I missed a week.
If it’s any consolation I only missed posting a blog, not eating right and exercising. I am officially through one month (technically one month and one week). As it stands I am down 25 lbs. (technically 25.2). I am also enjoying the added benefit of fitting into clothes that I previously couldn’t wear (technically I wore them but I shouldn’t have). I have a couple of work shirts that I wear twice a week and while I have worn them since receiving them, I taxed them far beyond the abilities of mortal clothing. I am happy to report that they now fit comfortably. I am also down two notches on my belt-something else that was taxed beyond normal standards. I am feeling better and if I may be so bold, I am looking better.
That’s not to say that this first month has been without its trials. There have been several nights after work where going to the gym has been a struggle. I’ve had to talk myself out of the comfort of my car like a hostage negotiator. “C’mon, you have to work with me here. You go inside and I’ll make sure you get the large pizza, helicopter and $1,000,000 in small, unmarked, non-sequential bills.” Fortunately, just like on TV I fall for it every time even though I know I can’t fulfill any of my demands.
It has also occurred on two occasions that I have missed the gym in the morning before work. The first day was the day after labor day in which I had played baseball and swam(?) swimmed(?)-had swummed(?) (At any rate I was in a pool doing that thing were you move your arms and legs so as not to die). The second was just this last Tuesday when I woke up at the sound of my alarm and turned it off and then was awakened 20 minutes later by my 4 year old crawling into bed. But despite that I just made it up later in the week and haven’t missed going to the gym 5 times in a week, yet.
Eating right has not been as challenging, YET, as I thought it would be. My wife has been doing some amazing, “clean eating” recipes which she posts on her blog at 365ish Days of Pinterest (Nothing wrong with a little cross promotion, right?). We’ve eaten well. We have a cheat day once a week in which we are allowed one sweet treat. So when I have a craving for something I just talk myself into waiting for cheat day. When cheat day comes I find that I am not willing to over do it on the sweet treat because I don’t want to undo all the hard work it took to get to the cheat day. Side note: once I reach my desired weight I plan on tearing through a carton of Bear Claw ice cream. Trust me, 2017 can’t get here fast enough.
I am enjoying my gym membership. As I mentioned in a previous post, I have been waiting to try the elliptical machine as it protested loudly the first time I tried to use it. Well, today I gave it another shot. It still protested although not as loudly and since there were plenty of other people using the protesting machines I felt confident enough to carry on. I joined the chorus of elliptical machines, mine, of course, singing lead. Just after I had passed one mile (yeah me!) there came a loud CU-CHUNK from my machine (which I’m pretty sure is elliptical for “Okay, fat boy, this is as far as I take you.“) so I quickly stopped, wiped it down and walked away like I had never been there. I am dreading the return trip tomorrow morning where I expect to see that particular machine replaced with a grave stone which reads “RIP-elliptical #3-You gave more than was asked-and that last guy was asking a lot!”
I have made a new friend at the gym whose name aptly enough is Jim. He is an older gentleman who could exercise circles around me and most of the people there. He took time one day to tell me how much he admired us “big guys” who find a way to get to the gym and exercise on a regular basis. He didn’t say it with any pity or sarcasm. It was pure compassion and encouragement. We see each other on Mondays and Tuesdays and now we talk regularly.
That is one thing I have appreciated through the beginning of this process. I have received encouragement from so many people: My family, my church family, friends, co-workers, customers, complete strangers. It is a blessing to have you all supporting me. I’ll be honest (as I mentioned in the first post) I probably would have quit already if I was just trying to do this for myself. Knowing that you all are supporting me and encouraging me, the people-pleaser in me just doesn’t want to let you down. So thank you for your month long support. I looked forward to rejoicing in victory with you all at the end. The ice cream will be on me.