Tuesday, May 19, 2015

Reset Challenge: Down with the Devil Powder


Reset Challenge: Down with the Devil Powder

I don’t know what the next 30 days will bring.  I am not even sure what the next 24 hours will bring.  The world does, what the world does best, it is changing.  Spring becomes summer, day turns to night, and the world keeps on moving on. 

I do know I am eager for tomorrow to begin.  I am ready for a new day.  It is time to finish what we started in November.  It is time to leave the devil powder behind and once again clean the system from sugar. 

I have struggled over the last 40 days and nights since leaving for Hawaii. I have been super active, but at the same time I have been using the devil powder often.  In buns, in chips, in the ice cream, just about anywhere I can get it.

So tomorrow I start a new journey much like I did around November 15th of last year.  I renounce Sugar.  I renounce wheat.  I renounce dairy.  I renounce booze.  And finally and hardest of all I renounce Caffeine.  I don’t want to, it hurts us, but ya, Caffeine you are gone again.  Even the decaf stuff, you, you are not good, the whiff! 

We are going to focus on eating a lot of Veggies and meat and maybe just maybe some healthy fat (although I have no idea what that is right now, guess I better dial into the call explaining all of this).

The next 3-7 days are going to be tough.  I have been there before.  I know it sucks and I am going to have to stick to it.  We know feeling good and being more active are just on the other side of those 7 days.  I got this, I can do it!

I am ready for this challenge!  I am awesome!  I am in a good place right now and I am ready to get better!  Each day I will push just a little bit more and a little farther so that I can keep being the best and healthiest Billy b I can possibly be. 

Measurements going into the challenge (we will repost in 30 days):

5/20/15:

  • Waist:                   66
  • Hips:                      73
  • Right Calf:            20.5
  • Right Thigh:        32
  • Chest:                   65          
  • Shoulders:          Couldn’t figure this one out…

Of course I choose the time to do this at the most stressful time I could imagine.  So many changes going on around me, I am going to nail this, because you know what?  I am pretty fucking special and awesome!  I am resilient.  However, most importantly, I am in the right frame of mind and ready to go to the next level with my life and health.  Here is to the first day of the rest of my life.  The life, I know I deserve the life I know I can have.  The life I know just how fucking special and important I am. 

 

P.s. this is one of 32 blogs on the topic of the reset challenge.  So as part of the challenge I am challenging myself to be a better and more committed blogger!
So it begins!

Oh ya and down with the fucking Devil Powder!

Friday, May 15, 2015

Fit and Living in Las Vegas: The End



"The decision to flee came suddenly. Or maybe not. Maybe I'd planned it all along -- subconsciously waiting for the right moment. The bill was a factor, I think. Because I had no money to pay it. And no more of these devilish credit-card/reimbursement deals. Not after dealing with Sidney Zion. They seized my American Express card after that one, and now the bastards are suing me -- along with the Diner's Club and the IRS. ..."

Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas

I have to quote him at least once while and I am in Vegas and of course this is exactly how I feel.  I am not sure why leaving Vegas is so nerve racking.  I think it is b/c I fly southwest and I think it is b/c they don't assign seats.  So I am terrified about getting a seat, no that isn't correct I am afraid of getting seats.  I have two get two.  I am like the fucking sith,  "Always two there are, no more, no less: a MASTER and an apprentice."  However for me it is more like this "Always two seats there are, no more, no less: One for my left ASS CHEEK, and one for my right ASS CHEEK.  It is also the Las Vegas airport.  It is a real shit hole.  Really, it is probably my least favorite airport.  I mean on the right hand it has slots, and I love me so sluts, I mean slots, slots is what I love, or is it sluts... hmmmm  I have to think about that.

The trip is almost over and I can't wait.  When I get home, I am supposed to go to a party, I am not sure if I will go.  I don't feel like seeing anymore people.  I have had my fill of people this week and I am exhausted.  I could go down a rabbit hole here about how I felt last night at dinner.  However, it was sad that once again I had to have a special seat prepared for me b/c I wouldn't fit in the chair.  So, I had three people working to re-arrange the table for me.  I could do that, but I won't.  I am done feeling sorry for myself.  I am tired of being tied down by the strings of my weight, and I can't wait till there are no more strings on me. 

It was a nice dinner... I got to sit with some co-workers I really like. (pic above)  However, when it is a booze fest and your are sober, it really isn't your scene. 

Good sea food though:


And a nice Salad:



This a.m. though was back to the Gym!!!!  I did go four for four and hit all my work outs~!!!!

Don't believe me look here!!!!


And book here~!!!



Detox starts in 5 days and I ready!!! Ready to move on to the next phase.  Ready for the Black Reaper to Rise above. 

See you back in San Jose..... Peace

Thursday, May 14, 2015

Fit and living in Las Vegas: Day IV


Wow things are busy here in Vegas I thought I'd be able to write more but there is just no time!  

The good news is I made it for the third straight day to the gym and the Elliptical!
Gotta love that!  Not eating as good as I could. 

I'm beat to.  I'll have to go to bed early to make sure I get my work out in the morning.  Since I fly out tomorrow afternoon and have a party to attend when I land.

Anyway, that's all the time I have right now... One last meeting before the day is over!

Wednesday, May 13, 2015

Fit and Living in Las Vegas: Day 3 - Beautiful Night and view, another date, and stain!




Wow, the picture really doesn't give the Encore Beach Club a just due.  I mean it was absolutely breathe taking there last night.  It was quiet a nice ending to a perfect day at a work conference in Vegas. 

First got to watch a beautiful sunset while waiting for the club to open. 



Then just sat back and enjoyed good music and a good band. 







I have been working most of today.  I keep  running down stairs to go to meeting b/c most of the people I support are here.  However, I kept my morning date with the elliptical!!!!  Even got that logged right into to MyfitnessPal. 



Pretty lame blog today?!  Ya, I know.  But sometimes a day in vegas is just that a day in vegas.  You get up you work out.  you eat some eggs.  Have some pasta at lunch.  Drop pasta down the front of your shirt.  Get four stains on it, you come back to the room, and you use your stain stick on it and you are sitting here debating on whether or not you should leave the room again.  You want to get mad at yourself for eating pasta, but you don't.  No reason to get mad, you can't change it.  you just have to try a different approach tomorrow and hope that the meal isn't pasta and potatoes  like today's.  you just know you are plugging along until your full on sugar detox starts on the 20th.

Tuesday, May 12, 2015

Fit and Living in Las Vegas: Day 2 - Made my Day, A Date and Stain

Billy b w/ the Lady who made his day yesterday and again today with powerful words =)
 
 
I was walking back to my room after the all hands meeting yesterday.  I was alone and lost in the dark recesses of my mind.  I had spend the reception and the afternoon secession as yesterday conference looking at people.  One thing people probably don't notice about me is I am a people watcher. I could sit there all day and just watch the people.  However, that afternoon was different.  I was not just watching the people, I was really watching the men.  I know that I will catch some shit for that line, but, it was truth. 
 
I had gone to the meeting and reception in cargo pants (b/c they are my most comfortable pants for traveling), tennis shoes and a button down un-tucked (my father would be so pissed if he read this).  I assumed the kick off would be casual.  However, I was wrong.  Most dudes were in either suits or sport coats with nice slacks.  I felt so guilty I went into the bathroom and tucked in my shirt.  Still I found myself noticing peoples feet more and more often looking for at least one other person in tennis shoes.  I suddenly felt very guilty about the whole thing.  finally, I saw two other people in the tennis shoes and I relaxed a little bit.
 
However, what I was stuck on was two things one how nice every other dude was dress, and two that I had some how let my father down b/c I didn't dress for the occasion and how I known better than that.  This line of thought always took me to the same point. Why would I buy clothes that were nice and stylish when in the next 12 months I am going to shrink out of them.  It is really a conundrum.   then my old friend mr doubt set in.  Telling me that I was never going to loose the weight I needed. I should just buy some suits and be a well dressed fat man.  
 
This was about the time  I started to walk back to the towers and the room.  I kept trying to tell myself that I would make it back here next year and be dressed well.  Maybe not suits but definitely and upgrade from the baggy shaggy clothes I had on this year.  However mr doubt kept telling me hadn't I said that before.  Didn't I have this dream last year?  Isn't the story the same?  So again, I started to feel bad about myself. 
 
I was approaching the intersection the B Bar and the casino which signaled the left turn that leads me to elevator to my room.  These fucking casinos are mazes built to keep you in.  That is when I bumped into the dynamic duo of Christine (pictured above) and Krissie a couple of my co-workers.  We headed towards the elevator talking about Basketball (warriors game) and the show they were going to see, when Christine turned to me and said, Bill can I just tell you how good look now.  Keep yup the good work, you are doing great!
 
It really made my day.  Here I was struggling with the whole the getting better and doing it verse being stuck in the same place just like always and bam, right in my face comes this wonderful complement about how much of a difference she can see in who I was 6 months ago and who I am today.  That just really, really made me smile. I was so happy!  Those were some powerful words.
 
I told her today she made my day and she once again praised me telling me she can tell a difference and to keep it up.  She said she was looking at an old picture of me when she made me sign that said grumpy accountant and I wore it around my neck and then at me today and she said it was day and night and that she was proud of me.  I beamed!  I didn't know I could do that, but I did.  It was very empowering to hear!  It also makes me think I can keep up the good work and maybe just maybe a year from now, be dressed a little sharper for next years conference =)  Thanks Christine you really did make my day yesterday and  today =)
 
So, I had a date this a.m.  at 6:55 a.m. right here in las vegas.  the date was with an old friend, I had not seen in about 5 or 6 years.   It was so good to meet back up with them and they made me feel great about myself even thought they totally wore me out. 
 
I have to thank the Elliptical at the Wynn b/c it really worked me over this a.m.  I did it for a half hour!  Whoot Whoot!  It felt good.  However, I hurt now and am very tired, like I said warn out. I was so happy I got up and went to the gym.  Even if I had to pay 15 bucks for it.  Stupid Wynn not including that in my room.  It felt really good and 1 of 4 workouts done =)
 
Just to prove I did it:
 


No when I logged it is said I burnt 910 calories... well I won't be eating those back, but...  I hope it is true =)
 

Stain

Would it surprise you if I told you I got my shirt stained at lunch today?  If you know me it probably wouldn't. 

Would it surprise you if I foreshadowed it, by making the comment I shouldn't go back for two more pork tacos b/c I will probably end of wearing it?  If you know me it probably wouldn't.

Would it surprise you if I told you I did it in front of a table full of customers?  If you know me it probably wouldn't.

Would it surprise you if I told you that I bought a tide stick to try and get out the stain?  If you know me it probably wouldn't.

Would it surprise if you the lady who sold it to me told me soap and water works just as well, but only after she opened the stick for me and handed it to me?  If you know me it probably wouldn't.

It looks a lot better after first treatment:

Doesn't look to terrible after 2nd treatment:


I am not dumb I brought extra shirts just in case, I pulled a Billy b and wore instead of eating my lunch.

All and all I have done really good here on day 2.  Smoothie breakfast.  Pork lunch with salad.  Lets see where dinner takes us now, but we also called the front desk and had them take the snacks out of the room.  I tried to stay out of them last night, but the damn Reese's pieces I couldn't withstand, me and ET always like those damn things....

Well it is off to another speaker and then to the Encore Beach Club tonight for a little R&R!!!

Happy day!

Monday, May 11, 2015

Fit and Living in Las Vegas: Day 1 - Back down the Rabbit Hole



I am a nervous flyer.  I always have been.  Well, that isn't true is it?  I was scared my first flight.  Until we started down the run way and then I remember breaking out into laughter.  After, that I was some where in the middle.  However, as I have grown older, I have become more and more paranoid about getting tot he airport and getting through security.  The more paranoid I get the earlier I get to the airport.  It was so bad that last night in holding palaver with Rachel and El Beav, Rachel joked about my flight today that she was surprised I was going to the airport the night before and El Beav just said he was happy he wasn't picking me up at 4 a.m. this time around to take me.  They got a good laugh out of it.  However, I spent the entire night stressing over waking up on time, packing my cpap, and wondering if Southwest was going to give me the same shit about the extra seat as when I hit Rock Bottom back on 4/20/12, it is with almost every time I fly now:

Prologue:  lost in transition: the story of a fat triathlete and his double down at pacific grove


Rock bottom

You never know when it will hit.  Six months ago I was celebrating the greatest triumph of my life.  Now I'm celebrating my worst.  On a weekend that was suppose to be great.   Now no matter what will be forever tarnished.

Look, I have been seeing this coming for awhile.  It's no surprise.  My body is telling me that something has to change.

I'm uncomfortable.  My stomach hurts, my back hurts, my hips hurt.  Everyday is gas pains and peeing after every sip of water.  Things have to change.  I have to become the
Man  I am suppose to be.

Rock bottom came at the airport, while checking into a flight to go to Vegas for a triathlon I'm not going to do.  Rock bottom came in the form of a worker for southwest airlines very politely informing me that for the safety of the other passengers and crew it would be best if I bought an extra seat.   That I didnt look like I would be able to get out of my seat without assistance.

I wanted to scream "Hey, fuck you, I'm a triathlete.". I doubled down at pacific grove last year.  However, that was six months ago.  40 lbs ago.  A different life.  A more comfortable life.  A life worth living.

Some where in the time since the greatest moment of my life and rock bottom, I lost my way.  I gave up on my life and goals.  Seemingly my tower was gone forever.  Or atleast that is how I've been living my life.

Smoking cigarettes?  Eating fast food three or four times a week?  Eating sweets? Eating bags of BBQ chips at a time.  All of this while paying for weight watchers.

You know all this is bad.  But what about not wanting to shower because it is hard work to wash your massive body.  When things that are as natural as going to the bathroom become choirs because of how much work it is on your body.

The guy at the southwest counter isn't wrong.  I do have trouble getting around.  I hurt.  I'm in pain.

Mom an Dad are pushing for surgery.  My doctor agrees.  I'm hesitant.  It's not what I really want.  However, it might be what I need.  May 2012 I go for a consultation.

What do I want?  I want to lose weight by training w TNT and eating whatever I want.  That doesn't work though.  We have been down that road before.  I fail.

Weight Watchers?  There was a summer I had so much success.  I believed in me.  I drank the kool-aide.

"but it hasn't worked since you joined up back in August?"

The question is it hasn't or I haven't?

What happened to me?  When did I quit?  When did my life become so meaningless to me?

I don't know.

What comes next?

Well, I make a choice.  I live or a die.  I've been dead twice.   I don't love it.  I'm sort of dead now.  I go through the motions of life.  So maybe I have died again.  On my third death.  I don't want death.  I don't need it.  I want life.  I choose life.

I will go to my appointment in early May.

I will get back on my points.


need to finish to finish at some later point, not sure if this is going any where (author note 4/20/12)


The man who wrote that was another man, living another life.   Rock Bottom was a long time ago.  The 40 lbs are gone.  I have spend the better part of 2013 and 2014 going into the rabbit hole and trying to find answers.  In November of 2014 I started doing something about it.  No more talking.  No waiting idly by hoping that someone else would come fix me. No, I took charge.  I had to much momentum to loose. I was charging forward and not looking back.  Then there was Hawaii and finding my old friend sugar.  Little by little it crept back into my life.  Since Hawaii I have only been about 50 - 50 on my eating.  I eat the fast food again, not much, not like I was in March/April of 2012 or even back in late 2014.  However, I do it from time to time and all this is thrown into my face each and every time I go to the airport to fly.  Each time I have two buy two seats so that I don't interfere with the safety of others.  

However, if anything the last week of April and the first weekend of May gave us hope.  Hope that we could be successful away from the house.  That we could be in charge of our own destiny.  WE packed four sets of gym clothes for the four workouts we promised to do while here. Then when we get back home there is the whole food challenge.  I am surrounded by hope.  I read the first entry from my blog last year when I was in vegas and it was called Fat and Loathing.

I toyed with all kinds of titles and things to say this year.  However, the only one that seems to fit is this... "Fit and Living in Las Vegas"  Because it is representative of who I am now.  Who I have become.  It is time to leave the passive aggressive mid-western behind.  It is time to become that man I was born to be.  I am not going to hold back or hide anymore.  I am going to say what I think and when I think and more importantly everything I do from this point forward is for the tower.  For the goal and for the life I want to have, not the one I have accepted which was less than what I deserved. 

I had a funny story to tell about going through security.  Well funny for anyone who wasn't me that is.  I mean how often do you get to see a man walk into the security booth and when he raises his hands over his head, his pants that are two big b/c they were bought some thirty pounds ago drop straight to your ankles?  Ya, you heard me right.  My pants dropped passed knees as I stood there with hands up, over head.  I told the TSA people that was going to happen, but they didn't seem to care.  However, I went on a tangent on this blog about the past and about fighting for the future. 

So maybe I will tell the full story some other time. 

However, I did get brought to the hotel, the Wynn in a limo.  That was pretty bad ass, one of the VP's for the company got it for us.  Pretty sweet. 

Then my room, which happens to have the number 22, and therefore is awesome, has a panoramic view of the mountain and gold course, I could have gotten the strip, but been there done that before. 

The wynn attached below:

 






Saturday, May 9, 2015

The Buddy System: Reloaded

It is time to kick a little ass and reload!  Chicago was a huge success and now we are on to Vegas.  The wheel of Ka is turning and the Tower is getting closer!!!!  Really excited for the next 45 days and getting this ship moving in the right direction!