Living By The Scale

Don’t Let It Rule Your Life

After my Dad passed away in 2014, I resolved to make some positive changes in my life. I had been laid off the previous February, so I decided it was time to focus on the things I could control. I signed up for a weight loss program called Nutrimost. In January of 2015, I hit my weight loss goal of 40 pounds and I have kept it off for over four years. I have actually pushed my weight even lower. As of today, I weigh 224 and I’m down 52.5 pounds from my high water mark of 276.5! It’s hard to believe I was ever that heavy. However, being 6’3”, I had a lot of real estate to spread that weight around. Since then, I have learned a lot about how the body of a 59-year-old man works. How my body processes food, how diet and exercise spin the numbers when I hop on the scale, and other stuff like that.

However, that’s where the problem lies. After losing a life-changing amount of weight, I had become addicted to the scale. I am reminded of a video I saw on Facebook of a dog jumping up and down on a scale. The caption read, “How I feel after gaining weight after a healthy food day!” Boy, can I relate to that! I even started to bring the scale with us on road trips. You become so focused on maintaining your weight, you forget to actually live a little! One of the side benefits of losing weight is that you tend to lose the taste for certain foods. Cookies and donuts, whatever. However, drop a carton of ice cream in front of me, and it could get ugly. That’s why I have recently decided to shake up my diet and workout. Gotta stay honest. I’m going back to what I call my 40 Day Foods. My goal is to push down to 218, where I will set my new weight range.

For about a year, I have toyed with the idea of launching a fitness channel on YouTube. Hopefully, giving people the benefit of what I have learned over the past few years. What works, what doesn’t, and why, as far as I can tell. Plus, I’ll include some videos of my workouts. Nothing heavy-duty or time-consuming. People are often surprised when I tell them how little time I actually spend working out. I’m generally in and out of the gym in about half an hour. After that, I hit the steam room and pool to relax and do some laps. My working title for this new venture is Fugly Old Man Fitness. An inside joke between me and my wife. I look forward to getting this channel up and running in the next few months. So stay tuned!

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Why Do Sports Matter So Much?

After All, It’s Only A Game

It’s been another Rivalry Week here in Southeast Michigan (I can never say that without sounding like Elmer Fudd). The Michigan vs Michigan State trash talk has reached epic levels. This leads me to ask the question, “Why do sports matter so much?” I can understand if you are an alumnus of one of these schools. However, people like me, who never attended either school, can be rabid fans as well. For the record, I am pulling for Michigan tomorrow. Crazy stuff always seems to happen in this game, so we’ll see what happens. (Michigan won 21-7, boo-ya!)

I used to let my obsession with our local sports teams eat me alive. The Red Wings, Tigers, Pistons, and of course the pitiful Lions, all had the ability to drive me crazy. My wife would hear me screaming at the TV from the other room, and I could almost hear her roll her eyes. Then one day, I had an epiphany and I realized I was taking it all way too personally. How could something like a last-second goal, that beat the Red Wings again, affect my life in any way? The answer was, of course, it couldn’t. I ceased to care about any of our teams,  It took many years, but I have finally kicked the habit. However, I still root for Michigan Football and Hockey. Hey, I’m only human.

I remember the day I stopped caring about the Lions.  It was December 30, 1995. The Lions were heavily favored against the Eagles in the playoffs. After the Cryin’ Lions were down 21-0 on four plays, it hit me. Why am I getting so upset over this? Life’s too short! So I turned off the TV and took a nap. After I woke up, I went outside, raked some leaves, and enjoyed the cool fall evening. The freedom of not being a slave to the outcome of a silly game was liberating. Don’t get me wrong. I still occasionally watch a game with my wife, but I don’t block out three hours of my life to watch the Tigers lose in dramatic fashion, again. It’s really liberating. Give it a try. There’s a whole big, beautiful world out there! Go spend some time in it!

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