Circa 2004. How many resolutions do you imagine I’d made before, including and after reaching this state of body composition? I don’t know, but I’m sure it had something to do with the typical: eat less, move more.
…And how many more?
By this time, I was already a good 2-3 years and another 20-30 pounds gain into my brilliant plan to walk off the weight. I’m serious and lying not: it was about 3.5 miles every single morning, day in, day out. Perhaps I gained weight less rapidly. It was probably good for a coupla pounds less gain per year. So, not worthless. But that depends on what you think of yourself.
I find it astonishingly surreal to look at these photos I’m posting. Back story is that a time or two ago when we were up at the cabin, Bea found them in a stash and presented them to me. I stuck ’em in a drawer. They are at once hilarious and mysterious to me. The hilarious is easy to get, hindsight & all. But what interests me in the very particular is how, looking back, I do not ever recall being horrified at my own appearenace, in spite of the clear fact that I should have been.
I guess I had to save it for later — because I surely am now.
I see a lot posted here and there about "evolutionary psychology." The first time I ever heard about it way back when was with an "is bullshit" appended. Perhaps that prejudiced me and frankly, I’m still not convinced, having looked into it a bit, that there’s any there, there.
…If there was no free will, which is to say that if I didn’t eventually come to appreciate my own values and act for them, then it all would seem pointless to me. …Perhaps I’m not sufficiently informed of the tenants of EvPsych. I dunno. When did plain old epistemology go out of fashion? 🙂
And so anyway, there’s lots of progress photos going back to the very beginning. But here’s the one I like the best, primarily because of the look on my face, which is wholly natural, real, and quintessential me:
…Happy New Year, and please do make it your best yet. Don’t fuck around with resolutions, such as rules of "don’t do x," or "do x," but rather, resolve to look, feel, and be better! by 12/31/2011…no matter what it takes…and all it really takes is a simple recognition of what’s most important to you (looking HOT!) and taking the really simple steps to get you there.
For the real dumbasses: when you feel like a pizza, see if you can down a whole 4 pound tri-tip roast…and if you can’t, you’re a pussy, so try harder next time.
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