Operation Fatty Fat Fatso

So last Friday, after spending the night watching Batman and feasting on Irish pub food, ice cream, and appetizers at Applebee's ... Jeff and I came up with an amazing new initiative. We're going to get fit!

You can stop laughing now... seriously...

Perhaps its been motivated by Jeff's diabetes or my father's recently diagnosed cancer, but we've both decided we want to live past the age of 40 and have the possibility of seeing our children grow up. Crazy, I know, but I'm just sayin' that might have something to do with it.

Day 1 of the Fatty Fat Fatso campaign was Monday. Things went rather well... although I was slightly disturbed by losing about 5 pounds of water weight from a 30 minute, 3 mph walk. Yes, it was that disgusting. I'll let that vision sink in for a moment. However nothing would have prepared me for the shame I felt tonight.

Tonight, Day 3 of Operation Fatty Fat Fatso. I was doing my treadmill thing, shedding water like you would not believe, and in comes little Miss Skinny. She hops on the treadmill, cranks it up to 7 mph, goes for 20 minutes, and barely even breaks a sweat. She weighs 117 pounds (Yes, I was able to make out the details on the scale through the sweat pouring off my brow) I was baffled that she was even in there. I was thinking to myself, "Why are you here? For God's sake, go eat something!"

It then occurred to me... the only reason I'm even having to come up with Operation Fatty Fat Fatso is because I have spent the last 10 years not doing that 7mph sprint for 20 minutes a day. Ten years ago, I was 180 pounds. Monday, I was 245. Today, 240. (Did you think I was kidding about the sweating off 5 pounds of water?) That's 60 pounds over my weight 10 years ago. Its, honestly, quite depressing.

I'm going to begin tracking my weight loss starting today, in hopes of providing a solid source of inspiration and motivation. I will be taking three weight measurements per day and hopefully see a fairly constant downward trend. The main thing I need to keep in mind is that this weight got put on over the course of 10 years, its not going to come off in a month. It might take a while but I am determined to shed this damn weight before it kills me.

Public Enemy #1 is unfortunately... Dr Pepper. That's going to be the first thing I need to take out. I'll report back with updates on Operation Fatty Fat Fatso.