The One Where I Know my Role (47 / 365)

$3.00 Bill Y'all

$3.00 Bill Y’all

Yo, yo, yo peeps.  MC MadDisaster here in the scene looking to be seen…

OK, that is just dumb.  I was having a conversation with someone online today and it revolved around why we were part of this “support” group on FB.   I had mentioned the negativity we all began our posts off with, including myself, like:

“I’ve only lost 1 pound this week”
“I totally failed this week”
“….Do better next week”

What I and these other folks were missing was that there was a lot of positives as well, the person that lost “ONLY” a pound should share how she did it with the person that gained a pound.  The individual that filed should see it not as failure, but a lesson, you tried this way and it didn’t work so try this.  Or probably more close, I didn’t try at all.  And finally my favorite, I will do better next time or start tomorrow or how about NEVER?

I stressed to my friends that negativity is how I go to where I am today and I will only be celebrating the positive from THIS moment on.  It will take a lot of work, as I am a natural cynic, but I am going to really find the lesson in all things, listen more and try to be positive.  Otherwise I will be as silly as a one dollar bill in a mad wad of Monopoly money.

Namaste.

The One Where I Like Myself (46 / 365)

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Harry scary man

Like my post yesterday said, I.had to take a minivacation.  But, today and this weekend rather all-in-all were pretty good.  I had a few small victories to add up. 

I was blessed to get to spend time with the kids sooner last night as Amanda got to spend a well deserved night with somebody girlfriends.  We watched Host and ate Cal-Mexican bar Rolex neither if which were good for me or my soul.

Today was movie day with the boys; Adam, Anthony and my FIL Mark went to see Pacific Rim.  Not bad, not bad at all, but not top ten.

I’m still in a lot of pain from the bike accident last week, but 24 Hour is back open after a week of renovations, so I’m going to hit it up early tomorrow for small victory #1.  I’m also going to stay away from soda and canned energy drinks for victory#2, and finally close out the day with a game with the kids for victory #3.

I will ease back in and if it gets too painful, change up the exercise. 

Fit now friends, its never too late to do something.

Namaste

The One Where I Like Myself (46 / 365)

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Harry scary man

Like my post yesterday said, I.had to take a minivacation.  But, today and this weekend rather all-in-all were pretty good.  I had a few small victories to add up. 

I was blessed to get to spend time with the kids sooner last night as Amanda got to spend a well deserved night with somebody girlfriends.  We watched Host and ate Cal-Mexican bar Rolex neither if which were good for me or my soul.

Today was movie day with the boys; Adam, Anthony and my FIL Mark went to see Pacific Rim.  Not bad, not bad at all, but not top ten.

I’m still in a lot of pain from the bike accident last week, but 24 Hour is back open after a week of renovations, so I’m going to hit it up early tomorrow for small victory #1.  I’m also going to stay away from soda and canned energy drinks for victory#2, and finally close out the day with a game with the kids for victory #3.

I will ease back in and if it gets too painful, change up the exercise. 

Fit now friends, its never too late to do something.

Namaste

The One Where I Have Come To Some Decisions (45 / 365)

My first bathroom selfie

My first bathroom selfie

If you are a casual follower, or a more seriously demented person and stalk my silliness on this page, you may have noticed my absence for two days.  This was by design.  I was thinking of stopping this project.  I was thinking about whether the direction of this project was actually helping me achieve my goals or just me being a dipshit.

Well, to be honest, I am exactly where I was 45 days ago.  BUT, that is not my blogs fault, it is my own self deprecation.  I hd forgotten what this blog was about.  Sharing and telling my experiences and associating that with pictures to learn to love myself.

Well, with that said, I am perfectly back and done with my self-indulgence.  I will ensure I am post my picture and some words of things I have learned or done along the way.  Thanks for putting up with my off days.

Namaste.

The One Where I Am Small (42 / 365)

Hello Kitty, meow.  Wow, I am a dork.

Hello Kitty, meow. Wow, I am a dork.

Small victories.  In life we have choices, my boss likes to say arbitrary things like “Chose the hill you want to die on”, especially when I am asking for something at work, or when he is defending our work.  It implies a large battle, the opposite of a small victory.  What is the difference between a major and a minor victory?  Not as much as you’d think.

Weight loss for one is an ongoing string of small victories.  It is fighting for each pound and recognizing EVERY choice you make impacts that line. It is knowing that you are in it for life and the race may never end, you may have to run this marathon the rest of your life.

Thinking of weightless as a large victory means you are on a diet, and chances are, you probably will gain it back.

Small victories commonly have huge payoffs, big rewards in emotional well-being and satisfaction, even if sometimes it is a little smug.  Early on in my weight loss, I would turn down alcohol or cake for example, and wonder why I was better than those around me.  The smugness wore off, but the feeling of pride that I was able to maintain my choices made me feel awesome.

That became my problem.  For me, three years ago now, I knew that I just had to move and stop eating pizza every day.  I did it for a week and it was a small victory that felt huge.   I started putting together strings of these little wins and realized I was creating a big win.  But then my focus became like a gambler.  If you have ever gambled or been addicted to gambling big, you will know this feeling.  Why bet $1.00 and win $1-$2 at a time, if I bet $50, I will win $50. 

That is how my weight loss turned, I stopped cheering for my small victories like my ex-wife’s jaw dropping when she saw that I had lost over 110 pounds when we bumped into each other, or, the first day I was able to ride my road bike all the way to work and home and I didn’t feel like dying.  These were huge in reward and payoff, but still little wins.  I traded them in though for the big win, and I crapped out. 

I LET life happen to me and allowed myself to accept loss, and chose poorly.  I am fat again solely on the bad choices I have made for the last twenty months.  It is time again to relish and love the small rewards, and in fact love ALL of the small things in my life, again.  It is getting in the pool and swimming four laps in good form.  It is finishing out a 40 minute indoor bike ride.  Hell at this point, I will take showing up at the gym as a small victory.

I just told my wife I needed a small win, and she asked what kind.  I hope this answered her.  It is now my responsibility to go get it.

Namaste.

 

 

The One Where I am Hardly Routine (39 / 365)

I brew my own, but love Starbucks cups, I am a junky

I brew my own, but love Starbucks cups, I am a junky

Here I am, like Burroughs, a junky to my own routine.  Sunday mornings are awesome to me, it is like the twilight of the day where the light is golden.  I know that within 24 hours, the work-a-day grind begins again, but I fight for my last hurrah with coffee and internet in hand.  It is my routine.

Some routines are good, like washing your funky self, brushing your teeth and loving – a lot of routines are good, as long as they do not consume you every waking moment like working out, drinking, etc.  Some are just bad.

WHAT ROUTINES IN YOUR DAILY LIFE WOULD YOU CHANGE?

This week I will trade routine for unexpected opportunity and laziness for work (on myself).

Namaste