I don't talk to my neighbors across the street much. Not that we do not get along, we do, we are just from different worlds. However when the occasion arises we can chat it up. Tonight I started talking to the neighbor lady, it was actually the first time we chatted since last fall. After some small talk she finally asked the question she had been waiting to ask. 'Not to be nosey, I just need to ask you how you lost your weight,' she blurted. I told her low carb & exercise. She had said her husband and her had been wondering. They had seen me full size in the fall and due to the winter had not seen me again until I started doing outside work in the spring. So they have been wondering for months how I lost weight and pretty much had decided that I had my stomach stapled.
She is not the first by far to assume stomach stapling. In the last few months I have had a good handful of people slip me the question. It doesn't offend me, to be honest, a doctor at my local practice threatened me with a stomach stapling/belt on several occasions over the past few years. I looked into stomach stapling by using my secret geek super powers to search the internet. What were my findings? Well, while it seems to do the job when successful, it also looks risky with some very awful results and even death as a possibility. So after I 'weighed' the facts I decided that a stomach operation was out of the question for me.
(side note: while I am on this subject I want to say that I truly believe that this type of surgery is for morbidly obese people, which i did qualify. Recently, I have talked to a few people who have considered this for themselves who are and were nowhere near my obesity. I can't believe people who are not in a death threatening position would even consider this. It is their right, but I want them to know by my example that you can do it without an op. Actually, the bigger struggle is controlling self-perception and not food consumption. OK, I said it.)
So it turns out that low-carb and exercise has worked great for me and I am glad I can say I did it that way and I pray I will never be in a position to even consider a stomach operation.
Congrats to Kurt Weaver! Kurt IM'd me today and told me he crossed a major barrier in his effort to lose weight and I am very happy for him! He has been going strong for 3-4 months now and his efforts are paying off.
Kurt roomed with me in Nashville at GMA in April, at that time I was pretty happy and had lost about 140 pounds. I had been running for several weeks and was in the best shape of my life. Kurt was in a slump. He had put on some extra pounds and was feeling like he needed to do something about it. Well let me tell you, looking back at it, I wasn't very nice to him regarding his weight. I know on several occasions I was a down right jerk to him. (for that I am sorry)
I had never been able to tolerate overweight people very well. I think it is because of my true hate for my own condition that I do not tolerate it in others. My wife would not be able to understand this because of her incredible compassion she would say, you know how awful it is to be overweight can't you feel that for your friend. But because i hate that aspect of my life so much I can hate it in others too and for awhile I have allowed myself to dislike others because of this. I think I have spent time dealing with this, but when I was rooming with Kurt I could feel that, 'hey buddy get your butt in gear' attitude coming out. I also was feeling pretty confident about myself and around Kurt I felt a bit cocky. For that I am sorry.
But back to Kurt, He is a guy very much like me. Kurt is Very smart, Very Hard Working, Very Creative, and Very Determined. So no doubt he will meet his weight goal. I congratulate him for his efforts. I also will take a small ounce of credit in pushing him over the edge. (even though I was a cocky jerk)
Congrats Kurt
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When I run I spend half my time looking ahead and the other half looking down. I look ahead to make sure I do not run into any oncoming traffic(and that they do not run into me). I look down for amsement. There are always things along the edge of the road. Paper, mostly fast food wrappers tops my list of things I see. Lat week I found a small pink purse with the letter 'a' on it. But today I noticed the most amusing thing, a butcher knife. How do you suppose a butcher knife ended up at the side of the road.
I know how fast food papers end up there. ou are eating a burger at 60MPH open your window and tada instant disposal. But exactly what were you doing in your car going 60MPH with a butcher knife when all of a sudden you thought perhaps I should dispose of this? Well with such thoughts novels are written I suppose.
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Today was the fourth annual Good Picnic. The Goods are my wife's mother's family, and every year for the past four years we have had them at our house on the first Saturday of August. Picnics are always is a nice way to spend time with family. We eat good food, chat it up, play some games, the kids beat open a piメata, we eat some more, talk some more, and then after dark we set off some fireworks.
This year was a bit different because this past spring Grandma Good died. The family had not been together as a group since the funeral and there were a few boxes of her possessions that needed to be dispersed. The biggest of which were contained 100 Hallmark ornaments from the mid eighties. Grandpa Good was a big Hallmark Ornament collector and Grandma still had some left that she decorated her tree with at the nursing home. So after some games and the piメata the brothers and sisters gathered around and divided up the ornaments. It was interesting to watch who picked which ornament. Mostly because they held a special memory for that person about Grandma or Grandpa. and to think some of those ornaments were probably worth a few hundred bucks on Ebay.(just a guess).
Well as I type this, the picnic is over for another year. It is a bunch of hard work to pull off and clean up, but it is well worth it.
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Thinking I am just gonna cancel my birthday/weight loss party. Not sure what I was thinking when I came up with the idea. I think it would have been fun, but now it just looks like an exercise of over endulgance. When I first came up with the idea I thought it would be fun to plan and execute a party and I thought it would be the motivation I needed to finish out my year of weight loss. But as time gets closer and I am forced to make plans, the evening the way I wish I could do it is gonna take more time/effort/resources than I am willing to sacrifice on behalf of my family.
I think it is important to have goals, dreams, and rewards when you are trying to loose weight. I thought a party would be a good motivating reward, and I think it was. It occupied my mind for a good bit of time. I have spent hours while running deciding what I was gonna do and how to make it fun, I actually think it might have been an amusing evening. But my recent time I spent running I been thinking through the party and the ramifications of continuing to plan. With everything our family already has scheduled and all the 'pots' we have on our stove. We don't need something else taking up time. So the party has to go.
I would be lying if I let you believe that loosing weight makes me feel great everyday and I never have any issues. The truth is loosing weight is hard physically, mentally, emotionally. It is an awful roller coaster of feelings and thoughts powered by your body's chemistry.
This past few weeks I have been in a good slump. I think it all started with my gull bladder surgery and has continued since then. I have never been successful at loosing weight before, never, obviously if I had been I wouldn't still be trying. So I have a huge need to feel like I have accomplished my weight goal(s). Even though I am close I will continue to feel like a failure until I meet my goal(s). (Actually I do not feel any guarantee from myself that once I meet my final goal that I will feel much better, but I can hope.)
Bad news is my goal has never been set in stone so It is not a perfect measuring device. And any positive thinking go get em speaker will tell you, you need to have a measurable goal when you start something. Somehow I just thought I would know when I arrived at my goal. My only thought is that I am relying more on my feelings of feeling good about myself and I just don't. The even sadder news is that I should be able to stop at any time cause you should be able to feel good about yourself no matter what your weight. (even though I know this to be the case, it still doesn't work for me right now)
A few months ago I thought I came up with a creative answer to my end goal/feel good with my result issues. The idea of throwing myself a weightloss/birthday party was supposed to help with that but it did not. It actually made me feel more pressured and depressed and go figure, canceling it has left me feeling aimless and depressed. So no matter what it just seems like I am feeling low. I know this to shall pass. Just wish it went away yesterday.
Okay so the Olympics are on and my friend TIVO is taping them like mad and I am watching them selectively. I have fast forwarded through more hours of TV than I have watched, but like most americans I have watched Michael Phelps. To be honest, swimming is not where it is at for me as far as sports. But Phelps has made it worth it for me. I don't really care how many medals he won, what has impressed me is that he is a good guy, and a team player. When I read that Phelps had given up his spot on the final relay race so that his team mate could race for the Gold it actually brought a tear to my eye.
I really think that 'being a team player' is lacking in our world today. So many people are out for just themselves that they forget the value and strength in being aligned. I think this is apparent in broken families, marriages and churches to name a few. I know I forget about being a team player sometimes myself, but I hope I can pass this value along to my children. I think Ecclesiastes 4:12 sums it up very nicely:
Though one may be overpowered, two can defend themselves. A cord of three strands is not quickly broken. Ecclesiastes 4:12
And I thank Michael Phelps for reminding me of that this week.
Today was Shelly's Birthday and we did what she wanted. We went to Hershey Park, rode tons of rides, ate some good bar-b-q ribs, and finished the day off with a Golden Almond Bar. All in all it was a good day.
Now begins a special time of the year for me, for 50 days every year I am married to an older woman. When my birthday clicks around in October I will go back to being married to an equal, but for 50 days I am the younger man.
Dropped off the Home School Affidavit at the school district office yesterday. Today begins our first official day of home schooling our kids. How long will it last? I dunno, but we are committed to a year of it. I figure this could be the best or worst thing that has ever happened to our family and I will let you know as times passes which one it is.
How did the girls take the news? Elsie & Miriam both had a bit of sadness about not going back but after sharing their thoughts it was business as usual. Elsie said she would be sad cause she had plans to sit with her friend Anthony on the bus. Miriam was sad cause she will never know who would have been her 1st grade teacher. I felt bad for her for her. I can remember getting excited about who my teacher would be and somehow I stole that from her.
But here is the good news. On the first day of school we will take off in the afternoon and go to Hershey Park. So while all the other kiddies are sitting in school I hope to be standing in a short line to ride the scrambler. Hopefully that should make up for any sadness they might be feeling.