My blog editor won’t let me up for air. Enough with posts about the weight management program! What about you? Being the LiveWell Wellness Coordinator, she has a healthy nose for trouble, or maybe better put: avoidance.
Though I have made a reference here or there to some difficulties lately, the ever persistent Sarah demands I come clean. I thought it was enough to say my exercise schedule was in the toileto, but no, apparently toileto is not even a word.
Today’s scale said it all: 279. Now for those of you first visiting this blog, you may be thinking wow, he is a fat pig. The good news is that I started at 303 and then lost 30 pounds. The bad news is that at 279 I have gained six pounds back. Worse, if she had asked me to come clean a week ago it would have been nine pounds gained back.
What’s in the way? To be completely honest, I am busier than hell these days. Twelve to 15-hour workdays are not conducive to eating well. Add in some out of town travel, hotel food and the health concerns of a couple family members and you have plenty of excuses to fall back on. I have convinced myself I have no time to exercise. No time. Plus, in a predictable return to form (damn I hate to admit this), I’m thinking to myself, hey I lost 30, what does it matter if I have a burger now and then, an occasional sausage sandwich, a pizza?
I do not have a degree in occasional. Nor do I have a PhD in balance. This is the pattern that bugs me the most and has always been my downfall in the past, especially combined with long work hours and other issues that I can use as handy excuses.
This weekend I resolved to do better, but Friday night Pam and I had dinner with our good friends Mark and Maureen to celebrate Mark’s retirement. Mark even tried to help (he reads the blog) by making healthy appetizers — salmon dip and halibut skewers — followed by BBQ chicken and a tasty and healthy corn, zucchini, and mushroom dish.
I tried to help too: I brought beer, pecan and apple pie and ice cream. It was a beautiful night to spend with good friends. I was so happy I ate a piece of pecan pie and ice cream and then had a piece of apple pie and ice cream.
Mark asked me if I was going to blog about my excess. I said yes. Between him and Sarah, no one is letting me up for air. Even a coworker asked me last week if I was putting some pounds back on (we’ve worked together 26 years so she can get away with it).
All good. I know the excuses are just that. I can be a stubborn SOB when the times call for it. And the times are calling.