New Beginnings

So, I started a new gig this week, which means that I will be working what I will respectfully refer to as an “advanced schedule” for the foreseeable future. Please read that as about 62 hours a week.

Yeah, nearly two years of unemployment will crush your finances but good.

I did the barista thing the last two nights after working at the new gig all day. It wasn’t terrible, but man, I’m shot by the end of it. I don’t know how I thought I could work till 11 on a weeknight and still be coherent enough to do, well, much of anything the next day. To be clear, I work till 10, not 11. Thank goodness.

There’s certainly no exercise time on those days. I mean, I barely have time to shower, eat and change before I’m bang out the door again.

Night shift is a different animal, and it’s one I will have to get used to. I was a smooth part of the machine in the morning, but the rhythm of the night* is something I need to adapt to.

So, I am going to begin my weigh-in procedures next Wednesday, June 1. Fitting, really. I started this blog June 9 2008, so for the Almost Fourth Anniversary I am starting anew. I missed the Sporty stage at 40. I just fell hard off the wagon. Now it’s time to stand up again and get moving.

Come along again with me, won’t you?

I’ve been re-reading my early posts and using them for motivation. Ah, young, impressionable 37 year old me. Nevertheless, it’s helpful. I can see mistakes and I can try to avoid them again.

Why not go back and start at the beginning with me?

* With apologies to El DeBarge

OK, so it's been a month...

and, being I gave a complete stranger this address the other day at work I guess I ought to update it.

I can't say "here's the skinny" because, well let's face it, there's nothing remotely skinny going on here. So, here's the deal.

I weighed in last Wednesday (what would have been Week 150 if I had been keeping up with tis thing) and, to borrow a phrase from the National Enquirer, I "Tipped the scales" at a whopping TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTY-FIVE and A FUCKING HALF POUNDS!

It's goddamned embarrassing and I was summarily ashamed of myself. So, I did what any non-self-respecting Fatty would do and ate myself stupid.

So, here I am. less than 10 pounds from where I started. Jesus, that's simply devastating. I got down to the 220s! I got a part time job at everyone's favorite coffeehouse and gained like thirty back*. Ugh. What the hell am I doing to myself...

So as it stands here's where we're at:

• I start a new full time gig next Monday. I have to shop for new clothes. New FAT clothes. This burns my ass like you wouldn't believe. I threw out all my fat clothes before and now I take a huge step backwards and buy more. Devastating, considering I do not plan on wearing them long. Please note, I am so glad to finally have a job that this is really the least of my problems.
• I have begun snoring badly again. I'm so goddamned tired most of the time I can't tell what day it is. It's been better a little lately, but man, I don't need this crap again.
• my pants are too tight.
• my umbilical hernia is ridiculous. I gotta get to 200 pounds so I can have it repaired.

So, now we'll have two jobs to deal with and a new, tighter schedule. I'm so sick of being a fat bastard, that I have no choice but to snap t6o and get it done. The first couple of weeks are gona suck, but maybe a few weeks in and I'll get that energy back I used to have.





*DAMN YOU, DELICIOUS PASTRY!!!!