hell… My “discipline” follow its normal trend of about 2 weeks and then off the wagon I fell. Then I watched this video about a man who was born with a genetic deformity that left him with no arms or legs, simply nubs to get around on. The video shows him doing all sorts of stuff, including keeping his body in shape. Here I sit and the only deformity I have is a mental deformity of laziness. I have no idea where I got it, I grew up hard working. My dad was a very hard working, my mom also worked hard all the time. Perhaps it is a learned laziness, but despite all that, I simple have “no excuses” which is what the video was entitled. I will post a link in this blog. Tomorrow is a new day and on it I will begin anew. It is easily compared to our failures as Christians. Likewise, the Spirit will help us make better decisions regarding our bodies and conditioning it along with our minds to be vessels of the Gospel in the world. Enjoy the video and I will check back in when I have made more progress. I had gone from 215 to 197 before I fell off the wagon. Now I sit at 210.6. It will truly require life change.
Tomorrow, or today since it is now past midnight, I set out to get serious about my health. I am going to chronicle my journey on video and if all goes as planned I will be 40 pounds lighter in 20 weeks. That will put me back at the weight I was when I got married 6 years ago tomorrow. I was much more active back then and with 3 young kids I better get it together. I will also be blogging a bit throughout, more to keep my mind on the task at hand than anything else. My biggest problem is that I don’t think, I just eat whatever I want. A journey of a thousand miles begins with one step, well, here I go….today I weigh 207.8 pounds, my goal is 175 pounds.
It is now past midnight because of selfishness and pride. I went to bed with my beautiful wife at about 9:45. We were laying there laughing and playing and talking about the day. Then came the dreaded question that comes from time to time that just down right makes me boil with anger. It came differently this time, most likely due to my past reactions to the question and the arguments that ensued…”Do you know how badly I want to ask you a question that you hate right now?” Lying there with my shirt off I knew what the question was that she wanted to ask. Her question was, “When are you going to do something about your ever growing fat ass?!?” I’m sure her question isn’t worded like mine, but that is what I ear when she brings it up. Having had a few moments to reflect on it, common sense floods back in and I know that my wife loves me and she wants what is best for me. She knows that I hate my appearance and that I am not doing a dang thing to change it. No one likes accountability, but we ALL need it. In every aspect of our lives, we need discipline and accountability and I detest and have neither. I used to have it, but it is gone from me. I would rather be a selfish fat fool than to have anyone question me about my 11 pm bowl of cereal (its a nice big bowl too). I assume others are like me, but nonetheless, it is one aspect of my personality I would do away with if I could.
Diabetes complicates my journey, but I have merely used it a a convenient excuse in the past. An excuse to do nothing about the something that needs to have something done about it. So, for the next 20 weeks I will be drinking 64 ounces of water per day and consuming 1900 calories max with at a requirement to burn at least 300 of the calories. That is to meet a weight loss goal of 2 pounds per week and to be at 175 pounds on October 5th, 2013. I will take pictures of my progress and when I am feeling more confident about my appearance I will post the sad reality of tonights appearance so that I can be proud of what I will look like in 20 weeks. Its only 20 weeks. Surely I can muster the discipline of olden days to make my life better, right? I think I can, and today is the first day. Thanks for reading.
I love you Casey and I am sorry I do not accept accountability from you all that well. I am doing this for me, but also for you. I want to be your stud muffin on the inside and outside. I want to have the visual appearance of Superman with my natural internal affect of Tommy Boy, not vice versa. Thanks for 6 great years and here is to many many more times 6. I think I just felt an ab pop out a bit….no that was just a gas bubble.