Last night was Sombo Night, and I’m a bit sore from it. Not painful, I hurt myself bad sore, mind you. Just wow that was hard work sore.

As far me if the new guys (it was just my second week), I got to spend the evening workin by on my pivot step (a step that lets you turn 180 degrees) and my breakfall techniques. That last pretty much involved letting myself fall a lot t and not throw my arms out to try and stop myself. By the end, my legs and butt and belly were sore. There was, I discovered, a lot of abdominal exercise in falling.

And then, because it’s my second week and I know two holds and a reversal, it was time to spar! Two minutes that lasted, and I hit the ground three times. But! I managed to roll with it and get my opponent under me. I wasn’t entirely sure what to do with him after that, though, so I just sort of used my weight to hold him in place. All things considered, not a bad performance for week two.

And, once again, my son loved it as well. Except for the break falls he had to practice by falling backwards off my back. Those hurt, he told me.


Catching Up

Wow. I’m getting really bad at writing entries for this blog, seen I? And what’s particularly strange is that I’m not avoiding it because I don’t want to acknowledge how badly I’m doing on my goals. Because I’m not doin big badly in my goals, not at all. I’ve hit my walking goals and stayed within my calorie budget nine of the last ten days, and I’m down four pounds.

I guess I’m just being lazy. So, let’s get caught back up.

I’m definitely back in the swing of things. Like I said, I hit all of my goals for a majority of the last two weeks, so that’s good. Also, my son and I started martial arts – specifically the unfortunately-named Russian wrestling style called Sambo (taught by the delightful people at Sombo Joe). I ended up doing some forward and back rolls (my first somersault in nearly 30 years), and learned a basic throw and reversal and takedown. I also learned that, in Sambo, you start sparring in your first class.

Since that class, my son has been excited about exercising with me. He’s gone walking with me every evening since last Thursday, and he’s been debating me about what days we should do push-ups and sit-ups on (I said Tuesday’s and Saturday’s and during practice, and he said “every day”). So, yeah. It looks like a good activity to do with him.

A Mixed Bag Of Stuff

So, yeah. I went dark again, despite telling myself that I was going to be really good and write a post every day. And, if you’ve been following along for a while, that means one thing: I had a rough couple of weeks.

Oddly, it was only sporadically rough. Except for last Friday, I hit my walking goals. And, except for a few days, I hit all my calorie goals. So I don’t quite understand why it felt so rough. I mean, objectively, things went pretty well.

The mind is a strange thing, I guess.

Weighing on n yesterday was a strange thing. It was my first weigh-in in 21 days (I’ve been avoiding it), and I gained 3 pounds. So, 347 now. But my pants feel a little loose, which is something that is confusing me.

Long story short, here’s where I’m at. I weigh more, but my pants fit better and the walking is a whole lot easier. Like, “several times over the last few weeks I had to knock out two or more miles at a single go to hit goal, and my legs weren’t sore the next day” easier. So I’m just going to go on record as saying that this health business is strange and peculiar and I wish it made more sense.

The Sound Of Inarticulate Shock

We at dinner at a Red Robin yesterday – it’s a burger place, sort of like Applebee’s but 90% cheeseburgers instead of desperate attempts at relevance. I hadn’t been particularly great with my calorie budget yesterday (thanks to grabbing breakfast from a drive-through) so I looked over a menu full of burgers topped with chili and cheese and pulled pork and other burgers, and spotted a basic bacon cheeseburger. “How bad could that be?” I said to myself. “Nice and simple.”

You probably know where this is going, don’t you?

The bacon cheeseburger was 1,020 calories. The steak fries that came with it were 450 more calories. Dinner was 3/5ths of my daily calorie budget.

Next time? Check first, order second.

What Did You See?

“What did you see?” asked my wife when I got back from my walk last night. Before I could answer, though, we were distracted by my highly energetic seven year old son. So the question slipped my mind until this morning.

I drove myself over to the Anderson Township Government Center, which looks like this:

It’s pretty over there, and there’s a nice walking trail, and there are also Pokestops to amuse the (large) part of me that lives playing video games. And there’s that pond there in the picture, which is nice.

You can’t see it well in the picture (maybe I’ll take some of my own and post them sometime), but there’s two ways to cross the pond. One is a bridge, and the other is a set of stairs that leads down to the water’s edge and a series of blocks in the water that you can walk on. Whenever possible, I use the latter.

Yesterday, as I’m walking down the stairs, I see a goose. Not really surprising, I see them all the time there. But usually, they’re swimming. This one, though, was about six inches above the water, neck chained upwards, flapping and slowly gaining altitude as it soared above the surface of the pond. I stopped walking and watched it go, clear mining above the grass and into the sky.

I also got my walking in. But that is what stuck with me.

Not Defeated By The Donuts

I believe I’ve described before how donuts are my kryptonite. Although it’s probably more accurate to say that cake is my kryptonite, really, but donuts are my work kryptonite.

But yesterday, I managed to beat that problem! Here’s how.

First of all, I moved the donut table from “right next to my desk” to “a cubicle away”. A little move, sure, but one that placed them out of easy reach. Temptation is easier to resist when they’re not right there.

Second, I consulted my calorie budget and then allowed myself a single donut. And I’ll admit to cheating a few hours later and having half of a second one. It was a total of about 400 calories – steep, but they were high quality donuts and so worth it.

At the end of the day, thanks to packing all of my meals and making wise choices, I came in a hundred calories under budget. Even with the donuts. And I knocked out all my walking as well, so I feel pretty good.


Last week was not as successful as I might have hoped, thanks in large part to poor sleep hygiene. I ended up overeating and not getting in the walking goals I set for myself, and on top of it I wasn’t the most pleasant of people to deal with. As a result, I had absolutely no change in my weight from a week ago.

It could have been worse, of course.

This week, thanks in large part to my wife helping me realize that I really need to, I’m going to be focusing on actually going to sleep at a reasonable hour. Eight pm, to be specific, which sounds utterly unreasonable until you remember that I get up at 3:45 am to get ready for work. My plan is that more sleep will allow me to do crazy things like have the energy to get my walking in and to resist the fatigue-based carb loading that I tend to do.