Salutations™!!
This week I talked about how it sucked being sick. You know what else sucks? Being fat. Fat! The BCPF hates when I call myself that, but you know what? If the corduroy pants don’t fit, you can’t wear them. I have no clue what that means, but I typed it anyways.
This morning I was putting two tires in the back of Monte (my very tired Montero Sport) and just putting those in left me winded for about 10 minutes. Granted I was bent over trying to get as much water as possible out of them before putting them in her back hatch (wow that sounded much dirtier that I would have ever meant it to) and what have you, but dang! That still sucks. I clock in just under (presumably) 300 lbs. That’s a lot of weight. Not good on the joints, the heart, other functions, even the mind.
I’m dead sexy!
I have fitness friends and I have people talking about diets and all that jazz, but here’s the thing: I can’t give up the beer and I hate the feeling of adrenaline rushes. The beer thing isn’t an alcoholic issue, it’s a monetary issue. I have the ability to say that I “get paid to drink beer.” Not a shload, mind you. One of the things that The Less Desirables does is review beer. We have an “Official Beer Sponsor” in City Beverage in Winston-Salem. People listen to hear about the beer and our thoughts. Sponsor=pay. Also, I started the new show, The Beer Dads in the last few weeks so that’s another one. The premise is beer (and dads). There are a few other instances that beer is either payment or the subject in my life.
When I was a much smaller thing I did exercise to the extent that I would walk a few times a week. I just absolutely hate the feeling of adrenaline and endorphins… phooey. People furrow their brows when I say that but it’s true. I don’t ride thrill rides, I don’t exercise, I just don’t. Do I feel better afterwards? Yes, but that feeling doesn’t equate or necessitate the need for the feeling I get while exercising.
Now, I get the other side of that. Health. Staying healthy is important, I know. But, I don’t want any part of that other stuff. No. No way. Huh uh. Forget it.
Do you, Dear Reader, have any suggestions otherwise? Or coping with the endorphin/adrenaline issue? I’m open. I feel like a tub o’lard and don’t like that at all.
Until tomorrow, same blog channel…
Scorp out!
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“It’s simple. If it jiggles, it’s fat.” – Arnold Schwarzeneggar
As you know I took up running a couple of years ago. I did it because I was tired of being fatter than I should be AND because I do enjoy sports like tennis and I like the fact that I’m better at those if I’m in shape. That being said I can’t honestly say I enjoy running, but I do enjoy the benefits that result so I do it. Not that I couldn’t stand to lose a few pounds, but I shudder to think where I’d be if I didn’t exercise. My mantra has become, “I run to eat pretty much what I want…and drink beer”
I guess my point is that you don’t have to like the act itself if you do like the results. Sometimes the ends do justify the means. BTW, a good long walk is very beneficial and it generally doesn’t kick the adrenaline up. Do that five days a week and I bet you’ll be amazed at the results after a while.
Yeah, that’s what I did when I got down to 204 several years back. Just don’t like it. At all. And for me, if I don’t like or want to do it, it’s just not going to happen, unfortunately.
If you’re anything like me it won’t happen until the point that you dislike the alternative even more. That’s pretty much where I am now.