The One where I am on Buffering (55 / 365)


Sometimes I don’t know if I can do this, sometimes I think I talk a lot.  Sometimes I feel as if I do not have a lot to say or there is no intrinsic value in my words.  But there is value in words, just not words without conviction or action.  You my friends, have been reading words without action and now it is time to do something about that.

Remember when we wer kids and there were cliff hangers over the summer?  who shot JR?  Shit we won’t know for two months.  Well, it is in that spirit that I am buffering amd will be off air for 60 days.

Can Mike lose 40 pounds naturally in 60 Days?
Will he ever ride a bike again?
Will he stop whining about worK

We will see, I will see you at 115 / 365


The One Chilling at the Pool (48 / 365)


What's that? Over there? Looking for a song....

Hanging at the pool with 40% of my kids, I’m in my mind and out of it.  The bells of the church are ringing, letting the faithful know its Jesus time.

My leg hurts, but I’m finding that to be just another excuse in my golf bag O’ tricks.

I have an idea stinging my head, more on that later.  It’s for Saturday.

For tonight I’m finding joy in the swimming of my life, the yells of lesser kids and the splashing of the water around me.


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.




The One With A Little Pain (40 / 365)



That’s me looking away wistfully; today has been trying in a first world kind of way.  Today, I have failed, been caught in a lie, moody, less than inspired and even hurt.  I guess that would be Karma.

The lie was white, the failure was at work, the moody was at my wife, the inspiration is at my putty party and I got hurt riding a bike. I’ve been told when you get older you font heal as fast.

I actually heard myself say, “oh damn, my hip”.  I’m getting old.

My gym is closed for a week, renovations, and now I can’t feel my right knee or hip. And my left elbow, do I’m going to try some body weight exercises like square and MAYBE lunged this week, and work on my stretching form.

The worst thing about right now is that the power supply on my laptop appears to have failed, so no DS9.   WAAAAAAH!


The One Where I am on a Date (38 / 365)

Nerd Glasses

Nerd Glasses

My wife and I have not been on a date in a long time, so when Mom and Pop In Law offer, we jumped on it.  Today has not been necessarily about physical health, but the quiet time and alone time we get until 2 PM, is completely a mental health check.   Our own mental health is just as important as the physical, and I feel so much stress relief tonight, makes me look forward to the bike ride and other tomorrow morning, followed by quiet time at the pool.  Until 2 PM.  Did I say that yet?  Tee-He.

We saw Man of Steel by the way, excellent.  It was not in 3D, I am helping her on a photo scavenger hunt for  Go see Man of Steel.  Seriously, now.


The One Where I Am Sharing (37 / 365)


GOOD LORD! 2 AM?  Utter look of disgust

My mother and father-in-law believe and share with us and their friends and family that things that occur in life can be lessons or blessings, and I love them for that.  With that being said, I was blessed today to share the gift of exercise and motivation with my sons Adam (15) and Anthony (13), both going on 30.

Inspired by the words of the Officer of the Henderson Police Department at 2:35 AM this morning, “As long as there are no bruises or broken bones, Corporal Punishment is still legal in Nevada“.  good to know and well played Mr. Officer, you get a policeman “A”.  I figured i had better tools than beating my two boys for being picked up at 2:00 AM, running through the sprinklers in a park over a mile from our house, like taking away the XBox and cellphones.

(INTERLUDE:  You read that right, the geniuses were running through gray water at 2 AM, I AM truly blessed that is all that they were doing)

So I took their electronica, but as I went to work tired, and no energy I thought back to the days of boot camp and was truly inspired.  It became obvious to me that the boys were not getting enough physical activity during the day.  So when I got home, I ensured that they were fully hydrated and had a bottle of water and took them back to the park.  It was a nice balmy 85, pretty cool for this time of year in Vegas.

If you never played football or were in the military, you have no idea what grass drills are; but if you have ever heard the words “Front! Back! GOOOOO!” screamed at you for ten minutes, you know what kind of workout the boys had.  I had them falling on their face, flipping onto their backs and doing flutter kicks just to jump up and run in place or fall right back down for some push ups.  it was kind of awesome and I got a Drill Sergent Boner, it explained a lot about Drill Sergent Cashion and his hatred of me.  Once we were done with that, and they thought it was time to get back into the car, I told them they would be jogging home and had 7 minutes to get there.  1.2 miles by road, probably .75 by secret boy back way method.  They made it in 8.

After letting them cool off, I mean, they were red and sweaty; I had them refill their water bottles and took them for phase two at the park almost two miles away that has a splash pad (water feature).  Once there, we commenced grass drills on the splash pad in front of about a dozen little kids in swimsuits who had never seen anything as funny as two teen boys doing push ups, rolling around and running in place all while water is spraying them.  I had an accomplice as about 5 minutes in, the water shut off – the little boy looked at me, and smiled.  Adam and Anthony thought they were over, but my new friend caught my nod and turned the water back on.  Front! Back! GOOOO! I had the little kids laughing and yelling along with me.  Once done, time for one last jog.

It took them 30 minutes to get home, and I greeted them with Gatorade and explained to them why boredom is not a valid reason to sneak out at night and that there are real dangers and evil in the world and when the police call at 2 AM, instantly your heart sinks.  I shared with them, that though I was please it was just sprinklers, this scared me shitless and I am not able to protect them when they sneak out.  Both boys got some tears and apologized profusely and we have put this behind us.  I think the physical fitness plain tired them out, and was a good lesson.  I kind of feel like doing some canon cockers now.