After sleeping in for a bit this morning, I awoke to a paw in my face (reminding me it was tuna dispensing time, logic would dictate that it was not Earl’s paw that was in my face at the time). After doing my various Daddy duties I went downstairs and started my morning ritual of checking out various blogs.

It was then that I saw the wooftastic shots posted by BrettCajun. I’ve been known to look at a few pictures of good looking guys in my day but when I saw Brett’s photos I said to myself, “if he can look that good, so can I.” I mean, we’re nearly the same age. It’s not like I’m trying to flatten my stomach to look like one of my college classmates or anything. I want to feel good about myself. I’m not nearly as heavy as I was back in 2000-2001, but I’ve crept up the scale a little bit and it’s mostly in my gut (hello beer!) So (insert favorite deity here)-damn it, I’m doing it.

I laid down a few ground rules that I plan to follow: 1. Beer consumption is limited to Saranac Thursday nights. I can’t cut out beer out of my life completely, that will lead me down the path to failure. I’ll renegotiate the beer with myself when I get to weight goal number #1 (there are a total of three). 2. No more sleeping in until I get a headache on my days off from work. I’m up exercising and getting all brisk with myself. This includes working out before work. 3. I will continue to use the new Wii Fit on various nights of the week just to keep myself in check. 4. I will continue to climb the stairs to my third floor office everyday and I will shun elevators and escalators whenever possible. 5. I will not eat after 7 p.m. unless something weird is going on with my schedule. Fat grams are always in the single digits and calories are kept at a reasonable level. 6. I’m back on the bike as soon as the sun decided to make an appearance.

Long, long ago a psychic at the State Fair told me that I wouldn’t make it to 40. I intend to prove the bitch wrong.


  1. I hear ya and feel ya. I used to be a gym bunny until I moved to Michigan. Two years passed and I became a bunny again. Then a bad relationship. So now, three years after stopping again, I rejoined a gym (right near Travis Air Force Base .. wahoo!!) and have set similar goals.

    I support your goals!

  2. Must be that time of year. I started cutting back last Sunday. My goal is 30 lbs in 3 weeks. That may not be reasonable but I go on vacation then and that’s all there is to it. I MUST do it!

  3. Yep, it IS that time of year. Your resolutions seem reasonable (not sure about Gavin’s, though, he should give it more time). Just don’t fall off the wagon and give up. Having goals never worked for me. Redoing my routine so that I hit the gym before work every day did, because I don’t have to think about it and it doesn’t feel like a choice, and now I enjoy it a lot. Invest in one of those scales that shows your body fat percentage; my weight number gets stuck for weeks or months at a time, but the fat number and a measuring tape are showing slow but real progress.

    As for that bitch at the State Fair: if she were truly psychic, wouldn’t she have divined the winning Powerball number instead of separating hicks from money better spent on a fried food blowout (figurative or literal)?

  4. Aww… you just made my day J.P. Believe me, I get as much grief about being “too skinny” from my friends as well. I owe it to tennis. When you can play a sport, it never feels like hard work. You can run and hit all you want. You are just thinking about “points” and “winning”. And you end up doing WAY MORE cardio than you would at a gym. BTW — I don’t have the best eating habits. The ONLY way away from that is playing tennis so much. Otherwise…I would be up to 176#’s with a pudgy gut on my small 5’7″ body. 🙂 Thanks for the post. GOOD LUCK in your goals! 🙂 I am rooting for you!

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