Slimdude

The CPD is , of course… the couch potato diaries. I have just had lunch and I am right on track to about 1200 calories today. I have just taken a mild muscle relaxer and I plan on perhaps having a nap.

My wife and son are off today (veterans day) and they decided to go over to our friend’s house. I did not want to go because I am in pain and also I am technically not supposed to go anywhere since technically I am on Quarters from my supervisor.

The only thing on TV right now is Project Runway from last season. Season 4 of PR is supposed to start on Wed and that’s everybody’s favorite guilty pleasure right?

This morning I watched music videos… nothing amazing… and some other trash TV before my son got up and I’m starting to suspect my wife is passively aggressively punishing me for being couch-bound. She asked me to watch him and make him breakfast and change his diaper this morning so she could sleep an extra hour. Which I did, but I mean… it wasn;t easy and I was hurting the whole time.

Plus, the whole reason I got the day off today was to sit on the couch. If I’d gone to work, she would have had to get up ANYWAY. I don’t think I like where this is going. I’m taking time off work to heal, not to be an extra set of hands around the house when she feels like sleeping in.

And on that note, do you know she is driving across the state to attend a Rock Concert on Friday and she has asked me to watch The Boy. I have agreed but quite frankly I am shocked that she has not considered NOT GOING. She has not even mentioned considering cancelling her plans to go. I am sure I will be fine to watch him but it is going to be EXTREMELY hard. I mean, my little shower-and-shave this morning had me in a great deal of pain.

I mean, really do people NOT UNDERSTAND that if six ribs are broken in your back that every little thing you do causes white hot pain? I try to be positive but then they think I am just jim-dandy instead of just putting on a happy face.

Anyway. Yeah I love my wife but I guess you can tell I’m a little upset about the concert. If she was semi-incapacitated there is no effing way I would leave her for a day to watch our son by herself.

—Matt

Good morning, BSers and Welcome to The Couch Potato Diaries, Day Numero Uno.

These next 35 days, — that’s five weeks — will be dedicated to me healing as much as possible from the recent injuries I have suffered. That is to say, seven— count ‘em, SEVEN— fractured ribs. That’s one up front and six in the back. And by the way, why do people keep asking me if they are “broken… or fractured…?” because from everything I can tell on the Internet, it means the same thing. A fracture is a break. I learned that in Boy Scouts.

So this Blog is where I will bring to you all my random thoughtedness from my couch and from the world of Cable Television, mindless vapid hole that it is, but which I am addicted to.

At the same time, here is my struggle to keep on losing weight. Even though my activity level will have to be low-low-low, as far as I can tell, keeping my calories between 1200-1500 per day should still result in weight loss.

I have binged for 3 nights straight, let;s get that confession right out of the way right now. You’d think I’d be all like “Damn… I was so close to 140 and now here I am back up near 150… 149.5 to be exact…” but I’m not at all.

I’m very positive and motivated that I can still lose about 2 pounds per week and by the time 5 weeks have passed I betcha I am at my goal weight of 140. I’m just gonna keep on doing my three-hour meal and snack timing, lean proteins, good carbs, fruits veggies et cetera,… you guys know the drill.

My little goal this week will be to clock in at 148 by Sunday. Easy!

I am in a little bit of back and leg pain this morning but I decided to get on up and take a shower and shave my grizzly-adams looking face and put on a little bit of old spice. If I’m going to lay around all day in pain I can at least make an effort to look and smell decent, right?

Hey I’m so excited my wife has decided she wants to be a Nurse! She is so motivated. My wife is way way way smarter than me and she likes school more than I do. It’s not like she LOOOOOVES it, ya know, but she does it anyway. Right now she is in a few classes just to get her… regular degree? But starting in January she is going to go full time in classes that go towards nursing. I think she would be a fantastic nurse and the rate at which I am going God knows I’m going to need a great nurse around.

Okay well now I have made a vow to myself to visit AT LEAST ten other BS blogs a day, if not more and leave motivational comments if I can think of some good ones. You all have been so good to me, I need to return the favor.

I’ll probably be back later but who knows WHAT the day will bring? It’s early yet.

—Matt