Going to New Lengths

When you physically see the signs of your bad behavior showing up in the form of a roll of fat around the mid-section (read: Dunlop tire, muffin top, Michelin man), it’s time to get a reality check. Here’s us at the Oregon Brewer’s Festival last weekend where yours truly is looking a bit thick – not unlike a nice stout. And what's up with me and bald guys? Wait, that's another blog.

So, as yet more motivation to combat the jelly rolls, there is another bet on the horizon. Tanya and I are going to put $150 into a pot. 12 week time frame. Person who wins (weight, body fat and body measurements) gets the pot. If we make our goals then we keep our dough, just the loser that will fork their share over.

Time to put our money where our mouths are – instead of Ben & Jerry’s, or in my case Bogle and Jordan - it's going to be all about fresh salads, lots of exercise and taking it up a notch or two. And I plan on using my winnings to buy new clothes that I will inevitably need when I drop the weight – or maybe towards my gadget addiction since I already have clothes that are packed away due to the added poundage over the past few years. It’s inevitable.

It still blows my mind that some people can eat and drink their way through the world and not gain a pound. All without exercising regularly mind you. While I won’t spend a lot of time dwelling on it (really, there’s nothing I can do but remain jealous about my lack of the skinny gene), I will spend time every day trying to think myself thin – then I’ll get out there and workout more so I can still enjoy things like wine on a regular basis. Glasses, not gallons.

In light of that, today I am going on a run at lunch – in an attempt to get back into the groove. Wish me luck and remind me not to stand sideways in pictures for a while.