Finishing well seems to be the hardest part.
Like yesterday; I woke up at 7...am...to my 2 year old screaming, "DAD...DADDY...D@RBU4GRYY!" Which is typical when he wakes up and wants his mandatory milk and a movie. So I peeled myself from my feather soft cocoon and changed, liquefied and cinematized my still rhythmically chanting son. DAD...DAD...DADDY...DAD!
I found myself standing in my hallway with a Bob Barker moment in my face. Behind door #1 was a 2 hour cruise to the Hawaiian isle of "Wanna-sleep-some-mori" aboard the S.S. Pillow. And door #2... A 30 minute ride to hell on the Metal Machine of Doom.
"Well Dan, which door do you choose?" Satan... I mean Bob asked. I looked out through the studio lights to the riotous crowd, feverishly shouting and making number gestures with there hands And there, in the stands, was my wife. Calmly she raised her hand. And then, like Cesar determining a gladiators fate in the Colosseum, her fingers rose...
All this was very traumatic for me seeing as i was still naked.
So i got dressed. Hopped on the helliptical, and flailed my way to a thinner me. Yes, thank you, I choose door #2. However, I know that if I stopped here, thousands of you would write in with all sorts of praise and acclaim, and you would never know the dark underbelly of what I will heretofore call, "last night!"
"Last night" was fight night. UFC 102 to be exact, (Google it) and I was hosting. I did all the good stuff to make sure I ate well. Carrots, assorted colors of peppers, cucumbers, water, safe rice crackers. I was armed to the teeth, literally, with things that would keep me from cheating.
I think at this point I should just tell you. Huhhhhh. ok.
6 Chips-ahoy cookies
5 Pieces of Julians hot homemade bread...with imported cheese
4 Slivers of green, red or yellow peppers
3 Different types of chips
2 Glasses of iced tea
1 Glass of Dr. Pepper
...and a partridge in a pear tree...
So. Don't hate me. I believe I have course corrected and back on track for today. Well, my eyes are bloodshot and its time to head out to church.
-ready...with a headache-
Dan
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Keep goin Baby...I'm proud of you even when I give you a hard time!! Youv'e done it before and you can do it again...this time...skinny for life, or should I say, healthy for life!! I want to keep you forever :) Love, ME:)
ReplyDeleteoh man, this is good stuff! I hope you keep it up Dan... the battle and the blog! Many blessings!
ReplyDeleteSara
You're so funny Danny. I enjoy reading your blog. Everyone slips and falls. Has good days and bad days when they are making "Lifestyle changes". It's just a question of, are you going to pick yourself up and start over the next day, or let it get to you and give up? Keep truckin'. Always choose door #2. I love you.
ReplyDelete-Your supportive sister - Lori
okay. okay. i'm following you. (and i'm proud of you too.)
ReplyDeletehere i am with a comment....i love the blog!! i love your thought prosses and your efforts! keep it up. i will inspire me to lose my 20 in 4.....i got look good for a specail day!
ReplyDelete~holly