Fitbit: My Shamespiration

Oh, Fitbit. You may be small, but your ability to make me feel inadequate knows no bounds.   Let's examine how an object that weighs an ounce can impact my day. 5:30AM: Get up. 5:31AM: Coffee Repeat. Repeat. Feed cats and dogs. Coffee. 6:22AM: Glance at Fitbit, smugly judging me…

Weight Loss Is Hard

As in, losing weight sucks. There's nothing good about my cyclical winter re-fattening. Here's how it seems to go: Summertime means running outside. Sunshine. Heat. Lots of summer-ish stuff, moving quickly and doing things for the sheer pleasure of being outside because life seems to really pop once the temperature…

The misery of dieting.

I began the Spring Pre-Running Diet. I will fist fight for: pizza, cheese, spicy tuna sushi rolls, cheeseburgers, fried anything, milkshakes, ice cream, pie, waffles, or cake. I will also, at the minimum, wrestle for pancakes, steak, eggs with actual cheese, a bucket of ketchup, mayo on a shoe, bread,…

Pushups are the Devil

I'm on this stupid health and exercise¬†kick, and it means giving up things like pie and cake for a while. As a man of a certain age, I have certain fears, which include (but are not limited to): Pleated khakis. Losing my hair. Belly. A larger belly. Chewing food like…

Life Without Cookies

Or cake. Or pie. Or waffles, milk, flour, cheese, and joy, yes, there will be no joy, not in this house. Bride is doing a really interesting thing known as the Whole Life Challenge. It's kind of cool-- focusing on better food, plenty of sleep ( a must!), stretching, meditation,…

Getting Older.

As we roll into 2017, I'm one year closer to being fifty. I can't believe it. Regardless, due too eating to much between the hours of 1-3AM, which is apparently when I MUST HAVE CAKE, I started running last year. I love it. But, I only like running outside, and…