Thursday, August 17, 2006
I'm not the sharpest tool in the shed...
but even I should know better.
I have gone back to my diet...
(Hate it. I'm a glutton and I like it.)
...with the usual result. I feel better. I've cut out the processed flour and sugars and dairy completely. My only indulgence is coffee and diet Coke...
(I dig Diet Coke. Don't know why. I like it better than real Coke.)
...The swelling has already gone down in my hands and feet and I am heartburn free after less than two full weeks. I believe my diet was killing me. Never mind that I'm still fat, the last time I was on this diet I lost 75 pounds. Getting weight off is - or has been in the past - easy for me.
It's so easy to slip and fall back into bad habits. My wife, parents, kids and grandkids all make it tough. They don't get it. I always hear things like, "Oh, one won't hurt you. You've been good this week!" It's like offering a hit to a junkie. Worse, I've found that if I'm out of control in one area of my life, then I'm probably screwed up in other areas too.
I gave up smoking years ago. Once I decided that was what I was going to do, it was easy. I like pizza and beer a whole lot more than I liked Marlboros. In fact, the beer thing is a problem. Beer is like liquid bread. It really messes with my system. So for the duration of the diet, beer is verboten.
Here's to memories of ales passed. My next brew is allowed at the 50 pounds off mark.
After about a week of no brew, I'll back to my wrestling training regimen. I entered my Freshman year at 6' and 225# and promptly got killed in the unlimited heavy division. My first opponent went 6'-4" and 350 or so.
Six weeks of 2-a-days later, I was at 177. By the end of the season I wrestled at 167.
But man was I sick of pears in lime jello on lettuce.
Anyway, wish me luck. I have a long way to go.
I have gone back to my diet...
(Hate it. I'm a glutton and I like it.)
...with the usual result. I feel better. I've cut out the processed flour and sugars and dairy completely. My only indulgence is coffee and diet Coke...
(I dig Diet Coke. Don't know why. I like it better than real Coke.)
...The swelling has already gone down in my hands and feet and I am heartburn free after less than two full weeks. I believe my diet was killing me. Never mind that I'm still fat, the last time I was on this diet I lost 75 pounds. Getting weight off is - or has been in the past - easy for me.
It's so easy to slip and fall back into bad habits. My wife, parents, kids and grandkids all make it tough. They don't get it. I always hear things like, "Oh, one won't hurt you. You've been good this week!" It's like offering a hit to a junkie. Worse, I've found that if I'm out of control in one area of my life, then I'm probably screwed up in other areas too.
I gave up smoking years ago. Once I decided that was what I was going to do, it was easy. I like pizza and beer a whole lot more than I liked Marlboros. In fact, the beer thing is a problem. Beer is like liquid bread. It really messes with my system. So for the duration of the diet, beer is verboten.
Here's to memories of ales passed. My next brew is allowed at the 50 pounds off mark.
After about a week of no brew, I'll back to my wrestling training regimen. I entered my Freshman year at 6' and 225# and promptly got killed in the unlimited heavy division. My first opponent went 6'-4" and 350 or so.
Six weeks of 2-a-days later, I was at 177. By the end of the season I wrestled at 167.
But man was I sick of pears in lime jello on lettuce.
Anyway, wish me luck. I have a long way to go.
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