Operation Big Butt – Day 2: What now?
9:45 a.m.
So my family is downstairs making pancakes, turkey bacon, pork sausage (just to keep it all fair), hash browns and scrambled eggs. And the orange juice is flowing like a fountain.
Me? I’m hiding upstairs in my office trying to figure out how, without any discernable game plan, I can stick to what I’ve said I’m going to do, and drag my butt downstairs to eat something for breakfast without breaking the speed record for falling off the wagon.
I am full of resolve. I have so many reasons to get healthy, the most important of which is my son. He deserves to have a Mom that will be there for his highschool graduation, for the bestowing of his Doctorate in Law, and for his inauguration as the fifth Black President of the United States. So I have to do this. (Take a moment and gaze on his gorgeousness):
You might wonder why I would make such a public display of my latest attempt at losing weight, and I say latest because there have been dozens over my lifetime. I’ve tried every diet known to man – the Quick Weight Loss Center Diet, Weight Watchers (I stopped going to THESE meetings when I discovered I was the only one not there to lose 6 pounds so I could fit into my wedding dress), The Atkins Diet, The South Beach Diet, The Cabbage Soup Diet, the Eat-One-Meal-A-Day-Diet, the Eat-Five-Meals-A-Day-Diet, and on, and on, and on. And I always lose weight. And I always gain it back.
The thing is, my attempts to lose weight have always been a deeply personal thing. Something that I deal with on my own. I don’t exercise with a buddy – I hate doing that. I always feel like I have something to prove when I go to the gym with a friend. And I don’t like support groups – the people who run diet programs and support groups are lunatics. They mean well, but they’ve seen way too many fat people – they’re all too - desensitized. I was once told by a weight loss program worker that I needed to “lose a few pounds” before I could start the program. I told her that she had just pierced a hole through the space-time-continuum and that I was leaving and would never return. Unless like her idiotic comment, the fabric of time wrapped over onto itself and I had no choice but to reappear there. Sheesh.
So this time, I’ve decided that I need help from normal people. My friends, my family, and yes, the blogosphere. This time, I’m going to use my own words to give me the daily strength that I need to change my life. And I’m VERY excited about it. “Operation Big Butt” will be both a cry for help, and really good therapy, or at least I hope it will be. Okay – time to go downstairs and find a bowl of Bran Flakes. Peace out. Later.
2:02 p.m.
Okay – not bad. I had Bran Flakes and a banana for breakfast. Sliced off a few chunks of left over smoked turkey. I think the things to do now is go for a walk. Hmmm…
9:11 pm
It was not the best nutritional day, but at least I didn’t cave in to the Red Velvet menace. I ate way too much bread though, wheat bread. And brisket. Mmmmmmm, brisket. I didn’t go walking, and I was too afraid to do my first weigh in.
But there is some good news. I think I’ve found a trainer who is willing to work with me – I have an appointment on Monday with my doctor to get a full check up, and then I have an appointment with her. I’m a little apprehensive about a first workout since I’m fairly certain I couldn’t make it 30 seconds on a treadmill right now, but I’m going. I’m going to go. I’m going to get started.
This is about the time at night where all my resolve disinegrates. (Heavy sigh). I’ll let you know how I did in the morning.
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