This morning's weigh-in: 335 lb.
Goal for March 19: 315 lb. (again)
Discrete projects to finish:
Finish Daughter's dresser (20 hrs)
Setup TiVo for cable box feed (2 hrs)
Reorganize/clean home office (4 hrs)
Scan remaining photos (8 hrs)
Edit/burn camcorder video (8 hrs)
Build subwoofers (12 hrs)
Rebuild/repaint guitar (8 hrs)
Daily goals:
Exercise each morning (cardio burndown, situps, pushups)
Get 7+ hours sleep
Arrive at work by 7:00 AM
TKD at least 4 days/week
Monday 1815 - 2045
Tuesday 1945 - 2115
Thursday 2000 - 2045
Saturday 0845 - 1315
Keep in mind that my unfulfilled project list is only those things I can do right now, without requiring additional expenditures (since I'm putting my finances on a diet too). To accomplish the first 3 daily goals, I need to be in bed by 10:00 PM. Getting to work by 7:00 AM (and not having to worry about making it to Daughter's TKD classes during the week), I could in theory put in 9-10 hours per day and still be home before 5:30 PM. Monday evenings would be shot, Tuesday evenings I would have about an hour and a half open, Wednesdays are D&D nights and Thursdays I'd have a good solid two hours. Fridays would be a wildcard, because if I get enough hours in before then, I can take the day (or at least the afternoon off).
I went into that little analysis thinking I'd be saying how little time I had to get my projects done, but a quick back-of-the-envelope calculation says that I have 28.5 hours per week when I'm not sleeping, working or TKDing (even with a full workday on Fridays). That should be plenty to knock off my big project list by the time I'm 39 on March 19. Perhaps I'll even get around to learning German and the guitar this year (also things I can do without further expenditures).
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
Three weeks
In 21 days, I turn 39. Tonight, I test for my purple belt. And later this week, I'm 99.99% sure I'm going to join the ATA Leadership program. If things proceed as they should, I'll become a black belt shortly after I turn 40.
So is it any surprise, really, that I'm turning to Medifast again? While I was nursing my broken toe, I let myself go. I effectively stopped dieting, and since I couldn't participate 100% in class workouts, my caloric output suffered too.
The leadership program allows me to train and compete in eXtreme Martial Arts (XMA), which is basically a very flashy, showy version of Taekwondo, set to music, and combining modified TKD techniques with gymnastics and choreography. While I'm encouraged by seeing much fatter men compete in this, I don't want to limit myself to that.
Also, the leadership program starts training its members as instructors. Whether it's just to to bolster my existing desire to help other students, or it perhaps turns into a second income, this appeals to me a lot. But I've always told myself that I didn't want to be one of those people who earns a bullshit black belt.
I'm torn on this, because I know a lot of people who bust their ass to earn their belt, and don't have the physical ability to really make the forms look good. And I know people with a lot of talent who just coast through. It doesn't seem fair to penalize the person who's working hard, but neither does it seem fair to just give a person a belt (of any color) just because they're naturally flexible and balanced. If I teach the techniques, I want to be able to demonstrate the techniques. And there may come a point where my natural flexibility and balance reach their limits, but I don't think I can credibly say that at 330 pounds, I've found those absolute limits.
I'm also putting my finances on a diet. I've been on a spending binge. Yesterday was the end of that. I've decided that even though my birthday is 21 days away, what I bought yesterday (parts to restore a cheapo electric guitar, parts to build dual subwoofers for the bedroom, and an iPod interface for my Trailblazer) will constitute my "birthday presents to myself".
With Daughter's TKD classes being restructured to weekends only (the instructor's going to let her train with the adults on Saturdays on a trial basis, to make up for her not being in weekday classes with her age/belt group), I should be able to avoid the recent glut of eating out. When Daughter's class was 2-3 hours before mine, and she and her mother were facing a 75-minute drive back home, it was all too easy to go out to eat with them between her class and my class, and thus, not eat healthily.
Also driving some of this is that Ex-Wife has had lap-band surgery. Part of me just can't stand the idea that she'll get skinny before I will. I can do this without rearranging my insides. I will do this without rearranging my insides.
So is it any surprise, really, that I'm turning to Medifast again? While I was nursing my broken toe, I let myself go. I effectively stopped dieting, and since I couldn't participate 100% in class workouts, my caloric output suffered too.
The leadership program allows me to train and compete in eXtreme Martial Arts (XMA), which is basically a very flashy, showy version of Taekwondo, set to music, and combining modified TKD techniques with gymnastics and choreography. While I'm encouraged by seeing much fatter men compete in this, I don't want to limit myself to that.
Also, the leadership program starts training its members as instructors. Whether it's just to to bolster my existing desire to help other students, or it perhaps turns into a second income, this appeals to me a lot. But I've always told myself that I didn't want to be one of those people who earns a bullshit black belt.
I'm torn on this, because I know a lot of people who bust their ass to earn their belt, and don't have the physical ability to really make the forms look good. And I know people with a lot of talent who just coast through. It doesn't seem fair to penalize the person who's working hard, but neither does it seem fair to just give a person a belt (of any color) just because they're naturally flexible and balanced. If I teach the techniques, I want to be able to demonstrate the techniques. And there may come a point where my natural flexibility and balance reach their limits, but I don't think I can credibly say that at 330 pounds, I've found those absolute limits.
I'm also putting my finances on a diet. I've been on a spending binge. Yesterday was the end of that. I've decided that even though my birthday is 21 days away, what I bought yesterday (parts to restore a cheapo electric guitar, parts to build dual subwoofers for the bedroom, and an iPod interface for my Trailblazer) will constitute my "birthday presents to myself".
With Daughter's TKD classes being restructured to weekends only (the instructor's going to let her train with the adults on Saturdays on a trial basis, to make up for her not being in weekday classes with her age/belt group), I should be able to avoid the recent glut of eating out. When Daughter's class was 2-3 hours before mine, and she and her mother were facing a 75-minute drive back home, it was all too easy to go out to eat with them between her class and my class, and thus, not eat healthily.
Also driving some of this is that Ex-Wife has had lap-band surgery. Part of me just can't stand the idea that she'll get skinny before I will. I can do this without rearranging my insides. I will do this without rearranging my insides.
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