Today was weigh-in day.
I showed a zero loss. Weighed the same as last Wednesday.
What's baffling is that when I did a preview weigh-in on Monday, I was down almost three pounds. From lunch Monday through this morning's trip to the scales, I ate three grilled chicken salads, another salad, and for dinner Monday night a baked cornish hen (really small chicken).
Somebody want to tell me what the heck's going on here? Did I drink too much water the night before? I don't think so. But then, who knows.
Anyway, while I'm trying to figure this out, here's the updated scoreboard:
Week One - Lost 9
Week Two - Lost 3
Week Three - Lost 3
Week Four - Lost 0
Week Five - Lost 9
Week Six - Lost 5
Week Seven - GAINED 2
Week Eight - Lost 0
Week Nine - Lost 5
Week 10 - Lost 1
Week 11 - Lost 3
Week 12 - Lost 0
Week 13 - Lost 7
Week 14 - Lost 1
Week 15 - GAINED 3
Week 16 - Lost 5
Week 17 - GAINED 3
Week 18 - Lost 4
Week 19 - Lost 3
Week 20 - Lost 0
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Monday, April 28, 2008
How Did I Get Here?
From time to time I have time to think. Usually when I'm on the road.
That's one of the reasons I enjoy driving, no matter the length of the trip. The quiet time alone gives me a chance to clear my mind, work through things, or just quietly contemplate one thing or another.
Recently, a lot of that time has been spent wondering how I allowed myself to get into such sad physical shape.
Laziness played a role in it. I won't deny that. It would be foolish to do so. There were times when it was easier, more comfortable, to do nothing. Just lie on the couch or sit in the recliner, watching TV and eating. Eating and watching TV.
That was a small part of it. Really, my whole lifestyle became one void of physical activity.
My job in the media world has usually required a lot of sitting. Either behind the computer, in the car traveling, or covering a game.
Laziness doesn't apply so much in my work life. I do work hard, take pride in what I do, and try to be the best I can. But whether it's as a sportswriter, a sportscaster or a talk show host, I allowed myself to become less and less mobile as the years rolled by.
Add to that odd, late hours and press box and/or fast food - which is sometimes all that's available - and you end up with the finished product I started with once I began this journey back in December.
What really hit home was when I sat down and thought about the fact that neither of my kids have ever known their dad to be anything but fat. And being that size has limited my ability to do things outdoors with them.
I love them, support them, attend all their events, but much more than 5 minutes of standing on my feet throwing a softball with my youngest and my back hurt so badly that I couldn't take it.
So, I had to sit down.
Now, hopefully, I've got things moving permanently in the right direction. Luckily, I still have time to spend with my kids and show them what ol' dad used to be back when he was an athlete. Or something similar, anyway.
There's still a long way to go. But hopefully now I'm finally on the right path.
That's one of the reasons I enjoy driving, no matter the length of the trip. The quiet time alone gives me a chance to clear my mind, work through things, or just quietly contemplate one thing or another.
Recently, a lot of that time has been spent wondering how I allowed myself to get into such sad physical shape.
Laziness played a role in it. I won't deny that. It would be foolish to do so. There were times when it was easier, more comfortable, to do nothing. Just lie on the couch or sit in the recliner, watching TV and eating. Eating and watching TV.
That was a small part of it. Really, my whole lifestyle became one void of physical activity.
My job in the media world has usually required a lot of sitting. Either behind the computer, in the car traveling, or covering a game.
Laziness doesn't apply so much in my work life. I do work hard, take pride in what I do, and try to be the best I can. But whether it's as a sportswriter, a sportscaster or a talk show host, I allowed myself to become less and less mobile as the years rolled by.
Add to that odd, late hours and press box and/or fast food - which is sometimes all that's available - and you end up with the finished product I started with once I began this journey back in December.
What really hit home was when I sat down and thought about the fact that neither of my kids have ever known their dad to be anything but fat. And being that size has limited my ability to do things outdoors with them.
I love them, support them, attend all their events, but much more than 5 minutes of standing on my feet throwing a softball with my youngest and my back hurt so badly that I couldn't take it.
So, I had to sit down.
Now, hopefully, I've got things moving permanently in the right direction. Luckily, I still have time to spend with my kids and show them what ol' dad used to be back when he was an athlete. Or something similar, anyway.
There's still a long way to go. But hopefully now I'm finally on the right path.
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Another Milestone Down
Today was weigh-in day. Happy to report I'm down another three pounds, which makes a nice, even 50 in 19 weeks. I was beginning to think I wouldn't get there, but it finally happened.
Now just gotta keep heading in the right direction.
The updated scoreboard:
Week One - Lost 9
Week Two - Lost 3
Week Three - Lost 3
Week Four - Lost 0
Week Five - Lost 9
Week Six - Lost 5
Week Seven - GAINED 2
Week Eight - Lost 0
Week Nine - Lost 5
Week 10 - Lost 1
Week 11 - Lost 3
Week 12 - Lost 0
Week 13 - Lost 7
Week 14 - Lost 1
Week 15 - GAINED 3
Week 16 - Lost 5
Week 17 - GAINED 3
Week 18 - Lost 4
Week 19 - Lost 3
Now just gotta keep heading in the right direction.
The updated scoreboard:
Week One - Lost 9
Week Two - Lost 3
Week Three - Lost 3
Week Four - Lost 0
Week Five - Lost 9
Week Six - Lost 5
Week Seven - GAINED 2
Week Eight - Lost 0
Week Nine - Lost 5
Week 10 - Lost 1
Week 11 - Lost 3
Week 12 - Lost 0
Week 13 - Lost 7
Week 14 - Lost 1
Week 15 - GAINED 3
Week 16 - Lost 5
Week 17 - GAINED 3
Week 18 - Lost 4
Week 19 - Lost 3
Saturday, April 19, 2008
This Ain't Bull Durham
Here in Durham, N.C. this weekend for Clemson's baseball series against the Blue Devils. Happy to report the Tigers finally snapped the 11-game losing streak with a 7-4 win on Friday night.
Trip has gone well so far, for the most part. Did eat late last night after the game, but it was the first thing I had since lunch at about 1:30 p.m. Lunch will be light today at the ballpark, too...And then dinner at a reasonable hour at a great place - Ted's Montana Grill.
Anyway, I want to take a moment to thank everyone for their continued support on this matter. It has definitely had its moments of trial and tribulation, and I know there's more to come.
Getting the words of encouragement from you folks means more than you know, so please keep it up.
Also, for those of you who began weight loss programs after I went public, send me updates. Give me the same opportunity to encourage you.
Oh, and by the way, what does the Duke script "D" logo have in common with Mike Krzyzewski's Blue Devil basketball team from last year?
A great big hole in the middle.
Trip has gone well so far, for the most part. Did eat late last night after the game, but it was the first thing I had since lunch at about 1:30 p.m. Lunch will be light today at the ballpark, too...And then dinner at a reasonable hour at a great place - Ted's Montana Grill.
Anyway, I want to take a moment to thank everyone for their continued support on this matter. It has definitely had its moments of trial and tribulation, and I know there's more to come.
Getting the words of encouragement from you folks means more than you know, so please keep it up.
Also, for those of you who began weight loss programs after I went public, send me updates. Give me the same opportunity to encourage you.
Oh, and by the way, what does the Duke script "D" logo have in common with Mike Krzyzewski's Blue Devil basketball team from last year?
A great big hole in the middle.
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
On The Upswing Again
You know what today is. Weigh-in day.
Checked in over at Clemson today and I'm back on the straight and narrow. Lost four pounds last week, which puts me at a total of 47. Maybe, just maybe, I'll crack the 50-pound mark next week. We shall see.
Anyway, here's the scoreboard:
Week One - Lost 9
Week Two - Lost 3
Week Three - Lost 3
Week Four - Lost 0
Week Five - Lost 9
Week Six - Lost 5
Week Seven - GAINED 2
Week Eight - Lost 0
Week Nine - Lost 5
Week 10 - Lost 1
Week 11 - Lost 3
Week 12 - Lost 0
Week 13 - Lost 7
Week 14 - Lost 1
Week 15 - GAINED 3
Week 16 - Lost 5
Week 17 - GAINED 3
Week 18 - Lost 4
Checked in over at Clemson today and I'm back on the straight and narrow. Lost four pounds last week, which puts me at a total of 47. Maybe, just maybe, I'll crack the 50-pound mark next week. We shall see.
Anyway, here's the scoreboard:
Week One - Lost 9
Week Two - Lost 3
Week Three - Lost 3
Week Four - Lost 0
Week Five - Lost 9
Week Six - Lost 5
Week Seven - GAINED 2
Week Eight - Lost 0
Week Nine - Lost 5
Week 10 - Lost 1
Week 11 - Lost 3
Week 12 - Lost 0
Week 13 - Lost 7
Week 14 - Lost 1
Week 15 - GAINED 3
Week 16 - Lost 5
Week 17 - GAINED 3
Week 18 - Lost 4
Monday, April 14, 2008
Birth Of A Notion
Today is Monday, April 14.
Forty-one years ago today, the Good Lord saw fit to allow my mother to give birth to a healthy child. A boy, who would grow up into the Round Mound of Radio Sound which blogs before you today.
Haven't blogged since last weigh-in day. I've been pretty disgusted about yet another week of gaining weight.
It's funny. I'm not a person who exhibits much emotion. Never have been. I'm not a person to blame others for my faults. McDonalds isn't to blame for me being fat. I'm to blame. And when I see people on these talk shows, sniffing and snotting about how their life has been ruined because someone made the coffee too hot, I can't help but think of The Eagles' song "Get Over It:"
"I'd like to find your inner child and kick its little ass."
However, I will concede that an experience like I'm going through now is an emotional rollercoaster.
It's amazing how good I feel when the scales reveal positive results. It's equally as amazing how my day, and sometimes my week, is ruined when I find out I've gained a couple of pounds.
Not that I'm ready to go crying to Oprah. Hardly.
In my world, when you're faced with adversity you pick yourself up off the floor, dust off, and keep working and trying to move forward.
And that's what I've done. The pre-weigh-in look at the scales this morning indicates I'm back on the positive side of the ledger again. So we'll see.
Sometimes I think my life would make a great reality show.
Forty-one years ago today, the Good Lord saw fit to allow my mother to give birth to a healthy child. A boy, who would grow up into the Round Mound of Radio Sound which blogs before you today.
Haven't blogged since last weigh-in day. I've been pretty disgusted about yet another week of gaining weight.
It's funny. I'm not a person who exhibits much emotion. Never have been. I'm not a person to blame others for my faults. McDonalds isn't to blame for me being fat. I'm to blame. And when I see people on these talk shows, sniffing and snotting about how their life has been ruined because someone made the coffee too hot, I can't help but think of The Eagles' song "Get Over It:"
"I'd like to find your inner child and kick its little ass."
However, I will concede that an experience like I'm going through now is an emotional rollercoaster.
It's amazing how good I feel when the scales reveal positive results. It's equally as amazing how my day, and sometimes my week, is ruined when I find out I've gained a couple of pounds.
Not that I'm ready to go crying to Oprah. Hardly.
In my world, when you're faced with adversity you pick yourself up off the floor, dust off, and keep working and trying to move forward.
And that's what I've done. The pre-weigh-in look at the scales this morning indicates I'm back on the positive side of the ledger again. So we'll see.
Sometimes I think my life would make a great reality show.
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
Hell's Bells!
Weigh-in day. Grrrrrr.....
Week One - Lost 9
Week Two - Lost 3
Week Three - Lost 3
Week Four - Lost 0
Week Five - Lost 9
Week Six - Lost 5
Week Seven - GAINED 2
Week Eight - Lost 0
Week Nine - Lost 5
Week 10 - Lost 1
Week 11 - Lost 3
Week 12 - Lost 0
Week 13 - Lost 7
Week 14 - Lost 1
Week 15 - GAINED 3
Week 16 - Lost 5
Week 17 - GAINED 3
Week One - Lost 9
Week Two - Lost 3
Week Three - Lost 3
Week Four - Lost 0
Week Five - Lost 9
Week Six - Lost 5
Week Seven - GAINED 2
Week Eight - Lost 0
Week Nine - Lost 5
Week 10 - Lost 1
Week 11 - Lost 3
Week 12 - Lost 0
Week 13 - Lost 7
Week 14 - Lost 1
Week 15 - GAINED 3
Week 16 - Lost 5
Week 17 - GAINED 3
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