I've decided to make a bold move. I blotted out two hours from my schedule in the middle of the day. I set Outlook for "Out of Office" during these chunks of time and it took about two weeks for everyone who needs to schedule time with me to settle and react. Today I remembered to bring a comb. It's the little things you need to plan for.
So it occurs to me, how does one celebrate a small achievement like losing a pound? There are always a steady stream of stories about people who continue to endure day after day with so much more pain and suffering. And here I am, some schmuck who -- wooptie doo -- lost one freakin' pound.
Get on with the job for which you were elected, Mr. Mayor, and forget gimmicky weight-loss nonsense at which political foes sneer and mock. Save the city money, stand up for taxpayers. Who cares if the mayor is a tubby, addicted to cream puffs and malted milk shakes?
Thanks to several commenters, I've been seriously pondering the Paleo diet. But how will this work
with my business travel three days a week? The fact is, Joe's Grass-Fed Meats and Biff's Farm-Fresh Salmon are not restaurants at my local airport.
Last week I threw a conniption fit because baby couldn't have a Cinnabon. That was a fun blog to write but reading it days later I felt pangs of shame. Is this really the worst thing in my life right now that I have to exercise some self-control around my food intake?
Last Monday I weighed in at 234.4 and by Wednesday, I was at 231.6. Yes! A three-pound drop! By Friday I weighed myself and saw -- gasp! -- 237.4! I had gained six pounds! Christ on a stick, what happened? These numbers hold no true value when taken out of context.
It's been a week since my last run and I miss it. And so, my fellow geeks, even if by this admission I am humiliated and asked to take the Walk Of Shame, I want you all to know one thing: As I take the perp walk towards exile, as you all turn your backs from me, I shall look at your fat and lumpy asses and think "Suck it, boys."
When my blood sugar takes a dive like the 1919 Chicago White Sox, my reptilian brain takes over. I can feel my temperature rise, my guts start to shake, and I jump out of bed to take a reading to confirm just how low it is. Next, fix it. It's easy as pie (yummmm, pie). Get. Sugar. Now.
Though Toronto's mayor has lost 16 pounds in week two of his program, dieting only helps short-term. When treatment stops, the weight comes back -- always -- there are few (if any) known exceptions to this rule of nature. Cutting back calories and increasing activity addresses the symptoms of obesity -- not its causes.
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