved my life. Thankfully, my wonderful grandparents helped me out with the purchase of a new car during my first failed stint in college. Instead of driving around an old beat up truck that was nearly as old as I was, I was in a modern car, with all the modern things (as of 1997) like airbags… and seat belts. A few years later, while driving home one night, a woman lost control of her car while entering the interstate. She spun out, hit a few cars, and I didn’t see her until the last second. I hit the brakes about 1 second before I hit her. At 65mph, you don’t slow that much in 1 second. The first people on the scene thankfully were a few Navy Corpsmen soon followed by EMT and Fire. All said one thing. You are lucky. Without your seat belt on or your air bag… no way you would be alive.
I know that was a lot of lead in to my real subject, but it was to make the point. Seat belts save lives. I can’t believe how many times I hear that someone died and they were not wearing a seat belt. Just last week, a local police officer died because he was thrown from his car. He was not wearing a seat belt. What the hell? These guys see first hand what can happen and still ignore the law. Its there for a reason. A friend once told me he did not wear seat belts because he was fearful of rolling in a ditch or catching fire and not getting his belt off in time. Sorry, invalid reason. You have to survive the initial impact for this to even matter. My crash did not change me by teaching me a lesson. It just re-enforced something I already believed in. Hopefully, you already wear your seat belt all the time. Hopefully you are never in an instance where you need to find out that you need your seat belt. Its a painful lesson to learn.