...and unfortunately it might be right.
If you follow me on Twitter, you might have noticed that I was looking for a Wii Fit Balance Board for my daughter's birthday. Well not long after her birthday, the greatest wife in the world, my wife, not yours, found one at a Target and quickly scooped it up.
Well as The Wifey left this past weekend to visit her family in Kentucky, she left Audrey and I behind to fend for ourselves. Well Audrey's idea was to unpack the Wii Balance Board and get to it. So we did.
To get it set up, as Audrey and I were clueless, I decided to be the guinea pig and step on. It goes through a series of activities to determine you "Wii Fit Age". It said that my "Wii Fit Age" was 30. Fitting as this year I DO turn 30. So I thought, hell, maybe I am a little more healthy than I think. Like everyone else I have the same self image issues most of us do. We don't think we look all that great, because the magazines tell us we don't.
So as I stood on an electronic box, sipping a beer, it gave me the most humbling news. My dreaded BMI. It was up there. It said my ideal weight for a guy my size and age is 166 pounds. Then it gave me what my real weight was.
I almost dropped my beer on the fucking thing. I would have been fine with letting my mom come over with her eternal pissing beast, and let him piss all over this contraption. I tried to hide the tears that shrink wrapped my eyes. I knew I had gained some weight recently, but I had no idea how much I really had gained. Sure my pants are up 2 sizes and now even those are getting snug, and I've noticed stretch marks in places I didn't have them before, and right then and there I realized I was becoming the dumb fat guy. I wasn't taking care of myself the way I should be.
I am starting to run the risk of having heart disease, running the risk of not being able to run with my daughters. Running the risk of becoming unattractive in my wife's eyes.
These are all real fears. These can be motivation to real change.
My younger brother was once in my place. Gaining weight and not caring. Then he realized one day that something needed to change. About a year later after he was down nearly 75 pounds, be said, there is no such thing as a diet. There are all these fad diets, Adkins, South Beach, The Cookie Diet, and they are all bullshit. None of them work. You have to make a lifestyle change. You have to change what you keep in your fridge, you have to change how you wake up in the morning. Sure there are things you have to sacrifice, like the 8 pounds of salt you throw in your chicken, or the 25 scoops of sugar you put in your coffee.
I once tried this so called lifestyle change, and it worked, for the 2 weeks I did it. Because of my brother, I was able to cut sugar out of my coffee altogether, and drink it straight up, and I still do to this day. I lost 15 pounds in 2 weeks, just by doing that. But after my wedding and during my wife's pregnancy, that lifestyle was long gone. I was back to eating whatever the fuck I cared to. Like chicken covered in cheese. Like eating a hamburger 6 of the 7 nights of the week. Like sitting on the couch watching television instead of outside walking the dog.
Life has certainly changed, and because my wife has felt so run down, I have let myself feel run down.
So as I stood there, looking at the television shocked to see that the scale was up past the 250 pound mark, I decided there needed to be a little change in my life. So I did was anyone would have. I finished my beer and ran the equivilent of a mile and a half in my living room on the Wii Fit with my daughter. Being active together. Sweating. Laughing at each other.
Today I finished filling out the paperwork to get a scholorship to the YMCA they are building near the house. If we are going to change, we are changing as a family.
This past Sunday, I woke up with Audrey, and we went to church with friends of mine. It was the first time in a long time that going to church was fun for me. It was on my terms.
This new challenge will be to.
**that is NOT a photo of me