And in this corner at 350 pounds....

If only I was a prize fighter. 350 pounds wouldn't be so bad. I mean a prize fighter wears it in muscle, sinews and iron corded tendons. Mine is all in the bread basket. In fact, I have noticed that when I wear a button up shirt, my gut hangs slightly to one side. Peculiar! It isn't a pretty sight bare. I will spare you the details but I intend to lose it.

Here's the plan:
1. Start making a menu. I know it sounds a bit crazy, but I saw Connie doing it and I really think if I do that, I might get back on track. I hope Julia Werner helps me with that. I need to call and make an appointment.

2. Exercise. "Just go. I've got to go." I told my counselor earlier this week. So far, I no go. Plbpb! That is a sure way to fail. For me it is mostly a matter of finding the right time to go and making it happen. My favorite activities at the Y are the elliptical climber for 20 minutes, swimming for 30 minutes, treadmill for 10 minutes and walking or hiking for 30 minutes. I have also learned to enjoy dancing with my DASK friends. Short bursts equaling 10 minutes for the most part, but I am definitely interested in increasing that.

3. Get fruity. I mean if I don't start eating fruit again, I might as well carry around 350 pounds of lard. I don't know why I haven't been eating that stuff. I like it. Vegetables too. Mmmm. So why don't I eat more of them?

4. Recipes. Honestly, I don't really have time to cook. But if I am ever going to really consider a second career in culinary arts, well I better take this recipe thing a bit more seriously. Oh and getting some decent kitchenware. Rusted tea kettles, misshapen spatulas and dull knives just aren't going to cut it anymore. Literally.

5. Time Out. I tend to eat less when I am not at home. It goes against everything I have argued with my ex-wife about, but time away from the apartment might do me some good. Being around others might make me think less about eating and more about smiling.

6. Eat less, but pray and love a lot more. This is absolutely necessary. God is the only one who can carry me through this. Though I'd love to have a few NFL cheerleaders help me out, I have far better chances getting God to do it.