It has been a while since I have posted. I am happy to say
that I am finally seeing some progress. I have lost 12 lbs and am still working
out pretty regular. It’s nice to be at the last notch of the belt and below the
200lb mark.
I think the biggest factor so far has been changing of the
diet. We watched a movie called “Forks
over Knives” that was horrifying. Basically the premise of the movie was that
the average American diet of a lot of meat and dairy, and sugars and fats is
what is killing us and making us have high blood pressure, heart disease and
strokes. So we decided to try to adopt a
plant based diet. It is actually really cool. The kids like it, Ruthie and I
like it and we all feel better.
Of course there are some hits and misses. One hit was a
mixed grain rice dish that Ruthie makes with peppers and onions and
mushrooms. One HUGE miss was a smoothie with greens in it. We had heard of putting spinach and other
veggies in a breakfast smoothie so one morning Ruthie tried it. All of the
basics went into it, berries, peaches, orange juice, almond milk, bananas,
protein powder… and then the spinach, and then……… arugula! It was horrible. I can’t express in words how terrible it was.
If I were to name this abomination of a drink it would be Frankenstein Juice. Just like the way the fictional monster was put together, some
ingredients were appropriate and others were a huge mistake and should have
never been combined with the others.
I have been discussing the challenge with my competitor who
has lost a ton of weight and is getting into pretty good shape. A month or so ago after I hurt my knee he
offered me an extension of a couple of months. I thought about it and decided
to do the deal.
The extension will
come at a high price to my dignity which seems to be eroding quickly. In
return for a 3 month extension, James will be picking out something for me to
wear to the Warrior Dash in September.
He has already mentioned spandex tights and a mullet wig (I will have to
add my Bubba teeth), which makes me imagine myself running the race looking
like Jack Black in Nacho Libre.
Seriously, spandex and a wig? I wonder about his mental stability. At any rate I made him promise not to choose
any women’s clothes. I went online to the Warrior Dash website and came to the
conclusion that no matter what he picks, I won’t be the craziest looking clown
at the race. Deal.
