I’ve always been steeped in bitter, secret jealousy of guys like wooferstl who are so completely comfortable with their bodies that they can do stuff like post themselves jay-bird-ass-naked on their weblogs or show up to the bar on a Saturday night wearing assless pants.
Sure – I know how to comment-mine and throw some skin in occasionally when (at least subconsciously) I’m screaming for some sort of sexual validation…. but page back and look… chances are if it shows much of anything – it’s through a heavy blur filter in photoshop.
I wish I could say the cliché diet “before / after” pics above was entirely a “planned” study – but honestly they weren’t.
I took the “before” shot one Saturday afternoon last November when I was toying with the idea of getting a tattoo* to memorialize my father and make some sort of morbid statement about being the last name-bearing male on our branch of the family tree.
*tattoos = a pastime of mine – (planning them not getting them) – since my 20’s… I like to look at this rock-solid, neurotic lack of follow-through as sort of a gift… yeah.. that’s it.
so.. yeah – anyway:
Nothing like having your relatively young father come down with a nasty case of cancer to give you a swift kick in the ass with the mortality boot.
The stress of caregiving… speedy new ADHD meds… a completely new way of looking at food (and consumption in general) along with a sobering assessment of the genetic cards I’ve been dealt – and… wooah… lookie there:
I started loosing weight.
But wait.. it gets worse.
I joined a gym too…
*crickets*
…but not until February… So I figure based on what I’m learning about bodies having about a 3-month lag time, I should post another progress pic sometime in May.
Funny stuff happens when you loose weight in significant numbers…. You notice stuff coming back that you hadn’t noticed left in the first place.
I can touch my toes my palms to the floor.
I can run up a few flights of stairs without getting winded.
… and stuff like that.
The whole “gym-culture” experience has been chock-full of blog fodder as well – but that’d be best explored in a future post.
Figured first I had to stop sitting on these images as I have for the last 30 days feeling self-conscious about sharing them.
So if you want the whole rambling “how’d you do / are doing this” schpiel – it’s behind this cut