Dieting & Excercising

There is an the old saying that "your body is like a temple".  Well, for the longest time I treated mine just like one.  The problem was that it was a Buddhist temple and I was the logo.  I played sports all through college and so I was always in pretty good shape.  I really never gave it a second thought to what I ate because of all the exercise I did.  Something happened as soon as I got out of college and got a job though.  I stopped working out regularly and happy hour was 2 for 1 with half priced appetizers.  Soon, I had a family and I worked out even less and I was finishing everyones Happy Meals because God forbid you throw out 3 nuggets and a handful of fries. Next thing I know, I was 35 pounds heavier than when I got out of college.  WTF!!

Well obviously this is an unacceptable situation.  So I tried to hit the gym a little more and realized there were a lot of so called "muscles" that hurt a lot more than I remember.  I tried to cut out fast food joints, so I started going to Chipotle because it is grilled chicken.  OK, I guess in hind sight eating a burrito the size of my head really did not help much.  I tried to eat less than I was eating, but that I guess was a relative term.  I had people tell me when on a diet that I was not eating enough and had to eat more in order to lose weight.  OK, this is where I call BS!!  Eating is how I got to be a fat ass in the first place. DUHHHH!

I tried to do P90-X with my son and literally thought I was going to die.  I would like to see Tony Horton's sorry ass if he had to sit behind a desk all day, take kids to soccer or volleyball practice and eat dinner in the car on the way home.  It would be called P90-XXXL.  

I finally got to a point where I was ready to lose the weight.  Back in January, I started the MediFast diet as I had a friend of mine who did it and lost over 100 pounds.  The diet was structured as 5 of their meals and one of your own from the "approved" list of foods.  No wine allowed.  This could be a violation of the Geneva convention, but I could not find the exact language on it.  First of all, they use the term "meal" very loosely.  Their definition of a "meal" is a little bar, powdered soup or a tiny bag of pretzels.  This you do 5 times so you can get to your free meal, which is a small piece of chicken or beef and a few veggies.  I learned to eat every 3 hours in order to get to my free "meal". I learned to save one of the five meals as my last "meal" of the day.  It is scary how I looked forward to it.  A small microwavable brownie.  I could not wait for that evening brownie to hold me over until breakfast.  I would scrape the hell out of that microwaveable cardboard thimble my brownie was cooked in to get every last morsel.  I have to tell you, I think Gandhi ate more on his hunger strike than I did.

After 3 months, I had lost 40 pounds.  It was amazing.  I went from fat ass down to just chubby.  I am down to my weight that I was in high school, working out everyday and feeling great.   The problem is, now I freak out when I eat out or don't get an opportunity to get to the gym.  The key I guess is portion control (leave the damn nuggets alone) and try and get some exercise as often as possible.  Of course, I say this as I am popping the cork on a nice red cab.  It's all for medicinal purposes as I read somewhere that it is good for your heart.  Like I said, you need to take care of your body.