The Deal

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.