For a guy who made such a production about battling his beer gut I missed one major detail: Weighing myself on opening day of my weight loss effort.
Makes it kind of hard to gauge whether I’m making any progress without a starting weight doesn’t it?
I’ll just have to live with a bloated number I scribbled down back in June as my baseline.
So, how’s this whole thing going?
When I started drafting this post a couple of weeks ago I wasn’t doing too bad.
But I think hanging out with my family over the weekend may have dealt my efforts a big setback.
They’re feeders which means food is love. I’m an eater which means passionately chowing down is the best way to reciprocate their affection.
Let’s just say there was a lot of love (and calories) going around last weekend.
In general, here’s how things are playing out so far:
1. twEATing is dead … or at least the lead-in to every Twitter post is dead. I just can’t spare the 8 characters every time. One thing the early tweets proved is that I haven’t given up on any of the flab-generating foods that I love to a fault.
2. Portion control isn’t as bad as I thought it would be. Up until last weekend I rarely polished off my plate.
That’s certainly not perfect, but it’s progress.
3. Diet tonic water is just as ridiculous as it sounds. I thought I’d give it a try when I was stocking the bar one weekend and it was a horrible experience. You know what? I’ll live with the 100 calories that real tonic water delivers. What’s the point of a vice anyway if you try to make it healthy?
4. After taking a hard look around this house I have come to the conclusion that if good intentions burned calories I wouldn’t be in this flabby predicament.
I have a 2-year-old elliptical trainer that I’ve only spent 5 minutes on. I have a 6-year-old pair of running shoes that look brand new and I have The Perfect Pushup still in the box — I have no idea how long ago I bought it but I know I’ve never used the damn thing.
At this point I have almost everything I need to lose some weight except for one little thing: Consistent effort and will power.
There must be a late-night infomercial selling that stuff.
5. Beat the bulge, win a wardrobe. I recently found a ton of clothes in my closet gathering dust just because I’ve let my gut expand a little too far. All I have to do is ditch some fat and I’ll get a free fashion makeover.
6. When the heck am I going to scale the scale? A big question and a potential source of big disappointment … especially because I’m spinning my wheels when it comes to matching portion control with more physical activity.
You can only burn so many calories chasing a toddler around and when you’re done there’s not much gas left in the tank to exercise more.
I think I’ll wait until August to step on the bathroom scale. If I can see over my beer gut by then I may actually find an encouraging number resting at my feet.
A quick run through some random points …
* Way to go Diamondbacks. After giving up the most of your farm system to acquire Dan Haren from the A’s a few years ago you just flipped him to the Angels for mediocre pitcher Joe Saunders and a handful of magic beans. Seriously, the deal with Anaheim was the best you could do?
* Something seems absurd about the Phillies making a hard run at Roy Oswalt to try and salvage their playoff hopes. Maybe if the Phils didn’t give Cliff Lee away to the Mariners for a package of bland prospects they wouldn’t be in this position. A 1-2-3 punch of Roy Halladay, Cliff Lee and Cole Hamels would probably have Philadelphia comfortably ahead in the NL East right now.
* Speaking of the Mariners, what a difference several months makes. In the offseason general manager Jack Zduriencik was hailed in some circles as a genius for building a contender on a foundation of pitching/defense/good chemistry but today Seattle is almost 20 games out of first place with a bunch of clubhouse problems. It’s actually kind of entertaining.