A Journey of Self Discovery and Weight Loss
I woke up this morning with a pain in my chest and a sore back, Thank You God for reminding me I’m Alive.
Don’t ignore life’s built in alarm clocks, if you hit the snooze button one to many times, then snooze you will find yourself permanently.
Don’t stress about tomorrow and forget about today, live a good life.
It’s not unreasonable to think that marriage for men is 70% physical and 30% emotional and for woman the opposite. What woman sometimes fail to understand is that most men whether they want to admit it or not, are selfish creatures, we like to have our cake and eat it and then still look at the desert menu after we’ve eaten our cake.
The idea of being able to rewind certain moments in our lives, like the honeymoon, the day my children were born, Disney World vacation, steam train ride through St Petersburg and College. Wouldn’t it be amazing just to press a button so we could keep going back to the highs and fast forward past the lows.
Life is often referred to as a journey and as we travel along the unpaved roads we grow in experience and wisdom. I would like to rather think of life as a tape recorder, where we should rewind moments by going back to the times that captured our hearts and made us feel alive. Just like parts of the tape we listened to in school, that love mix our high school sweetheart created for us in 8th grade rewound so many times the tape became stretched.
I couldn’t remember the first restaurant that my wife and I had our first date at, but I did remember the song played in the background, I made dinner for two this evening and Depeche Mode “Somebody” played on the Ipod.
I must explain my absents without leave over the past week, I decided that I needed a week to start and plan my new diet. I’m following the Optifast diet plan and today will be the start of week two. The first couple of days I had flashbacks to the time I gave up smoking ( I quit cold turkey in 2005 and have not picked up another one since), this time the images are burgers and pizza where’s my chewing gum for that “MAC-o-rett”.
Diets are a unknown beast, just when you start to feel good about your progress, your body starts to feel hungry and the beast seems to overtake the male brain that thinks about woman and eventually becomes the major topic of your dreams and daydreams, old biscuits that you would not have given a second look at before become mouth watering treats and irresistible.
On more than one occasion I have found myself for no reason at all just walking to the kitchen and opening the fridge, I swear my wife could hear the light click on because I would hear a shriek from the other side of the house “it’s not time for your apple snack yet”.
I feel like a POW looking through the fence at the tree in the garden of Eden and the only apple on the tree is just in reach but if I take it I would have failed myself.
The only cure I have found is at night drink lots of water and then go to sleep and during the day keep a coleslaw salad and water bottle close by for those snack times.
Week 2 going to be tough but I will keep you all posted.
I had been whining to my wife that I feel exhausted and lethargic, she sent me off to the doctor and his words were simple “Bloody Change your Lifestyle!” or sit in a hospital bed at 50 .
You can keep telling yourself that you will start the diet on monday, or go back to gym on wednesday, but the fact of the matter is that if you don’t partner up with a mate or a trainer to push you and make you feel obliged to go, you just not going to go. Why wait until you sick and bed ridden to make a change.
We always want to write that book or change our lifestyle, but reality is nobody (normal) feels like coming back home from work and getting changed to hurt your body or opening the laptop to start chapter one, but when is going to be the right time?
If you are anything like me the abs have turned into the flabs and the youthful feeling of aches has turned into is that a heart attack coming on.
I am going to take control today, and just by the way I wrote two chapters last night.
As I walked the long avenues of my local hardware store this morning I noticed I was the only guy in the store for one and the only person buying a hammer because it looked cool most customers were woman and buying practical items like locks and taps and it dawned on me.
What happened to when Men just used to be men, no matter what colour, religion or economic strata of society you’d come from in the past men had a place we knew our worth.
A Man's Brain 