Slimdude

So this morning the scale said “151″ pounds. I am really happy that I have been able to resist binge-ing at night. I had one little incident with a bagel earlier this week but at least it ended there.

 Yesterday after work I Gazelled for five miles and I told myself I could have two “No Sugar Added” fudgesicles as a reward. That’s about 80 calories when the walking itself burns off about 100 per mile. That’s my rule of thumb no matter what the read-out says. Also we did a Flight-Line F O D (foreign object) walk yesterday that covered a lot of ground.

I saw some video this morning on MTV where the Marines in the video loaded the casket into a hearse with the head (stars) first. That’s not right and I’ve never seen that ever. You always carry and load FEET first. But whatever. Would not be the first time music videos had something jacked up.

Last night my son woke up at about 10:30pm and wanted us to let him sleep in our bed with us. We have done this a few times since we moved into the new house because he was sick so now he’s starting to get used to going to bed in HIS crib and then waking up and crying until we let him sleep in our bed. So I just stood in there with him hugging him and all that mushy Dad stuff while he cried and I just kept telling him he had to sleep in his own bed. My wife kindly offered to stay up but I wanted her to get some rest because all I did all evening was sit on my ass and watch TV and play with my Python (heh heh heh) while she was putting together all this cool stuff she got from Wal-Mart for the house.

So I finally picked him up and held him and he cried less and less. I considered taking him into the living room and watching TV with him until he fell back asleep, but I was worried what kind of habit THAT would form. When he stopped crying and got really tired I finally asked him if he wanted to lay back down in his crib and to my great surprise, he gestured towards the crib and I layed him down and he fell asleep! Wow!

I really do have such a good son I am lucky he gives us almost NO trouble at all. Sometimes when he doesn’t get his way he pitches a little “mini-fit” where he cries a bit and falls to the floor face first and kicks. Which I think is so funny and when he sees that I just laugh and smile at him, he just stops and finds something else to do. I usually just tell him “Look, you Can-NOT play with this, it is not for you… find us a BALL instead or a BOOK, okay?” and he does. I consider myself very patient with people and I think that extends to my son as well. Even at his worst, I never lose my temper with him. And that is something I am really proud of. I’m not saying I’m like the best Dad in the world, but I’ve seen the way some fathers interact with their kids… and some of them seem really detached from their kids and really act like their kids are such a hassle. Maybe it’s just me?

Okay so then late last night I woke up again and I REALLY wanted to eat. I thought about all those “mini-packs” 100-calorie this and thats like cookies and even those teeny weeny cupcakes they have… oh man I wanted to go nuts, but I KNEW if I started I would not stop. So I forced myself to have a Diet Rite soda and watch a little MTV (”Next” was on) and the craving went away.

You bet your ass I am proud of myself. This morning I did my circuit weight routine and Gazelled 3 miles and had a decent breakfast and today I am off, 3 day weekend. I plan to go over to my friends’ house and swim. We are all best friends and we are considering dressing up like The Flintstones… they would be Fred and Wilma and their 20 month old could be Pebbles and we could be Barney and Betty and Bam-Bam.

And then my Dad and Step-Mom are visiting this evening. It’s going to be a great weekend, hope all of yours is equally great.

—Matt