3.14 = Pi(e) Day!

Normally I skip lunch and stuff myself full of various pies that the math students bring in for extra credit.  However, in an effort to reign it in, I've only had two slices today.  Compare that to eight or twelve or so.  Not bad, eh?  I've also started the sit-ups again--three days straight so far.  And sometimes I can get Sam to do some "jumping jacks" with me, too.  Gotta get Zac's arm back into shape for baseball, too.  It's been rough with his broken collarbone.  This week the weather finally permitted me to put together the backboard the kids got for Christmas.  Now, we just need a good ball.  (Zac lost his other one.  Go figure.)

Last night another leader and I took the boys to buy some donuts after our service project.  We bought two dozen (boxen) assorted fatty blobs.  Wanna guess how many donuts I ate?  Answer: one.  Aren't you so proud of me?

See, it's coming.  Little by little.

The New Plan?

This morning, despite Daylight Savings hangover, I decided to exercise.  To qualify this new "plan" of mine, I will use a little justification.  Heh heh.  On my trip to Spokane, even though I had "nothing" to do, I did not hobble down to the defunct exercise room of the hotel.  Th equipment looked like my junior high gym.  And those of you who went to JH with me (YHS or LAMS) know that it was pretty crappy.  Anyway, the Wii told me, as I awkwardly tried getting back into rhythmic boxing and step aerobics, that I hadn't "trained' for 63 days.  Honestly, I haven't done much as far as deliberate exercise goes for a long time.  (I know. I know. You don't have to criticize.)

The results of this non-exercise plan: I've lost 4.6 pounds.  Maybe I should keep it up.  (Insert stupid, winking emoticon here.)

Less is More...Right?

So during our kitchen outage (replacing the floors in our upstairs), I haven't eaten the best things.  However, despite this act, I have reduced the amount of toxins (both liquid and solid) that I have put into my body.  That's a step in the right direction, right?  I hope so, because not much else is happening.  I haven't gone to play ball again due to a bruised heel.  And just this week, I've hurt my ribs somehow.  I'm not sure, but it might have had something to do with moving large appliances (with and without help).  It's so hard to be active when you are injured.  At least I can eat less.

P.S.  It's easier not to eat any ice cream if there isn't any in the house.

Basketball Joe

So it's been a long time since I've blogged about being active.  Well, it's been a while since I've been active.

I'd like to turn over a new leaf.  I'd also like to get rid of this spare tire around my middle while eating a bacon sundae.  Yeah, that'll happen.  But I did make a stride, or at least a shuffle forward.  Yesterday, I wrestled with the kids and exercised with them--jumping jacks and sit-ups and push-ups.

Tonight I went and played two-on-two basketball for an hour.  I actually did pretty well for a fat, old white guy who can't jump.  Here goes some weight loss.  Oh, yeah...my friend ran into a brick wall playing basketball tonight and lost his balance, his glasses, and the ball.  Oh, I guess that was me.

Neglect

It doesn't seem like the blog has suffered too badly from the neglect imposed somewhat by the tangential divergence of Joe Average Writer to delve into food issues.  Just so you know, I did not eat everything I posted about.  I have no real idea how much weight I gained from my holiday binge.  However, it wasn't as bad as I predicted.

After not getting on Wii Fit for 77 days, my weight as of December 31st was 290.6 pounds.The new fitness goal through work is to lose five pounds during the month of January.  I think the best way for me to accomplish this is three-fold: 1) Don't stress as much.  We all know that when I am stressed, I eat way too much of what's not good for me.  When I'm not stressed, I can keep the hunger monster at bay.  2) I need my sleep.  I feel better and I exercise more when I'm not trying to catch up on sleep.  So, I've got to find more creative times to read and finish all the house projects (painting, furnace stuff, floors both wood and carpet).  Don't worry; I'm not doing them all myself. Finally, 3) Play more.  'Nuff said.

Kobiyashi should not be my role model.

I still need people to cheer me on, though.

What Happened?

So is this blog jealous that Joe Average Writer, my other blog, is getting all the attention?  Especially since it's all about food?  Not really.  Blubber is patient.  It keeps warm warm while the rest of the blogging world freezes.  No need to worry.  Make that double Hakuna Matata since I'm trying to control the portions of what I've been posting on the other channel.

Sickness and Health (and a Preview)

I’m not sure exactly how this post will flow (ignore supposed transitions) since I’m going to double post it—both on Joe Average Writer and here on Fatty’s Blubber Blog. The rare few who frequent both sites don’t need to bother with reading it twice. But I guess those of you who are anal enough to do it…can…I guess. I’d just recommend another hobby…or therapy.

Back from the tangent now: yesterday I came back from being on the sick wagon. No, I didn’t stuff myself with too much turkey or stuffing or pie (mmm…pie) or any birthday treats. Believe me, or not, I’ve held my eating in check at the start of this birthday/holiday season. More on that in a moment.

Last Friday night, Sariah got sick in the bathtub. Gross, I know. Then around one in the freakin’ a.m. Zac wakes me up, and says, “Dad, I barfed. Could you help me clean it up?” Give him credit—he wasn’t covered in puke. He even made sure he made it to the bathroom. However, he didn’t quite make it to the porcelain. An explosion of not-so-well-chewed bean with bacon soup covered the entire bathroom floor. The backsplash made it halfway up the tub and cabinets, behind the toilet and up the far wall at least six inches. How he escaped the blast zone without any on him, I’ll never know. And he was too asleep to register anything.

Two nights later Amy and Brooklyn both tossed their cookies (on Amy’s b-day, even), and my stomach started having issues. I must point out here that I never bowed to the porcelain god, but I still offered tribute, if you know what I mean. Needless to say, I am tired of cleaning up chunks of chicken and pineapple and cheese (and bile). And I am tired of not getting much done.

So, to remedy that period of barfiness, and to celebrate my (relative) health, Amy and I have finished the initial version of our independent study course revision, I have turned in the last of my (also pukey) stats homework, and I have been able to do some planning for when my student teacher jumps ship next week. One thing I have not done is work on my NaNoWriMo novel. Yes, say it. I’m bad.

Now, back to Thanksgiving and birthdays and food and such. This year, for the month of December, I am going to post a picture and recipe of “Food That Makes Me Happy.” Yes, you smart-aleck, that could include most, if not all foods. Yes, the title also sounds a little childish, but do you know what? I don’t care. This time of year is one for reliving those cherished childhood memories of Christmas, those indelible moments that will never vanish no matter how hard we try to erase them…oh, I mean, those moments that will bring us joy throughout our whole lives. Now that I’ve cheesed it up enough for you (more, fresh Parmesan or cracked pepper, sir?), here’s a taste of what is to come, because Thanksgiving makes me happy. In fact, it’s my favorite holiday, I think, but I’ll write about that another time. For now, enjoy the picture. I’m not going to give a recipe today. That’s for December.  Just don't lick the screen.  That's gross.

This delectable plate, by the way, includes turkey of both the light and dark variety, real mashed potatoes, yams, sausage and apple stuffing, homemade bread, cranberry sauce, pond scum, gravy, carrots, sweet pickles, cherry tomatoes, cucumbers, sweet bell peppers, and black olives. Pie was later.

P.S. I lost six pounds, too.