I had good gym workouts Tuesday and Thursday. It really is easier going without AJ, because I can stay as long as I like and I don't have to worry about leaving him at the day care. I'll still do that, but it's nice not to need to every time.
I feel like my metabolism has revved up a little this week because I am constantly starving. By the way, when I first typed the word in the title, I had a typo and it read "meatbolism," which definitely sounds like an affliction I might have. Anyway, I've eaten pretty well this week. The chicken fajitas lasted for a while and I used the leftovers a few different ways. That's always nice.
No gym today, although I'm starting to think that maybe AJ and I should have gone there after all. He's just a bundle of explosive, boundary-testing energy these days. I guess that's pretty typical for two though, and all in all he's a really sweet kid. He seems very excited about the prospects of a baby sister. We'll see if that actually sticks when she arrives this fall.
Friday, July 17, 2009
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
The Tuesday/Thursday schedule
Having any sort of routine helps me work out better. I still don't love going to the gym, but when I get in the habit of doing it, it becomes much less arduous. I also always feel better after I go. Right now AJ is in summer camp on Tuesdays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays from 8 AM until noon. Thus, I have made Tuesday and Thursday mandatory gym days. I figure if I get two really good workouts in on those days, and one or two other ones sometime during the week, I'm good to go. Last night I made healthy chicken fajitas for dinner--low carb, whole wheat tortillas, just a sprinkle of 2% cheese, and fat free refried beans. They were as good as or better than their less healthy counterparts. I made a bunch of the chicken so tonight I'll use the leftovers for a southwestern chicken salad.
Meanwhile, AJ is being as terrible two-ey as he has ever been. I think it might be the combination of going to camp while trying to learn potty training, but man, he is an opinionated little devil right now. When I say "Don't touch that," at home, he clearly hears me as having said "Please, go nuts, and mess with that thing over and over again until Daddy goes mental." Right now this especially applies to overhead light and fan switches...all of which he can now reach with his monkey arms. I think he has spent more time on the time out wall the past week than he had the rest of the year combined.
But what are you going to do? He's acting like a two year old. Which is exactly what he is.
Meanwhile, AJ is being as terrible two-ey as he has ever been. I think it might be the combination of going to camp while trying to learn potty training, but man, he is an opinionated little devil right now. When I say "Don't touch that," at home, he clearly hears me as having said "Please, go nuts, and mess with that thing over and over again until Daddy goes mental." Right now this especially applies to overhead light and fan switches...all of which he can now reach with his monkey arms. I think he has spent more time on the time out wall the past week than he had the rest of the year combined.
But what are you going to do? He's acting like a two year old. Which is exactly what he is.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Why another blog?
I already have one blog that nobody reads, so why on earth would I possibly need another one? Because this one is going to be more focused, and much more important. It's going to be about my kid (soon to be kids), and it's going to be about me being healthy. That's all. If neither of these interests you, then I completely understand. I can't imagine that many people will want to read any of this, and that's okay. This is just for me more than anything.
I feel like I have always been fat. I haven't, which is weird now, looking back. I remember junior year of high school I lied about my weight for the football roster, rounding up by a few pounds because I thought 200 sounded more impressive. This means that A) there was a time around 20 years ago when I weighed under two bills and B) there was an instance in which I wished I weighed more than I actually did.
Neither of those is the case now.
In 2006 I weighed in at 346 pounds. I think that was my absolute heaviest, but I may just call it an even 350. In 2007 I had a son on the way and an upcoming movie shoot--two great reasons to get motivated. I got down to the low 280s by spring and then reached 275 that fall. In late 2007 and 2008 I regressed. In the summer of 2008 I think I ballooned back up to around 325 or 330. Late last year and earlier this year I got back on track. In March I weighed 280. Then my back started acting up (bone spurs on my spine, good times), and I got back up to at least 295.
I don't need a chart or a graph to sense a disturbing pattern here.
So, I'm done with this. I'm done with yo-yoing up and down. I'm done with finding excuses to eat crappy food and to not work out. I have a boy who is two years and four months old and he's the most amazing thing I have ever seen, and I don't want to stroke out or have a heart attack while he is a kid. He's getting a baby sister this fall, which is so cool and yet so wild I haven't even fully wrapped my brain around it.
Anyway, like I said, this blog is mostly for me. It will give me a concrete way to track progress, but more importantly, if I think people actually are reading it, it will help make me a little more accountable. So, if you've gotten this far, you're obviously somebody who cares, so I ask this favor of you: become a follower of this blog. That can only help me out. You don't have to comment, or even really have to read this. But just seeing followers will prod me to keep at this.
Here's one other thing that I'm just throwing out there. If anyone ever sees me and I look like I have slipped, I hereby extend the following unconditional offer: if you ever catch me weighing over 300 pounds again I will give you $20 on the spot. That's all. This applies to anyone I know, anytime, forever.
I will have lots of boring rambling to come, so I'll wrap this up for now with a story about the name of the blog. It comes from A.J., of course. His verbal skills are crazy good for a little tyke his age, but he still doesn't exactly always phrase things correctly. The name of this blog is one of his favorite sentences, and he uses it nearly any time he is asking me to do something or get something for him. So, if there is something he wants done, instead of asking me "Daddy, will you do it?" he simply says "Daddy will do it," like it's already a done deal. It's pretty funny. So that's how I'm treating this vitally important concept of being healthy and being a good dad. You're right, A.J. Daddy will do it.
I feel like I have always been fat. I haven't, which is weird now, looking back. I remember junior year of high school I lied about my weight for the football roster, rounding up by a few pounds because I thought 200 sounded more impressive. This means that A) there was a time around 20 years ago when I weighed under two bills and B) there was an instance in which I wished I weighed more than I actually did.
Neither of those is the case now.
In 2006 I weighed in at 346 pounds. I think that was my absolute heaviest, but I may just call it an even 350. In 2007 I had a son on the way and an upcoming movie shoot--two great reasons to get motivated. I got down to the low 280s by spring and then reached 275 that fall. In late 2007 and 2008 I regressed. In the summer of 2008 I think I ballooned back up to around 325 or 330. Late last year and earlier this year I got back on track. In March I weighed 280. Then my back started acting up (bone spurs on my spine, good times), and I got back up to at least 295.
I don't need a chart or a graph to sense a disturbing pattern here.
So, I'm done with this. I'm done with yo-yoing up and down. I'm done with finding excuses to eat crappy food and to not work out. I have a boy who is two years and four months old and he's the most amazing thing I have ever seen, and I don't want to stroke out or have a heart attack while he is a kid. He's getting a baby sister this fall, which is so cool and yet so wild I haven't even fully wrapped my brain around it.
Anyway, like I said, this blog is mostly for me. It will give me a concrete way to track progress, but more importantly, if I think people actually are reading it, it will help make me a little more accountable. So, if you've gotten this far, you're obviously somebody who cares, so I ask this favor of you: become a follower of this blog. That can only help me out. You don't have to comment, or even really have to read this. But just seeing followers will prod me to keep at this.
Here's one other thing that I'm just throwing out there. If anyone ever sees me and I look like I have slipped, I hereby extend the following unconditional offer: if you ever catch me weighing over 300 pounds again I will give you $20 on the spot. That's all. This applies to anyone I know, anytime, forever.
I will have lots of boring rambling to come, so I'll wrap this up for now with a story about the name of the blog. It comes from A.J., of course. His verbal skills are crazy good for a little tyke his age, but he still doesn't exactly always phrase things correctly. The name of this blog is one of his favorite sentences, and he uses it nearly any time he is asking me to do something or get something for him. So, if there is something he wants done, instead of asking me "Daddy, will you do it?" he simply says "Daddy will do it," like it's already a done deal. It's pretty funny. So that's how I'm treating this vitally important concept of being healthy and being a good dad. You're right, A.J. Daddy will do it.
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