Bryan W. Alaspa 1There's less of me these days
April 12th 2010 12:27
Well, the thing that I have been trying to accomplish is, as of this writing, finally starting to happen. I am losing weight. I started to make changes in my diet right after the first of the year, or possibly just before it. I really cannot remember. Before that time I was on a kick where every morning I would down a big canned, sugary iced tea to wake up in the morning and then the afternoon drinking a big sugary soda. Sometimes I even supplemented that with a nice, super-sugary Slurpee. It was not a particularly health diet.
So, I cut that out at the first of the year, or perhaps slightly before it. I really cannot remember. I was already noticing that just doing that little thing and reducing the portions of the meals I was eating was causing the pants to get loose. Then I had a medical event that was combined with a horrific stomach flu. That really kicked things into high gear.
Now I am one of those people you might have met and that probably annoy the hell out of you. I am the guy who eats very small meals about six times a day. I actually do things like count the number of almonds I eat and things like that. I can eat twelve baby carrots and four tablespoons of hummus, for example. So, I spend time measuring out hummus and counting out baby carrots. I have also started walking a lot.
This has caused a good news/bad news situation for me. The good news is that the diet and exercise seem to be working. The bad news is that my pants don't want to stay up anymore. I spend half of my days pulling my damn jeans back up to some proximity to my waist. To some people, this is also good news. However, to a guy who spent much of his life being picked on and under constant threat of being "pantsed" when I was in high school, this is a bad thing. I am not particularly happy about it.
The second thing is that people keep saying they see that I am losing weight. However, they cannot see it where I need it the most. They are not seeing the loss around my waist which is where the most fat is. They keep telling me they see the weight loss in my face. This is great, I guess. My face was also getting fat there before I made changes, but I also don't want to look like a skeleton-man. I would rather have a healthy-looking face and a slim waist-line.
I know, I know, this seems like petty complaining. However, that is what I do, particularly on this blog. Don't get me wrong, this is, overall, a very good thing. I was definitely pushing maximum density there for a while. It will be a terrific irony if that stomach flu ends up saving my life. If that flu hadn't put me in the hospital and the doctors not run some tests, they might not have found the final straw that really kicked my fat ass into gear.
So, I guess I am complaining for the sake of complaining. I do that a lot. I can never truly be happy with what I have. I always have to look for drama and conflict. I guess I should just thank the virus that put me out of commission for a week and be happy.
I just hope my face doesn't keep losing weight. I could try out for the role of the Red Skull, if it does, in the Captain America movie I hear is under development.
So, I cut that out at the first of the year, or perhaps slightly before it. I really cannot remember. I was already noticing that just doing that little thing and reducing the portions of the meals I was eating was causing the pants to get loose. Then I had a medical event that was combined with a horrific stomach flu. That really kicked things into high gear.
Now I am one of those people you might have met and that probably annoy the hell out of you. I am the guy who eats very small meals about six times a day. I actually do things like count the number of almonds I eat and things like that. I can eat twelve baby carrots and four tablespoons of hummus, for example. So, I spend time measuring out hummus and counting out baby carrots. I have also started walking a lot.
This has caused a good news/bad news situation for me. The good news is that the diet and exercise seem to be working. The bad news is that my pants don't want to stay up anymore. I spend half of my days pulling my damn jeans back up to some proximity to my waist. To some people, this is also good news. However, to a guy who spent much of his life being picked on and under constant threat of being "pantsed" when I was in high school, this is a bad thing. I am not particularly happy about it.
The second thing is that people keep saying they see that I am losing weight. However, they cannot see it where I need it the most. They are not seeing the loss around my waist which is where the most fat is. They keep telling me they see the weight loss in my face. This is great, I guess. My face was also getting fat there before I made changes, but I also don't want to look like a skeleton-man. I would rather have a healthy-looking face and a slim waist-line.
I know, I know, this seems like petty complaining. However, that is what I do, particularly on this blog. Don't get me wrong, this is, overall, a very good thing. I was definitely pushing maximum density there for a while. It will be a terrific irony if that stomach flu ends up saving my life. If that flu hadn't put me in the hospital and the doctors not run some tests, they might not have found the final straw that really kicked my fat ass into gear.
So, I guess I am complaining for the sake of complaining. I do that a lot. I can never truly be happy with what I have. I always have to look for drama and conflict. I guess I should just thank the virus that put me out of commission for a week and be happy.
I just hope my face doesn't keep losing weight. I could try out for the role of the Red Skull, if it does, in the Captain America movie I hear is under development.
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Comment by Sarahlynn
I'm in the same pants situation. It's annoying . . . not to mention expensive.
Still, yay.