The Battle Rages On

I slowly step up into the room. The sign on the door marked confessional catches my glance, and for a minute a deep sense of despair tears through my body like the first drop on a megadeath roller coaster ride. What can I do, there is the computer right there, and beyond those few simple cables are a billion plugged in people I'm sure just sitting there ready to read my words. Then common sense sets in and the despair diminishes slowly. Seriously, what are we talking here anyway? Five, maybe ten people still reading this blog? It can safely be called a private journal by this point. I sit down and begin to type.

We have a mixed bag of results this time. I think that in the last week, I did actually get the Wii fit board on the floor. Twice possibly, when the goal was daily. So that was not as great as I had hoped. On the other side, I have gotten the bike out of mothballs and have started to ride. Two whole days in a row.

Here is how I know the bike thing has legs. I bought a speedometer/odometer for it and put it on the bike. Normally, a quickly passing fad doesn't get me to do extra things like get out tools to attach parts. So that's a good sign. On the other hand, one of these exercise fads have never really lasted more than two months. Remember also that the Tour de France had just ended a week ago, so I am still all high on the Lance comeback thing. Eventually that wave will diminish and I'll have forgotten why I am going out and torturing myself like this.

Let's just talk about the two rides. My neighborhood has a nice little closed in two block area. I found that once around it is almost a mile. ONE mile, with a slight incline going one way leaving of course a nice coast going back around the other way. ONE mile. You know the Tour de France is like over a hundred miles a day and they go up mountains? I went TWO whole miles on a tiny hill gradual slant. After that I staggered into the house and wondered who had stolen the air and asked why my legs no longer allowed me to move myself from the couch to the kitchen. I worried that the next day I wouldn't be able to move.

Good news though, I got up the next day and was only slightly sore. After finding out that I had again gained weight, I bought the odometer, put it on and rode again. The odometer is not just something to measure distance, it reminds me of high school, before I could drive, when I practically lived on my bike. Seriously, summers were spent roaming the streets of tiny town, Wisconsin on my bike, cruising out to my grandpas house in the next town on my bike, delivering newspapers on my bike, exploring the country roads on my bike... You get the idea. I put an odometer on that bike and just loved watching the miles click by. I though that memory might sustain this little excursion in diet and exercise. Who knows, but its worth the couple of bucks for the thing to try. Right?

So, that's where I am; losing the weight battle, but hopefully planning an awesome full frontal attack on it that could overcome the problem in the long run. Keep holding out hope for me.

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Slow Start

My last post I got all excited about getting back on the Wii Fit and losing some of the pounds that had crept up on me over the past few months. I was serious too, and had great intentions to get right on it, assuming that the next morning I would be slalom skiing down Wii mountain. No such luck. It seems as though throughout the day there are a million things that prevent me from exercising. Needless to say, it had not started out too well. (Sorry Small Town Momma.) The good news is today I finally just grabbed the board and fired up the Wii and got going. T would only allow me about 20 minutes before he got "so bored" that I had to call it quits. At least I was able to do something, which is better than the past numerous weeks. The Wii scale says I gained more weight, so I hope that motivates me to get back on tomorrow and try to get a downward slope on the weight chart. Wish me luck.

Throwing Down Some Words

Words. Something. Anything. Just write something. You have all felt that at some time. Things got really busy, and at times depressing, and sometimes just too tiring, so I took a hiatus. To sum that period up, I can just say we are no longer chicken farmers due to economic conditions currently affecting the poultry industry. I don't want to dwell on it. Let's move forward together. We live in town now, so I can actually look out my window and see people. We have fast food within a mile of us, close enough to walk to really, but I'm guessing that if you are the type of people who eat fast food, you're not the type who walk a mile to go get it when you have a perfectly capable car sitting right there in the driveway. Which leads to the next topic:
Weight gain. I once posted about how nice it was to be a chicken farmer because I had to walk several miles a day through the houses, which allowed me to burn ungodly numbers of calories. I could basically eat anything I wanted and not gain weight. Well, having been a non-working slacker for a while now I have gained 21 pounds from my final week or so of farming. It seems as though I will need some type of plan for losing weight. I was reading Small Town Mommy's blog and found I am not the only one facing the weight loss issue. I think I will take her advice and get back to working out on the Wii Fit. Wish me luck.

Although no longer being a chicken farmer can make one 'sad', it has worked out ok for me. It allows me to be a SAHD (stay at home dad). How depressing is that acronym? I know this is no longer the 50's or anything, but being a SAHD is still like fighting against the current. It is only temporary, but it will be long enough to get to be a lifestyle for now. It is definitely a change in life style for me. I'll most likely be using it a fodder for my blogs from here on out. That way you can all feel my pain, and joy as I go through this.

That wasn't so bad. I started with no thoughts on what to say, and after I typed a single word the rest followed. Let's see if that can happen next time.

Learning how to do stairs. Day One.