Determined To Succeed

Day one-hundred-eighty-four.

Hey there everybody. Sorry it’s been a couple of weeks since I last checked in. I have been doing my best to keep working out and continue losing weight…so how in the hell did I end up gaining back two-and-a-half pounds?!

Grrrrrrrrr.

Let’s go back a couple of weeks. I seemed to be doing fine. My weight was coming down and I was doing OK on my portions. I don’t know what happened after that but it seems right after I had a grilled cheese and tomato soup dinner one night it all went downhill. You see, I have one of those bodies and metabolisms that show weight changes immediately. I know what you’re saying.” “Duh! Of course your weight will go up right after you eat, Bill.” But that’s not what I mean. What I mean is that some people’s bodies don’t register weight maybe for a day or two after the weight has been accumulated. I don’t know how or why it just happens that way. For me, I wake up the next day and BAM, there it is.

Grrrrrrrrr.

Not only that but I can’t seem to shake it either, and that is what is really pissing me off. Have I been totally good and not indulged in a Twinkie here and there? No, I haven’t. In fact, last week while shopping for lunch stuffs I stumbled upon a Hostess Twinkie and Hostess Cupcake display at my local store and boght one of each because, in this part of the U.S. at least, Hostess products are hard to come by. Anywho…but I did workout, cook dinners at home and limit myself to my new Coke addiction, Coke Zero. But alas, two-and-a-half pounds are here and so am I – heavier, frustrated and somewhat deflated.

I know I made it a personal goal of mine to re-lose the last twenty/twenty-five pounds I need to get back to my goal weight by the end of 2011 but I am just stuck. I also know it’s only February 8, but still! If I can’t lose this weight now then when? I am frustrated with myself and sad.

Today’s blog is going to be short and sweet, just like those freaking Twinkies I know I shouldn’t have (even if it was the first Twinkie I had had in many, many months). I just need to stay on track and get my butt over to the gym, I guess.

I just hate bumps in the road, that’s all. I really do. Bumps, potholes, whatever you call them, I hate them. I really do. It always seems as if you hit them when you’re making pretty good time and speeding along…which is why I guess you feel them that much more when they do come.

Stay strong, my friends, and I will do my best to do the same. I promise. We will get there eventually, even if our roads are bumpy.

Day one-hundred-seventy.

Well, I can’t believe I am saying this but I truly survived a weekend. And not just a weekend, a weekend led by an evening event that had yummy (but horrible for you) appetizers – buffalo wings, fried egg roll thingies, etc. It’s strange but not only did I not gain any weight, I actually lost since the last time I wrote you guys. I am now officially at 245.8. That’s right, back within the last twenty or so pounds I need to lose to get back to my weight loss goal.  That is a huge relief, especially given my well-documented worry about the weekends and how I always seem to fall off the wagon somehow and gain a couple back over just a couple of days (folks, it really is that easy for me). So I now face this week on such a positive note. I face going to the gym today on the same positive note. That is awesome! I even have lunch picked out already – leftovers of a chicken breast which will be perfect after my workout. Score!

Now on to more pressing matters…

Did any of you happen to watch the Oscar nominations this morning? I know I did. The Academy Awards are like my holiday – my Super Bowl, World Series and my Wimbledon all rolled up with a great red carpet. I watched the nominations this morning and there were no huge surprises. OK, I was surprised TRUE GRIT received so many nominations. It was a fine film (and way better than I could make. Also, the girl in the film stole the picture and deserves her nomination) but it’s a remake and, in some scenes, word-for-word and shot-for-shot. Not terribly original. THE TOWN didn’t get nominated for Best Picture as expected (TRUE GRIT did) but TOY STORY 3 did and that makes me happy. It is truly the best film of 2010 and the only film to make me have open emotion in a theater. It was a beautiful story beautifully done and if you haven’t seen it you should.

Why do I bring up the Oscars today? Around this time of year I think about the Academy Awards and how the stars will look. OK. I don’t really, but I do often wonder how much they actually eat in real life. Last night I watched GREEN HORNET and Seth Rogan looks very svelte and very different from his KNOCKED UP/ZACK AND MIRI self. Is that a good thing? Sure, in Hollywoodland it is. I am sure he got that role because of how he lost weight to look more like a super hero (never mind that the actor who played Kato, Jay Chou, stole the movie).

I also noticed Mo’nique this morning. She looked appropriately radiant (especially at 5:30 AM Hollywood time) announcing the nominees. Again, she is another example of how an actor has lost weight and forged a new image for themselves. Is that bad? Certainly not, but I do wonder why it is that the culture of Hollywood is to lose weight and be rail thin (but not too emaciated since that is also bad) when most of the movie-going audience are real people with real weight and real weight issues. Did I like Seth Rogan more now that he’s shrunk? Nah. He’s still the same guy. And I’m sure Mo’Nique and Jennifer Hudson (both Oscar winners themselves) are still the same people even though both won the much sought-after statuette carrying a few extra pounds.

I do not know if I would ever survive Hollywood. I love eating. I really do. Yes, I know I need to lose this last twenty pounds but I can’t imagine being at the whim of an executive, agent or studio head that says I would need to lose another fifty on that if I want to be considered for a role in TRUER GRIT or KING’S SPEECH 2: THE REVENGE. That’s horseshit. people come in all shapes and sizes. Sure, these stars are the ones we adore and idolize but they come in all shapes and sizes, too. It shouldn’t just be the pretty ones that dominate our screens (TV, movie, computer or smartphone).

You bet your ass I will absolutely be glued to my TV the night of the Academy Awards, and I might even have a slice of pizza in my hand while watching Christian Bale accept his award for THE FIGHTER, but we are all fighters in this weight loss game so don’t lose sight of that. We may not look like Natalie Portman, Jesse Eisenberg, Javier Bardem, Nicole Kidman or James Franco but all of us on this weight loss journey are beautiful in our own ways and have the same amount of drive. We just use it to keep losing and maintaining weight. And that, my friends, is what it means to have TRUE GRIT.

Day one-hundred-sixty-three.

Bah! It is a dreary-ass day here in southern New Jersey. It’s chilly, freezing-rainy and just a crap day to do anything outside.

(psssssst…don’t tell my mind I am down in my weight. I am trying to distract him…)

Ugh! It is miserable outside and all it makes me want to do is curl up on the couch, turn on TV and be all warm and toasty watching something stupid.

(shhhhhh! Fact is, I am back down to 247.4 today and I am sick of going back up in my weight. Sooooooo, I am trying to convince my mind not to obsess about it so we can continue down this path. It seems that every time my mind thinks too hard we tend to go off-track and gain weight back.)

So what am I going to do today? Well…I do have some housework I need to do, have some errands and things I need to catch up on and some writing I need to do. You know the usual for me.

(All that stuff and I am going to drag me out into the cold, blah weather to workout because it does seem to be working.)

So I am going to do my best not to let this rainy and cold winter day go by without being productive.

(Yeah! Me, too. It’s already 18 days into 2011 and I am sick and tired of still carrying around this twenty extra pounds. More than that I am tired of my mind boo-hooing about it. “Oh, woe is me!” Well, screw that! There’s no way on this earth, even with eating better, that we can lose weight without working out. Sure, we have to get dressed and ready to hit the gym but the rewards are amazing. I am now up to doing 50-plus minutes on the elliptical plus tricep dips, push-ups, stretches and tummy crunches. What does that all mean? It means I am at least keeping my weight at bay. Now if I can only convince my mind to lay off on portion sizes we’d all be OK).

Well, I wish I had more to write today but I don’t. I fear I’m going to be boring today and that’s OK. Boring can be good, I guess.

(Yes, it can, especially when boring means getting me, myself and I back into a good exercise routine).

So have as good a day as you guys can today and I will check back in soon…

(And so will I…)

…to see how things are going.

(I second that!)

And from the both of us, if you made a new year’s resolution to lose weight and keep it off (it is on our – sorry, my – 40/40 list) then we absolutely will. But time’s a tickin’ and 2011 is now in full swing…

(…and I am keeping my fingers crossed I can give you more good news next time I check in with you guys. We are all in this together. Me included. It’s hard as crap to lose weight, especially when warm comfort foods like mashed potatoes, heavy soups, chilis, pot pies and generally unhealthy, heavy things sound really freaking good. But we will. We will, I promise. We just have to keep our heads out of it sometimes and not think about doing it. Just do it).

Day one-hundred-fifty-six.

Happy new week, my friends, and welcome to the second full week of 2011. As all of you know I live in southern New Jersey and, if you’ve kept up with the weather maps and forcasts recently, you know we here are expecting another 4″ – 8″ of snow. I know I am fond of saying this alot and throwing my Chicago-ness around, but you should see and feel the anxiety of others who live here, their “the sky is falling” mentality taking over over what will amount to less than a foot of snow.

When I was a kid, they only closed the Chicago Public Schools once (that I can remember). It was for the Blizzard of 1979 during which 16.5 inches of snow fell on January 13, 1979 alone, setting a new record for snow in one calendar day. By the end of January 14, 18.8 inches of snow had fallen. That blizzard was so powerful that it resulted in the election of Jane Byrne, the first and only woman so far to be elected mayor of Chicago. In a special election, she defeated Michael Bilandic, who took over after the death of Mayor Richard J.Daley, because of the city’s badly-planned-and-executed response to the snow.

Yes, Chicago received more than 10-inches of snow more than the most this area is expected to receive over the next 24 hours. Sigh. When I was in the store yesterday buying healthy stuff to eat like salad fixins, healthy lunchmeat and veggies I surveyed the crowds all gearing up for the threat of more snow. I even overheard that a local dentist’s office was calling patients to tell them they had already decided to close on Wednesday (our snow is expected to start tonight) in anticipation. Sigh again.

It’s all “milk and eggs” in this part of the country but I guess that’s just me. But what the hell does this have to do with my weight or weight loss? For starters, I am back up a pound-and-a-half which pisses me off to no end. Next, no matter what the snow fall is I am getting my rotundness to the gym to workout today, tomorrow and every day after no matter the amount of snow.  But I have to silently hide my origins and mask my shame as I ask the attendants at the gym if they will even be open tomorrow due to the (sigh) expected snowfall.

It’s O.K., though. Weighing in at 248.9 today I am more than happy to don my snow shoes (well, sneakers – or gym shoes as we call ‘em back home) and barrel through whatever snow falls to be able to get on the elliptical to burn off this extra poundage. One of the 40/40 I listed was to absolutely get back to my goal weight and I’m gonna do it, despite my over-zealous eating habits over the weekends.

In other words, I don’t go running to the store to buy my milk, eggs and bread afraid of what might be coming, I just deal with what is happening and what actually comes as best I can. That’s all any of us can do in this world – and in this world of weight loss.

Oh, and thanks to a good friend of mine I have a correction I’d like to make to last week’s blog.

Last week, as I told you guys about seeing bald eagles in the wild, I mistakenly called a grouping of multiple bald eagles a “flock.” This, apprently, is not the case. I actually saw a convocation of eagles. If they had been hawks I would have seen a cast of hawks. Or if those hawks were spiraling in flight they would have been a boil (funny thing to call a grouping – makes me think of soup, especially on cold winter days).  Also, owls are a parliament, crocodiles are a bask  and did you know that if you’ve got a group of frogs, it’s an ARMY!!

Awesome! See, every now and then you can learn something by reading my weight loss blog, even if it doesn’t necessarily pertain to weight loss.

Or maybe it’s just my way to mentally prepare going to the gym today?

Either way, have a great day, my peeps. Talk to you soon (hopefully lighter than I am today).

PS: A big birthday shout out goes out to my mom, JoAnn, who on January 9th, would have turned 72. Happy birthday, Mama. I love and miss you very much.

Happy New Year, my friends, and happy day one-hundred-forty-nine.

I know I haven’t written in such a long while (two weeks to be exact) and I’m so sorry about that. The sad truth is I fell off the radar because I fell off the wagon a bit partially because I had to take it easy recouping from my diverticulosis (which meant not exercising as much) and partially because, well, I grew lazy and ate more than I should. I know better, I really do, but having my hospital stay take place over the holiday, with all of its foods and trappings, made even maintaining my weight a challenge. But I am happy to say that today I stepped on the scale and am down a pound-and-a-half from the last time I wrote (my weight today is 247.2) and I am ready to kick this new year’s ass in terms of getting back to my weight loss goal.

For those of you old enough to remember the original “Battlestar Galactica” TV show I remind myself of the Lorne Green voice-over during the opening to the show which told of how Commander Adama and his rag-tag fugitive fleet of refugee ships was trying to make it home to a shining planet known as Earth. I am also reminded of the old Japanese anime TV show called “Star Blazers” in which the protagonists are counting down the days they have because they only have a year to get back to Earth to defend it against some-such this or that (if I am remembering it correctly). In both cases, and I am sure many more, the good guys in those shows are always on the journey to reach something, whether that is a destination like Earth, a thing like a precious gem or trying to beat time. Well, my friends, on this fourth day of the year I feel I am doing all of the above.

I have been fighting this battle of the bulge all my life but trying to re-re-re-lose these last twenty (now twenty-two) pounds has been the goal since I regained that weight when my mom, JoAnn Larson, died. I have gotten to within a few pounds then it all seemed to go to hell. But just four days into the new year I am chucking my aspirations to lose that weight in with the rest of everyone who is looking at the new year for a chance to begin again. I will take that chance, thank you very much, and raise you many more things to do. let me explain…

…A while back I wrote you guys in this blog and told you all about a list of 40 things I wanted to do now that I reached the awesome age of 40, my 40/40 list. That’s right, I am embracing not only the fact I have turned 40 but that I am no longer wasting time. This year is only 4 days old and I have already knocked a couple of things off my list. O.K., they might be easier to do than others but it is something. So, here is my list (even though I’ve come up with 28 or so). I intend for them to be done from now until December 31, 2011. Here they are with more to come (as I think of them – it‘s hard to think of 40 things):

See, ain’t that cool? So far since turning 40 I’ve seen the Grand Canyon, I’ve seen those beautiful bald eagles in the wild and have shaved off my beard and mustache. It is wild seeing my entire face not covered by hair. Yikes! I don’t think I’ll ever get used to that. Most of all, though, I am resetting my gears to finally take that stupid twenty-two pounds off once and for all and get back to being 225. Not only is it on my list but it’s the one I will be working on the rest of my life. So after this, my friends, I am off to the gym to keep up the postive downward trend. We may only be four days into the new year but times-a-wasting, and I wish no longer to lose time doing what I should have been doing all along…taking care of myself and using the time I have on this earth to embrace life, not waste it. Have a wonderful first week back to the grind. I will write again soon and check back in. You all rock! PS: The photo of the bald eagle I took on New Year’s Day in Maryland. It’s awesome to see flocks of bald eagles. It truly is. As for seeing my face? Eh, not so much. I want my beard and mustache back

Happy almost Christmas and day one-hundred-thirty-five, and I must say it’s a weird one.

Last night, actually extremely early this morning, I got up to watch the full lunar eclipse. We here in North America were lucky to be able to view the full lunar eclipse so I figured “what the hell,” it was was the last chance for those of us in the continental United States to see a total lunar ecllipse until 2014. It was gorgeous. The moon appeared a burnt orangish/red, although I didn’t catch any of the meteor shower that was supposed to have coincided with the eclipse (also rare because the eclipse happened on the same date as the 2010 winter solstice. The last lunar eclipse to happen on the day of the winter solstice was in 1638).

Why mention a celestial event on my weight loss blog? I have no idea. It’s just something I wanted to share with you guys because that event is what officially started my day. This event concluded a topsy-turvy and emotional weekend in which I heard about a friend of mine who also landed in the hospital, the birth of a child to a friend’s sister, finding a small keychain that was very, very similar to one I had been given by my mama many, many years ago that almost made me cry and a couple of other things that made my emotions go up-and-down. And kids, what do we all know about Bill? I am an emotional eater.

I have always told you I will come clean about my eating and weight ups-and-downs and I am doing just that. I ate poorly this past weekend. I ate way too much and my weight has suffered, although (thank God) not too badly. Hell, I even made a batch of (delicious) peanut butter and chocolate chip cookies (what was I thinking) and had some tortilla chips and queso watching the Chicago Bears sucessfully clinch their 2010/2011 playoff chances (awesome job, guys! Bear down, Chicago Bears! Make every play pave the way to victory…)

Sorry, got off track a bit. Where was I? Oh, yeah. My poor emotional eating this past weekend. Ugh. I feel heavy today. I didn’t sleep right (no duh since eating chips, queso and cookies) and I absolutely have to get back on track. I just admit I am a bit off. There are days I feel every minute of my newly-achieved 40 years (thanks to a daily dose of metamucil and iron pill) and there are days I feel youthful (and yes, I always will). It’s just a weird time and I need to NOT eat when those weird times happen. Eh, I just think the realities of life are just hitting me – that something seriously could have gone wrong for me in the hospital, that I am now 40, and yes, that I still miss my mother, JoAnn Larson, deeply.

So even though today is Tuesday I will start my week by trying my best to shake off this “blah” of mine, work out, eat better and get mentally fit. Gaining back a pound is not the end of the world (I am back up to 248.8 today) and I will be getting up and working out in just a bit. heck, I may even workout twice today. nah, that’s being a little too OCD about it all. And I should get out. Not only do I have to mail my Christmas cards I should get out and enjoy some fresh winter air.

Well, that’s my story today and I’m sticking to it. Me and my metamucil. maybe I would feel a spot better if it snowed a bit before Christmas. I always like when it snows just before or on Christmas. As long as I can stay away from the cookies I made I will be OK no matter what. Have a great day everyone. Talk to you tomorrow.

Happy weekend and day one-hundred-thirty-one, my friends.

Now that I am back to being healthy (at least I feel like a million bucks compared to how I felt week before last) I am starting to slowly get back on the horse and exercise again. But I must admit when I do I get nervous. Just a few weeks ago I was in really shaky shape physically. I lost 2/3 of my blood and, according to my doctor, that REALLY wasn’t good. In fact, I might not have recovered. That is a scary proposition for a guy, especially for one who is finally seeing life with new eyes and who has a goal of never being the old Bill ever again, physically or otherwise.

During my hospital stay I gained weight. I knew I would because I wasn’t exercising. For me, it’s not just eating better or lighter it’s also physical activity that helps me lose weight. Even on the clear liquid diet I was on in the hospital I gained weight (especially from all the fluids they were pumping me with). When I was discharged I asked how long it would be until I could exercise again and they said “take it slow and exercise gradually until you build yourself back up to where you were which may take a couple of months.”

A couple of months?! Sheesh. OK, I admit, that freaked me out, too. Since dropping this weight, and regaining twenty, I have been trying my best to get rid of it and stay at or near my goal weight. But being out of the hospital and NOT being able to exercise is a trick, especially since being re-introduced to solid foods – foods which, of course, make you gain weight.

I know. I know. I’m supposed to help my body (and blood) recoup by eating and making sure it has the nutrients it needs to do that. Not to mention eating is a part of life and I can ever ignore that. But I know my body and it doesn’t let go of weight unless I sweat to the oldies in the gym on an elliptical or by doing my punches and kicks.

However, something in me has changed physically and I can’t ignore that. I have always told all of you that you should consult a doctor before doing any new and strenuous exercises and it’s time I took my own advice. I am human and like all humans I think I am invincible, that I can do anything I want and have it not affect me. But that is not the case. I could have died because of the amount of blood I lost, and I am lucky I didn’t. I am lucky I lost this weight in the first place so my heart wasn’t lugging around an extra 165-plus pounds on my frame. I was lucky I listened to reason and called my doctor when I knew I wasn’t “right.” I was lucky to get a second chance with this, too, and I am not about to blow it because of a desire to go sweat and get that weight off yesterday.

So I am letting go. I am letting go of that urgency. I will only be doing what I can, especially in this recovery period. I was scared and I should still be concerned about doing too much too soon in all of this. If I lose a pound or two every month or so I will be happy. Hell, I will be happy just maintaining my weight through the holidays (as we all are, I’m sure). I will let go of all that because I have to take care of myself. I recently got out of the hospital for God’s sake and I’m not about to go screw myself up more by becoming “The Biggest Loser” overnight.

So there you have it, my friends. My new outlook. Funny how a stay in the hospital (and a taste of mortality) can change a perspective. We are all in this together but I will say it again and again and again, be careful doing the things you do to lose weight. Do it naturally as much as possible. It is a true change in lifestyle, not a quick fix you can employ and expect to do wonders. Do it wisely and talk to a doctor and see what’s best and right for you. Most of all, don’t over do it. Do what you can and be happy you can do something at all. And remember, we are all on this earth for such a short time. Make the most of it by enjoying and appreciating life and those in your lives. I know I do, every single day. That, a healthier diet and some exercise every now and then will, at least in my humble opinion, be the best thing we all can do to be on this earth for as long as possible.

Have a great weekend and I will talk to you all next week on my regular Monday/Wednesday/Friday schedule.

Hello and happy new week and day one-hundred-twenty-eight, my friends. I know. I know. I promised I would write yesterday but the day got broken up more than I thought and I didn’t have the time I thought I would have. I am so sorry about that. But here I am, back at my keyboard, raring to go.

Gasp and sigh. I am 40 now. I achieved that milestone birthday on December 12th. However, while others lament turning 40 I am embracing it and am very proud of the short little grey hairs on my chinny-chin-chin and the “salt” that is starting to be sprinkled in with my “pepper.” But even though I was (and am still) looking forward to 40, I had something of a health scare. As I mentioned in my last blog, I have been diagnosed with diverticulosis.  It was so bad doctors had to be called and I was in the hospital for a few days. This is not exactly how I wanted to start prepping for my 40th birthday…not by a longshot… and everything, including this weight loss blog, had to be put aside for a bit so I could properly recover. This meant not being able to exercise. Add to that that I had to eat and, well, you can imagine the sigh that came out of me when I stepped on the scale and saw 248.9 on my scale.

Sigh, indeed.

That is of little consequence, though. Not only did I get through the worst health scare of my entire life (ironically, save for the time when I was born and had to be hospitalized for pneumonia and bronchitis) but I will be able to do everything I did before, including exercise to re-lose this weight. Yes, that means I know I will re-lose that weight again and that I had to gain it back to help my body get better. Sometimes we need that trade-off with ourselves so we take proper care of ourselves.

Did I mention I have to drink metamucil and take an iron pill every day for the rest of my life, too?  I am becoming an old man (O.K., that was a joke, and the metamucil makes a kick ass pink lemonade).

My friends, I have a slightly different perspective today than I had in months past. I am lucky to be here and that means knowing I have to take care of my health first and foremost in all of this and if drinking that stuff and taking it easier is what I need to do to stay on this planet then, dammit, that’s what I’m gonna do. I will be getting back to exercising, too, don’t get me wrong (after all, I do want to re-lose this weight also to be healthier) but I will be doing it as I can so as not to over-exert myself as my body builds itself back up again.

Yes, this 40th birthday of mine has been full in introspection, prayer and relief. I am lucky to be here on this planet and I thank God every day for that. I also thank the spirit of my mom, JoAnn, for looking out for me the way she always does. Moms are always there when you need them and my mom was right beside me, too. What does that all mean? It means I am going to make the most of this new lease. I will exercise. I will eat better (and more fiberous) foods. Most of all, I will embrace my life, especially now that I am 40 so that I can say – WAY THE HELL DOWN THE ROAD WHEN I AM 95 – that I made the most of the life I have and this is just the physical part of my rebuilding to go along with the mental and emotional rebuilding parts. And as the rest of me gets this “tune up” I am thinking ever so much about the 40 things I want to do at 40, a list I will be sharing with you guys tomorrow.

For now, I’m just going to thank God some more that I am here looking at a pretty, albeit chilly, day here in southern New Jersey and that I made it to 40. Now is the time to seize life and not take it for granted anymore. I’m going to write today, take care of a few errands and just be thankful about the ability to drink metamucil. Oh, and if you know and/or feel something is wrong GO SEE YOUR DOCTOR!!! I can’t stress that enough.

My friends, happy weekend and day one-hundred-sixteen!

I first of all have to apologize to all of you for not writing a blog on Wednesday of this past week. You see, I was not well at all and had to take this week off in order to recoup. It was so bad doctors were called (I have been diagnosed with diverticulosis) and everything, including this weight loss blog, had to be put aside for a bit so I could properly recover.

While I am on the mend and feeling a helluva lot better than I have this past week (as you’ve read – it was the cause of my serious dizziness), I am troubled. Not just because this is a crappy way to ring-in this holiday season AND my upcoming 40th birthday) I now have to modify my diet to include and/or exclude certain foods. Even some foods I love (corn, nuts, popcorn and – egads! – strawberries, among others) have to be seriously curtailed because, it seems, they aggravate the condition. This sucks! I love my strawberries (and strawberry ice-cream), nuts and corn! Bah! I am troubled because, for the first time in my weight loss journey, I now have to officially modify my diet.

As you all know I lost weight not using any kind of specific food regimen. I still ate what I wanted when I wanted it. I simply cut back (as much as I could) on the portions. I still ate Chinese food, drank regular Coca-Cola and had Milky Way bars. However, those things became treats. I also exercised as much as I could, too (the two do go hand-in-hand). But now I have to make food choices based on medicine and science and I don’t want it to seem like I am changing my tune in this whole thing.

I am not giving up the foods I described (and there are more) because they are part of some secret society, new wave diet plan-of-the-stars. It doesn’t have a flashy name like Weight Watchers or Jenny Craig. It is simply diverticulosis, a condition that, believe-you-me, you don’t want to have and not just because of the food restrictions.

On the plus side, diverticulosis does have a few decent things in store for my menu – eating more whole grains, leafy green vegetables, and fruits. See, not so bad, especially since we all should be doing that anyway. About that, I am excited. I am also excited about the final thing actually used to combat diverticulosis, exercise. It helps the condition by aiding digestion. Again something we should all be doing anyway.

I hate to drop this kind of blog on you guys like this but I had to explain what is going on (I did always promise to let you know the ups and downs, after all). I just wanted you to know I hadn’t given in and jumped into a program of some sort (not that it is wrong to do so or that people who do it are wrong – in fact, if it works for you go and run with it and more power to you if it helps). My way works for me. It has already and will for the rest of my life. I also wanted to let you guys know I am taking a vacation from writing until December 13, 2011. On that date I hope to be rested, as fully recovered as I can be and ready to share my list of 40 things I want to do in my 40^th year.

As we enter the fever of the holiday season (and I wish all people of all faiths good tidings and well wishes this season) remember to be as strong as you can. I know I will. It may be a crappy way, as I said earlier, to celebrate tidings of comfort and joy but I am happy to just be here. As soon as I am physically able again I’m going to work out so I can get back to that always-mentioned goal weight of mine. Most importantly keep in mind the blessings we have in our lives. I know I will, including the gift of being able to have a medical problem diagnosed before it got me to a far worse health state. All I will say is “whew, that was a close one” and leave it at that.

Have a great week-and-a-half, my friends. I will be bright-eyed, bushy-tailed and ever-so-slightly older when next we meet on these pages. Until then, know I appreciate you all and that I am right there with you in this battle to lose weight. As cheesy as it will sound I, too, am DETERMINED TO SUCCEED.

Day one-hundred-thirteen.

Today’s blog is going to be a short one. I do not feel all that great today (feeling a bit dizzy and stuff) so I am not going to concentrate too much brain power to writing but I just wanted to check in with you guys to see how you did over the Thanksgiving weekend. Ugh. I know I did soooooooooo poorly. It all started on Thursday with actual Thanksgiving day. The turkey and trimmings I ate were delicious and I limited myself to one big plate. Granted, it should have been smaller but I was full after one helping. Later on I snacked on some fresh leftovers. Friday, I tried to eat better throughout the day, opting to start polishing off other leftovers (chicken dishes, etc.) but only did so-so. Saturday, I wasn’t feeling all that great so I thought food would help. Eh, not so much. Saturday night I had another helping of fresh (and delicious Thankisgiving). I had only one plate but it was a pretty big one. Yesterday, I ate OK again, having more chicken leftovers and a small burger for lunch.

What does all of that mean? That Thanksgiving took over. I’m not going to beat myself up over it too much but I ate and I fully admit I enjoyed myself, albeit a bit too much. It’s hard erasing 35+ years of Thanksgiving eating training but I am working on it, step by precious step. As I was losing all this weight I didn’t skip Thanksgiving. But what I need to do is start feeling better so I can put the workouts back into play and lose weight. Today, I’m going to rest (dizziness is nothing to fuck around with) and eat very lightly. I had toats this morning and will probably have something like a sammitch for lunch.

Ugh! I just know I hate feeling like crap. It makes you not want to do anything. Worse, you are not able to do anything. I feel useless and that is the worst feeling of all. But I’d rather feel useless and get better than continue to feel bad/sick (and be all male and stupid about it). I let you guys know what happens on Wednesday. Until then, if you gained a few like I did over a day/days totally devoted to food then 1) know it’s ok 2)n that it doesn’t totally derail your weight loss plans and goals 3) that all of us – ME included – have to just get back on the horse to lose weight. Period.

And we will. True, gaining weight back sucks but we lost it once and will lose it again.

And soup today for lunch sounds freaking good. Have a great couple of days my friends. Talk to you soon.