Post Three

Today's weight: 215.5 lbs.
Today's location: home-catching up on work
Today's mood: optimistic

So the other day, I took the bike out for a spin. I used to ride all of the time as a kid, which explains the freakish calves that I sport. Well, that and genetics. Luckily I have decent thighs as well or my legs would look similar to an upside-down turkey drumstick. My dad is also a big-calved man, and he used to ride, even race, bikes as a younger man and well into his 30's. Flexing of the calf never fails to turn off Laura, who I assume loves every other part of me. So I wear knee-hi socks in bed to be considerate.

I made that last part up.

The Katy Trail is a 3.5 mile path that winds it's way from downtown Dallas near the American Airlines Center on the south end and finishes near SMU on the north. I can access the path at several points about 1/8th mile from our house. The trail almost always has someone on it, but in nice weather especially it is very popular with stroller moms, young professionals, and anyone looking to check out some eye candy.

www.katytraildallas.org

On this day, the thermometer rose to 80 degrees, which for those in Texas won't surprise you; despite being February that only means it will be 25 degrees tomorrow. Thats how we roll in the Lone Star State. SO, you take your opportunities when you can get them.

Nothing crazy happened on this day - it was great to take several laps back and forth between the AAC and SMU, until the 41.5 year old knees started to ache and it was starting to get dark. The Katy is not someplace you want to be after dark, even for a strapping lad such as myself. I did collect about 45 gnats in my teeth, since they had left their self-imposed hibernation from the cold and rejoiced in the rare warm day, celebrating by attacking me at different points on the trail. Hurray.

So, weather permitting, I will continue to get out there. I like the sense of community that exists on the trail, I like the feeling of accomplishment, and SMU girls turn me on, which is why I live with one.

Disclaimer: Laura graduated long ago, so its not like I am living with a 20 year old co-ed, but perhaps I can talk Laura into bringing on a roommate.

I made that last part up.

Or did I?

Thanks for reading.

Big Dave's Big Weight Loss Blog

Today's weight: 221 lbs.
Today's height: 74.5 inches (6'foot 2.5 inches for those that can't convert.)
Today's mood: fat

It's February 14th, 2008 and as I hop on the scale, I realize I now weigh more than I ever had in my life. I weigh as much as Laura, Tristan and Sutton put together. That's 3 humans, dude.

I'm noticing a little extra stuffing these days. I still feel like I can hold my own playing tennis or swimming, but I seem to lose my steam a little faster than before. Chalk it up to being 41? I don't know. I don't want to think I am getting ready for the pasture just yet. I am also noticing (and the Hot Texas Girlfriend is also noticing, which is even worse) that I am a lot more rounder around the middle, a chin that has a twin, and an overall sense of pudgi-ness. Pudgi-ness. I should trademark that for the kids whose parents buy them the "husky" jeans for back to school comfort.

I wanted to start this little quest at the New Year, however several factors contributed to my delay. Well, mainly only one: slackerness. Well, that and the fact that I just, 7 days ago, had the male sterilization procedure.

See also: vasectomy.

SO, its not like I could continue to exercise, which I was doing, mind you. However seeing as how I couldn't subject my privates to bouncing, swinging or any other thing other than horizontal SportsCenter watching, I decided to milk that for all it was worth.

But I digress.

SO, seeing as how I like to write, and writing is what I like, I figured that my focus would be much better if I forced myself to write about losing weight on a DAILY basis. In other words, since art imitates life, I would need to do things during the day to write about: note what I eat, look at myself in the mirror a lot, journal my daily weighings.

I don't necessarily have a weight goal. I think that anything below 200 is good as a start, but I will know it when I reach it...when I feel it, you know? When the clothes start to hang a little better, when the self-esteem starts to flow a little better, and when I am yet again, a full-on-sex-machine. You know what I'm talking about.

So, here we go. Hang on tight. I will try to be as entertaining as possible. Please feel free to offer encouragement and other stuff (except dessert). Being a restaurant professional, it will be tough to maintain my discipline, however I know it needs to be done. I am toying with the idea of doing a before and then after picture but I don't know if I can bring myself to do the before picture sober...

See you soon.