I guess I should show an update.

I have been reluctant to put up a recent photo because I wanted to wait till I hit my goal weight. Not that its some amazing svelte weight, its still a beefy 225lbs. and still over 60 pounds away. But being that I have lost over 200 at this point, I guess I should post one so you don't  think I am not a genuine fatty on the life journey to a healthy lifestyle. There are a lot of men posing as Syrian Lesbians and what not and would hate to see my blog be lumped in with the fraudulent. So here it is. Though if you know me in real life, this wont be nearly as revelatory.

I still have a ways to go but I thought I would at least give a new face to my blog. I have a lot of followers who are not facebook friends who are looking to kill time at work. They are people like me who are on the same journey and are looking to kill time at work.

Glad I could help!

So to all the new people, welcome! And to the old people, love you so much and thank you for making this journey easier.

well how about that.

So I recently just celebrated my 23rd birthday ( just let me ) and I took over a week off from working out.Because it was my birthday and that's how I wanted to celebrate. I also drank a lot of alcohol a couple of nights. Because I love to get drunk. So I begrudgingly dragged my lonesome self back to the gym for penance. It was time to face the music. Which, judging from my choices that week, was either late Elvis or early Adele. I knew that this was going to be an interesting weigh in.

So, I white knuckled it, saddled up to the scale and braced for the damage. I wasn't going to freak out or anything. I had made my choice and I was ok with it. You cant spend your whole life fighting a constant battle. Sometimes you just need a respite, if only to suit up for the next battle.

I step on to the scale. The soulless digital screen flashing in a serious of dashes and numbers. Quickly flickering through, like a slot machine where there is no jackpot. Only shame. In the brief time it takes for the number to send down its judgement, I have conversations with myself.

"Well, either way, you are at the gym doing the right thing."

"You seriously have no self-control."

"But, you have done so well so far."

"You would be further along if you never fell off the wagon in the first place."

My mind races like a cocaine driven Gollum from Lord of the Rings. A fat guy debate... on fast forward... with no moderator.

But, to my surprise, I had lost three pounds.

HOT DAMN!

This is why I lose weight the weight slowly. I dont do crossfit, or insanity, or blah blah. I am doing this slowly  so my body is doing everything right. I monitor my calories on My Fitness Pal. I excersise. I never go hungry.   I just do it slowly so it is sustainable. And I dont beat myself up about enjoying a week. The world will beat you up plenty, dont help it out. Stay happy, stay smart, stay fit.

BRRAAAAIINNNSSSS!

So I have been on a netflix tear as of late. Late summer shows only cover a couple of nights for me. To fill my time of required television viewing, I have been watching zombie movies. What can I say, I love me some zombies. Always have. Then it hit me. I am a zombie!

Well, sometimes...

When you get into a rut in your fitness and nutrition routine, it can make you feel like a slow moving, constantly hungry, mindless beast. Just a shell of your former self, shuffling through life looking for sustenance.

Today was one of those days. I went for my morning run. Had two wholly unsatisfying meals. As a rummage through the doomed town that is my cupboard, I am a soulless ghoul. Lethargically pushing around cans of food looking for the sweet, sweet marrow of salty sweet goodness. All the apples in the world are not going to curb my post-apocalyptic craving. Must have bbrrrrrreeeeaaadddd!

Luckily I am not a zombie. I am a grown ass man who can make decisions that are appropriate. I will rise from the dead to fight another day. This day was just particularly hard.