tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28859803321000574542024-03-13T00:49:38.777-07:00Fatty Goes RunningOne late 20-something Fatty starts running his way to a healthier life.Jake "The Fatty"http://www.blogger.com/profile/03179361202549394750noreply@blogger.comBlogger46125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885980332100057454.post-83223552956079067552012-11-27T13:21:00.000-08:002012-11-27T13:21:09.364-08:00The Fatty Reads "Motivational" Transformation Stories<br />
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Lately I've been "liking" a lot of fitness pages on Facebook. These pages are supposed to be motivational and really help me remember to push myself everyday. They have some great motivational messages that really get your mind in the right place to get off your ass and hit the weights.<br />
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Sometimes they are just an interview with someone really motivatingly sexy that it makes you want to get up and get that body for yourself. I find these simple pictures or interviews usually to be pretty motivational but what has been driving me crazy about them lately is this sentence "I've always been pretty active..."<br />
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Good for you man. I'm glad you've always been "pretty active"<br />
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Let me tell you about my road. I've never been very active. I had a couple of stints of activity over the years but I've never been an active person and to be honest the daily grind of calorie counting and weight lifting and the gym is starting to drive me a little bonkers in the head. Every website or book I read contradicts every other website or book I read, I'm starting to think no one actually knows much of anything, they just make it up as they go along.<br />
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You know what is really starting to weigh me down? This extra 120 pounds I'm carrying. Every day I realize more and more just how fat the Fatty is. It's absolutely incredible how blind you can be to a mirror or pictures or a video camera. Then you go for a run, or try to climb a couple flights of stairs, or start working out every day while looking at pictures like these and that road just starts to stretch out in front of you further and further and further until the "maintain" section of the journey is so far away, it might as well be on a different planet.<br />
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Not that I'm quitting, I'm far from it. I'm just starting to learn that not all fitness "transformation" stories are motivating to all people. I'm sure there are some high-metabolism-eat-whatever-they-want skinnies out there that see those stories about the "always been active" people and I'm sure they think, "Well shit, if he can do it, so can I!" and that's super great for them but those stories don't work for the Fatty. They just remind me that someone else has a shorter road and that I have to push my fatness twice as hard as them if I want to achieve anything close to that in twice the time it will take them.<br />
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At the end of the day though, working out feels better than not working out. Having muscles starting to show, feels better than only seeing fat. Doing something feels better than complaining or not participating because you can't breath. Motivational stories seem to be lacking and they need more Fatties like me to step up their game and show them all what motivation can really be.<br />
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Jake "The Fatty"http://www.blogger.com/profile/03179361202549394750noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885980332100057454.post-31326865792833682172012-11-22T08:53:00.001-08:002012-11-22T08:54:20.267-08:00Follow the Fatty on Facebook!I just wanted to let you all know that I am definitely still in the gym every day, there is no stopping this fat train from leaving the station! I am not doing very well with updating the blog regularly but I am updating the Facebook page quite often so follow the fatty there!<br />
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And tell your friends! Fatty needs constant motivation :p<br />
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Oh, did I mention I've dropped two belt sizes?Jake "The Fatty"http://www.blogger.com/profile/03179361202549394750noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885980332100057454.post-40641019628080396552012-10-31T16:17:00.001-07:002012-10-31T16:17:17.453-07:00The Fatty Meets Dissapointment<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYf3jrO-_7GDM55yDLiS5dbBOUYL3jA8jysYZ6P8xKqQm5-2OBz8awURMJLYmX4nMy30ut98fiMO-b5GIE_ISEujLiyz-QFL5NwJ8nPHdCDBlmu1d-wlj70ze3nmQOjJSFUMhoAFEgsp77/s1600/disappointment1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYf3jrO-_7GDM55yDLiS5dbBOUYL3jA8jysYZ6P8xKqQm5-2OBz8awURMJLYmX4nMy30ut98fiMO-b5GIE_ISEujLiyz-QFL5NwJ8nPHdCDBlmu1d-wlj70ze3nmQOjJSFUMhoAFEgsp77/s320/disappointment1.jpg" width="320" /></a>Wow. So it's been about two weeks since my last weigh in on the 19th. I just finished a workout, drank some protein, took a shower and weighed myself. 332. The exact freaking same. I thought for sure that I would have shocked my body into some kind of loss. I weighed myself on my home scale about a week ago and I was five pounds less but this was the same scale as the first time and the same weight.<br />
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How does that happen after two weeks of monitoring food intake and hitting the gym? I don't know but it pisses me off. There is no way the last two weeks have just been building muscle. When you weigh 300+ you should see pretty immediate results when you make even the slightest of changes. It takes a lot of energy to carry around all this extra weight and while I don't think I've been eating the calories, I may have been drinking them.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBbT5QzCdaFTIqwXn9Vf9JVQnrQMuITyU6xrYQUMtz3rt1ofG7Co7Xj6DRtrTqBAhR3kK6CkPmNFmerk-11IqkF4KTBSqZJNu8jGSp5wp8-YKHUePgth3UTmQujA06FfRS_D2zY4WTKllt/s1600/American-Craft-Beer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBbT5QzCdaFTIqwXn9Vf9JVQnrQMuITyU6xrYQUMtz3rt1ofG7Co7Xj6DRtrTqBAhR3kK6CkPmNFmerk-11IqkF4KTBSqZJNu8jGSp5wp8-YKHUePgth3UTmQujA06FfRS_D2zY4WTKllt/s1600/American-Craft-Beer.jpg" /></a>I don't drink heavily but I do drink every day and I drink really really good craft beer. The craft beer I tend to drink is full of flavor and usually has a higher than average ABV (that's alcohol percentage). See alcohol is carbs and carbs are calories, ultimately. I've tried to bring down my consumption but my second job is at a micro-brewery and let's be honest, free (or seriously discounted) AMAZING beer is not something to be said no to. But I will have to start guessing how many calories are in that beer and start cutting them out of my day earlier. Ah well, I never liked the idea of "dieting" but making changes, slowly, that seems sustainable to me. Cutting out craft beer, not a change I'm willing to make. Drink Local Beer!<br />
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All that being said something is going to have to change. My whole body is shaking from today's workout. The next time I step on that scale, it better be under 330 or I'm going to.. Well I will probably just keep on working out. BUT I won't be happy! I added this super awesome move that kicked my ass. The impacts of it really sneak up on you.<br />
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I'm not going to lie, supplements scare me. I am incredibly afraid of becoming huge. I feel like walking around with massive muscles is the male equivalent to a boob job. I know it's not but still, I don't want it for me. Based on the size of my calve muscles, I feel (not very scientifically) that my body type is prone to massive muscle growth without supplemental support.<br />
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This may or may not be true, what I do know though is that everyone agrees that giving worked out muscles protein is incredibly important to quick healing and recovery. Since I dislike walking around with sore muscles, I ordered some whey protein from <a href="http://www.bodybuilding.com/">bodybuilding.com</a>.<br />
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Wow. That website terrifies me as well. They do an amazing job of breaking things down and trying to help you find the right supplements to do exactly what you want to do but still, the selection is crazy. I think I probably just need a personal trainer to take my money and give me exactly what I need because it feels like you need a Doctorate to understand what the hell they are talking about in the descriptions.<br />
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Anyway, I finally settled on a familiar brand name Cyrptosport's Monster Milk and ordered one of the special deals where you get one thing free with the order. So now Fatty has Monster Milk (Cake Batter flavor! Who knew getting healthy could be so delicious?!?), Monster Amino (I don't know what that even means and its fruit punch flavor is not so tasty), and they kindly included a few sample packets of pre-workout caffeine powders.<br />
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So on Tuesday around 4pm, I opened the shipment, saw the samples and thought, "Why not?!". That was a bad a decision. A worse decision was not listening to the directions and adding the whole packet to my water bottle. As near as I can tell I took well over 450mg of caffeine plus who knows what else. IT FELT AMAZING IN THE GYM. I worked harder than I've ever worked before and was capable of pushing my body so much further. It was fantastic.<br />
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However, 2 hours later I was not feeling so hot. My heart felt like it was going to explode and it would not slow down. I got legitimately scared for a period of time. Eventually everything settled down and thanks to the other supplements, there was no muscle weakness or soreness the next day. I still just went with a swim workout just to give them a bit of a break.
Today was a different story. I took half of the packet (the recommended dosage) and rocked it <a href="http://youtu.be/9bZkp7q19f0" target="_blank">gangnam style</a> in the gym. It was awesome and I feel fantastic. Still slightly scared of supplements but I am definitely starting to see their value if properly used.<br />
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*Fun Fact: All of these lifeguards were fired, then rehired almost 2 months later by their city for making this video. As a lifeguard, I think it's AWESOME. Well done El Monte lifeguards!*.<br />
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Turns out most running shoes are built on a EVA foam sole that works great for normal sized people but when the Fatty starts crushing it every day, it... well it crushes.<br />
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So if you're a Fatty buying shoes, look for shoes without EVA foam bases, at least for now!<br />
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<br />Jake "The Fatty"http://www.blogger.com/profile/03179361202549394750noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885980332100057454.post-29414481163127859412012-10-19T16:10:00.003-07:002012-10-19T18:47:25.926-07:00A Fatty Introduces Himself... Again<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Fatty - Late September 2010 estimated weight 275lbs</td></tr>
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A little over 2 years ago you all started a journey with this Fatty. Fatty was 26, closer to 400lbs than 350 and feeling like I needed a change. So Fatty started running and eating healthy.<br />
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Over the next four months Fatty lost a lot of weight and dropped down to 316 in April of 2011. Now over a year later Fatty is back in the gym. Well Fatty never really left the gym since he works in a gym (aka <a href="http://www.woodriverymca.org/" target="_blank">Wood River YMCA</a>) but you know what I mean.<br />
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Let us rewind a bit and talk about some mental reasons the Fatty is a fatty. <br />
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<li><b>The Fatty has a hard time caring about it.</b> </li>
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Honestly! Fatty has a rare character trait that makes him believe he is the most awesomest being on the planet. This of course is sometimes used as a mask to hide insecurities or it could just be a front that even Fatty himself hasn't realized he's putting on just to find a way with being ok that he weighs twice what a normal person weighs, who knows the reasons but Fatty thinks he is awesome and has a hard time admitting he's not in some way.<br />
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<li><b>The Fatty loves food. </b></li>
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He pretends it's in that "Oh man did you see Hell's Kitchen last night?" Ultra-cool foodie way and sometimes it legitimately is but let's be honest. Fatty eats a lot of food. Late night munchies equal the need to go grocery shopping the next day because somehow all the eggs, milk, cereal, meat, apples, peanut butter, maple syrup, etc. IS GONE. Fatty might have a bit of a problem sometimes. Yikes.<br />
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<li><b>The Fatty despises working out. And gyms in general. </b></li>
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This one might seem like a no-brainer but it's a big one. The Fatty hates the gym. It makes him uncomfortable because it brings out all the anxiety and self-consciousness that bullet point number 1 does such a good job of masking. Also, it's f'ng hard.<br />
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Sounds like some obstacles to overcome eh? How many of you feel the same way? I betting more than a few of you. Today was my 4th workout in 4 days. I wanted to wait a few days before posting anything because I knew that if I went right to here and posted it would end up being like my last 3 posts and you wouldn't see me again for months and months. This time is different though, I made promises.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Not the Fatty but how the Fatty feels. </td></tr>
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See sometimes when a Fatty is fat, medical problems develop. The Fatty has a medical condition called <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sleep_apnea" target="_blank">Sleep Apnea</a> and he has it BAD. Which means that unless Fatty wears something called a CPAP, his airway will close while he sleeps. This is generally considered a bad thing. I've had my CPAP machine since April of 2009, I got it back when I was near my biggest weight. Adjusting to constantly carrying a machine with me has been difficult, it makes camping a no-go, makes airports frustrating, sleeping in the car impossible, oh and hammocks? Forget about it.<br />
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See this picture here to the left? That's me on a nightly basis. Hoses wrapped everywhere, breathing like <a href="http://youtu.be/493ljyoox6o" target="_blank">Darth Vader</a>. It sucks. There is no promise that losing weight will help but it should. So I made a promise to an amazing girl, who I'm crazy about, that when we meet up again in a few months, I'll be healthier. Honestly though, I'm really glad I made that promise. My muscles hurt today with a burn I haven't felt since I first started this journey.<br />
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Ok I broke my own rules, this post is way too long. Sorry. The Fatty is glad to be back though. See you in the gym! </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A Fatty last week in San Clemente with his folks. </td></tr>
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<br />Jake "The Fatty"http://www.blogger.com/profile/03179361202549394750noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885980332100057454.post-62174802948860536952012-01-09T21:51:00.000-08:002012-01-09T21:51:57.925-08:00A Fatty gets in gearThe Fatty started reading his own blog and one post in particular, <a href="http://fattygoesrunning.blogspot.com/2010/10/10-excuses-that-kept-fatty-from-running.html" target="_blank">10 excuses to NOT Go Running</a>, it hit particularly close to the fatties heart (and laziness). So yesterday the Fatty hit the gym. And it was rough. Definitely rough. Hit the weights, jumped on the elliptical, squats until the knees started popping, crazy ab stuff followed by 30 minutes of b-ball and a long walk with the dog. Here's the one part of the post that hit hardest,<br />
<blockquote class="tr_bq"><b style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">5. "I don't have time"</b><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"> - Bullshit. I didn't have time either. You know what I did have time for though? Hours and hours and hours of TV. Want to hear my lineup? I'm going to try to go from memory as I watch most of my shows online and have no idea what network or day they actually air - Chuck, House, HIMYM, Big Bang Theory, Entourage, Boardwalk Empire, Bored to Death, Bones, Stargate Universe, Eureka, Running Wilde(funniest show on tv, please don't cancel it FOX!), Supernatural, Sons of Anarachy... I'm forgetting a few but on top of my 40+ hour work week I managed to find time for no less than 11 hours of television a week, not including movies or social outings. Having kids may take some of that extra time away but I think we can all squeeze in at least half an hour a day. </span></blockquote>Harsh right? So get out there fatty.Jake "The Fatty"http://www.blogger.com/profile/03179361202549394750noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885980332100057454.post-86613149763468086672011-11-17T19:52:00.000-08:002011-11-17T19:52:40.787-08:00Fatty: Elephant in a field of antelopes<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">View from the Fatty's new condo</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Last week I moved to one of the top 5 fittest counties in the country. Blaine County, Idaho. This place is AMAZING. Full of celebrities and millionaires, Olympic athletes, world-class skiing, epic mountain biking, incredible scenery, it. is. heaven.<br />
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There's just one problem. The Fatty is still a fatty. In a county full of amazingly in shape people, young and old, I find myself to be the odd man out, or rather the fat man out. What's a fatty to do?<br />
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Well not sit around and cry was a good start, so I threw away the tissue box and hit up staff workout on Tuesday morning (Yes Fatty works for an amazing organization that has a weekly staff workout!). My legs are still in pain after an hour long circuit workout. Really fantastic though to be in a room of my co-workers, sweating and cursing, all of us working to achieve our own goals.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0aqfQlgrDCosMBatqrLLHyfWRIwtxGis6P_KSJwo8zp4qhkayf0iFgJCkm9lwsF_h0-D2gcXfBnFOMtSwcXKqASho2NoVWdNLWRKbrvmfSZR_uWerBJx0cmvdXevPCkVbZCClGD0paVTl/s1600/sunvalleyposter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0aqfQlgrDCosMBatqrLLHyfWRIwtxGis6P_KSJwo8zp4qhkayf0iFgJCkm9lwsF_h0-D2gcXfBnFOMtSwcXKqASho2NoVWdNLWRKbrvmfSZR_uWerBJx0cmvdXevPCkVbZCClGD0paVTl/s320/sunvalleyposter.jpg" width="213" /></a>Today is Thursday and because I had a hard time walking yesterday, let alone working out, I took Wednesday off. Today though started with a delicious home made egg breakfast and then a nice long day of work and ended with my first time seriously working out in almost a YEAR. It wasn't easy. It also wasn't very long. But it's a step in the direction that I committed to going last October. It will be pretty hard to get demotivated in this environment. Between hiking every morning/evening with my coonhound Ellie, and working at a place full of people passionate about living healthy and having a total wellbeing, you can look for pretty regular posts from Fatty.<br />
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Sorry I <strike>took a break</strike> quit. Sorry that I allowed myself to being content with the losses I had made. I was healthier, happier and an all around better guy when I was focused on creating a less fat Fatty. I look forward to getting that attitude and feeling back and keeping it this time around!Jake "The Fatty"http://www.blogger.com/profile/03179361202549394750noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885980332100057454.post-9126015628776606242011-04-03T21:02:00.000-07:002011-04-03T21:02:35.663-07:00A Fatty finds a way to focus<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Red Butte</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Work has been crazy, life has been crazy. Typical issues that we all face on a daily basis, stress from work, stress from relationships, stress from finances, stress from your dog getting into a fight with a cactus... you know, the usual. Late yesterday afternoon, Fatty had enough. I jumped on my bike and churned out 8 miles down Hermits Rest Way here in Grand Canyon National Park, top speed of 30mph. I got home an hour after dark and it was<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">From the top of Red Butte, Humphrey off in the background</td></tr>
</tbody></table>amazing. Woke up this morning feel dapper and woke up a friend to go take on Red Butte trail, just outside of the park. If you've ever driven into the park from the south, you've seen Red Butte off on your right hand side. I think it's a beautiful butte. The view from the top was incredible and it was everything I needed today to blow off some steam.<br />
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Yes, it is true. This Fatty has been slacking since he arrived at his new home and has only lost 10 pounds since January 3rd and this may sound shallow but I have come to realize that is incredibly unfair of me to claim to be an outdoorsy, adventuresome guy who is full of energy and ready to tackle any trail and obstacle when it is so clearly not the case. I will give it my best, sure, but anyone can take a look at this body and know that for all my talk, it's just not the truth at this moment. If I am to live the life I want, I have to fight for it. I have to get the body that speaks for itself, without me having to talk about all the cliffs I've climbed or trails I've rode. To have the life I want, surrounded by the people I want to be around, I have to transform this lump into something beautiful. Please don't read this as me being a downer or thinking that I'm not awesome sauce, I am and I know it ;p , the problem is that no one else can see it. It's like if apple pie smelled like rotting flesh, I can tell you till I turn blue that it tastes delicious but no one is going to want to get near enough to try it. This is the harsh reality of being a Fatty. So what is a Fatty to do? Wallow in it? Or strap on his pack, hit the trails, pump the iron and change it?<br />
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</tbody></table>This Fatty is choosing to change it. I want that life back and I'm tired of being pre-judged based on what's on the exterior. It's time to rock this planet and burn the rest of these inches.<br />
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</div>Jake "The Fatty"http://www.blogger.com/profile/03179361202549394750noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885980332100057454.post-25167555746183679722011-03-15T00:55:00.000-07:002011-03-15T00:55:00.709-07:00A Fatty finds a slot canyon<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeQlB9EhRUlwaatuOdZ38vEi_EohF6mlq3IeNm6h7Tb60w6AcME-xd71AMpIdgHFZeYlUvw-N_Diheu5EQdMO1a_Ck-HIviRb_rqfBpNLuOFWNXliBGqmiWWmYGmhUfk8RksaZ2YOacpLK/s1600/IMG_7405.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeQlB9EhRUlwaatuOdZ38vEi_EohF6mlq3IeNm6h7Tb60w6AcME-xd71AMpIdgHFZeYlUvw-N_Diheu5EQdMO1a_Ck-HIviRb_rqfBpNLuOFWNXliBGqmiWWmYGmhUfk8RksaZ2YOacpLK/s320/IMG_7405.JPG" width="213" /></a>2 months and 13 days since this Fatty arrived at the South Rim of the Grand Canyon. Altitude adjustment has been my excuse for far too long for not getting things into gear and stepping up to the plate every day like I did in Phoenix. That period is over though and I am declaring myself officially acclimated.<br />
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This past weekend myself and two lovely friends of mine headed up to Lake Powell for a hot minute and then up into Utah to explore Buckskin Gulch and it's slot canyons. The place was amazing and totally worth the 8 mile road from hell and the hike in. I've been nursing a wicked ingrown nail (ewwwww right?) that I am having surgery on later this week but even that didn't stop me from doing the 4 mile hike into the slot canyon to capture some awesome pictures. After the hike we headed back and spent the night at historic Lee's Ferry campground under a sea of stars.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8CJyj0N1sSDJ0jwYPNF8LV9hC9S3P3R0KGyFbz1wGKeKCnv0XGacUz2RY_NJoxTgct-5EIJyrDWP5qd1twAenp7sld0Klq1yPkWA5lRYLuaZtYDQ4YNKN2uKobfAGWapa6GvaNVKmfICw/s1600/IMG_7407.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8CJyj0N1sSDJ0jwYPNF8LV9hC9S3P3R0KGyFbz1wGKeKCnv0XGacUz2RY_NJoxTgct-5EIJyrDWP5qd1twAenp7sld0Klq1yPkWA5lRYLuaZtYDQ4YNKN2uKobfAGWapa6GvaNVKmfICw/s320/IMG_7407.JPG" width="213" /></a>Yesterday Fatty woke up and ran to the gym (that he is the manager of) and set to work on testing out all the fitness equipment. When I first arrived I worked out a few times but, and I'm being honest, the altitude seriously limited what I could do. That's not the case anymore but 2.5 months off has put me back a few steps on the distance I can handle running and even on the weight I can put up in the gym. In my mind this isn't all bad though, it seems that giving my body a bit of break means that starting up again will kind of snap it into gear and shake it up and hopefully I can put up some big losses on the scale over the next few weeks.Jake "The Fatty"http://www.blogger.com/profile/03179361202549394750noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885980332100057454.post-62605247558540928872011-02-16T20:54:00.000-08:002011-02-16T20:54:06.856-08:00A Fatty loses timeTime Management.<br />
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Something I've never been good at. Managers have even sent me to classes to try to get me to learn it but my brain doesn't seem to process time like it should. Anyway today I was going to go for a run but then the phone rang earlier than my alarm clock and one of my employees had overslept so I was up and out the door in a flash to drive a employee shopping trip to Flagstaff. I had plans of getting up this morning, throwing on my running clothes for the first time in a few weeks and taking a wog around the Grand Canyon Village. Plans are the things the universe laughs at.<br />
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I've arrived home, exhausted and tired but with a run planned for tomorrow morning. Tonight though I look forward to a letter I know is being typed for me from someone I love and dinner with a movie.<br />
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Speaking of dinner, I love cooking. I don't know if I've mentioned that before but food has so many amazing flavors and it is so much fun to bring those flavors out and taste all the amazingness the world has to offer. Tonights dinner is one I have been meaning to make for weeks.<br />
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Here's the recipe.<br />
Beef Oxtail<br />
All the veggies you currently have in the fridge<br />
Beer<br />
Special Items needed<br />
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Heat the pressure cooker up with a bit olive oil, add oxtail and brown. Remove oxtail, set aside. Toss in large chunks of veggies (On hand I had carrots, white onions, red onions, green pepper) and saute slightly. Add oxtail back to pot, pour in a beer (I used a Fireside Honey Nut Ale), add 2-3 cups of water. Put lid on pressure cooker and bring to pressure. Set timer for 45 minutes.<br />
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I don't know how it's going to be yet as the timer still has 30 minutes on it. I've read that oxtail is usually best when it is allowed to slow cook for most of the day but pressure cookers are the most amazing kitchen invention ever and from my experience 40-60 minutes in a pressure cooker is equal to 4-6 hours in a crockpot.<br />
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Tomorrow I'll let you know if my feet are more tender than the meat is tonight! (eewwwwwwww)Jake "The Fatty"http://www.blogger.com/profile/03179361202549394750noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885980332100057454.post-60990301221952339972011-02-15T17:56:00.000-08:002011-02-15T18:02:39.709-08:00A Fatty loses touch.It's been a few weeks since I last posted and I feel terrible about it. I guess I've not been posting because, while I am still losing weight, I've not been running or working out as regularly as I was in Phoenix. This shouldn't come as too much of a shock as I think most of us go through a bit of an adjustment period when starting a new job and moving to a new place. I am glad that the healthy eating habits I've been putting in place over the past few months and the muscle mass I've put on has kept things going in the right direction.<br />
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The last few weeks have seen a few weekend hikes though, one in Sedona around the Courthouse Butte and Bell Rock and then just the other day down South Kaibab trail to Cedar Ridge and back. I thought I was doing pretty good with my cardio and getting adjusted to altitude but dragging 320 pounds up a 2,000ft elevation gain after hiking down it is rough on the lungs! The rest of my body felt pretty good after the hike but I definitely think I need to do a few more minor hikes down into the Grand Canyon before I start trying to do any full trails.<br />
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So once again I am super sorry for the delayed updates. I know that when I am updating the blog, this fatty does a way better job of staying on top of things. Still since October 4th I've lost 40 pounds and at the end of the day, that's pretty dang exciting!Jake "The Fatty"http://www.blogger.com/profile/03179361202549394750noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885980332100057454.post-49965717438987095522011-01-18T22:25:00.000-08:002011-01-18T22:25:40.995-08:00A fatty adjusts to altitude.....slowlyHydrate, hydrate, hydrate.<br />
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After living in the desert and the rockies you would think that I would understand the importance of staying hydrated but this move has been rough. I went for my first run since moving here the other day and I thought I was going to die, just a few hundred feet and I was huffing more air than a hoover vacuum.<br />
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I am looking forward to adjusting to altitude and running along the rim of the canyon, especially at night. The stars are brilliant here and the high desert night sky never fails to take my breath away. Or maybe it's just the altitude.Jake "The Fatty"http://www.blogger.com/profile/03179361202549394750noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885980332100057454.post-55170492722387938652011-01-13T19:07:00.000-08:002011-01-13T19:07:04.507-08:00A Fatty moves to the rimI know it's been awhile since the last update and I'm sorry for that. On January 3rd I moved to the South Rim of the Grand Canyon! I took a job as a recreation manager there and it's been a crazy two weeks since then. Life is amazing here and I can't wait for the snow to melt a bit so I can start running along the rim everyday. The elevation has taken my breath away a bit but once I get used to it, I will be able to exercise even harder when I visit Phoenix.<br />
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I now have a full fitness center that I have keys too and it has everything I could ever need to work out. I am really liking having the gym at my place of work, now I just have to continue to make the time to use it!<br />
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So just a quick update!Jake "The Fatty"http://www.blogger.com/profile/03179361202549394750noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885980332100057454.post-19373074546450792902010-12-31T15:16:00.000-08:002010-12-31T15:16:09.254-08:00A Fatty finds his inner lifeguardI've been a lifeguard for over a decade and it used to be that I wasn't shy about going topless most of the day. I had a nice tan, I wasn't cut or even thin but I never really cared about it too much. The last few years though I've started wearing rash guards around the pool deck and on the beaches out of a bit of embarrassment and well mostly to save the eyes of those unfortunate folks who would have to see my mass.<br />
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So prepare yourselves readers and cover your young ones eyes, this is also the point at which I should warn you that if you've recently eaten or have an adverse reaction to gluttony, look away! This is the first set of before/during pictures that will be posted on this site and I am still totally shocked at what I've become but I'm also quite proud of the small changes that can be seen. Tighter neck, buffer chest, smaller stomach, subtle differences but those subtleties mean that there is progress being made. It's important to remember that 150 pounds doesn't fall off overnight and muscles don't grow on rocks. Well wait, they do but.... whatever.<br />
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So a month or so ago I took my measurements and they were<br />
Neck - 19"<br />
Waist - 55"<br />
Hips - 53"<br />
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Now they are<br />
Neck - 18"<br />
Waist - 50"<br />
Hips - 50"<br />
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So that's exciting, now for the calorie burn from that muscle mass to kick in so I can see those changes on the scale too!<br />
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Hope ya'll had an amazing holiday!Jake "The Fatty"http://www.blogger.com/profile/03179361202549394750noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885980332100057454.post-19374612141016288372010-12-22T22:10:00.000-08:002010-12-22T22:10:33.344-08:00A Fatty gets wetIs there anything better than an evening run in the pouring rain?<br />
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I don't think so! The puddles and the rivers of water through the streets made it the most fun I've had in a long long time. When was the last time you purposefully ran through some puddles?Jake "The Fatty"http://www.blogger.com/profile/03179361202549394750noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885980332100057454.post-81150247501344101422010-12-21T02:06:00.000-08:002010-12-21T02:06:17.201-08:00Fatty takes a breakI'm tired.<br />
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I'm not tired of working out or eating right or running. I'm just tired. I think we all need days off and today was definitely a nice one. Woke up late, helped my kid brother with computer issues all day and ended the night with an <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0367279/">Arrested Development</a> marathon. Gotta love those Bluth's!<br />
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</tbody></table>A friend called me yesterday to ask about my monkey shoes(the <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Vibram-Fivefingers-Womens-Sprint-Black-Black/dp/B0044DJLYU?ie=UTF8&tag=fatty0b-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">Vibram Five Fingers</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=fatty0b-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B0044DJLYU" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" />) and if I'm still wearing them. I am. Though not as often as I should. Running has really taken a back burner to strength training but it struck me during our conversation that they shouldn't really interfere with each other. I'm not sure why I stopped running on the days I do strength training but after I let the gym membership expire it just kind of became one or the other. Maybe that's why I've not seen the weight loss I was seeing with the daily gym routine?<br />
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It's time to put on the monkey shoes again and get running. What do you think? Weights before or after running?Jake "The Fatty"http://www.blogger.com/profile/03179361202549394750noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885980332100057454.post-17683832222608172532010-12-16T16:21:00.000-08:002010-12-16T16:23:54.113-08:00How a Fatty learned to persevere<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 15px;"></span><br />
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</div><div>Well ok, maybe I've seen some success, I mean I do have some muscles but everyday it is still a task to overcome the mental block of working out. To shake off that mental dust from the night and to hit the weights or to tie the shoes and to push yourself harder than the day before. And yet I'm learning that every time I do, every time I push myself and make that first rep or run that first few feet, everything changes. My brain clears up, my blood starts to flow, my enthusiasm builds, my muscles start to burn, my breathing starts to race and I feel alive. I feel better than alive even, I feel great.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Today was one of those days. I woke up and I immediately didn't want to work out. I told my kid brother that he should work out with me today. If there is anything that motivates me to do something, it's the prospect of teaching it to someone else. I love to teach. He agreed and together we hit the bowflex hard. It was his first time on the machine and it felt good to watch him struggle and persevere and it pushed me harder to do more. We took turns doing our sets, lowering the weight for him and tossing more on for me and then did curls side by side at the end followed by 30 second sets of planks and then scissor kicks and V's on our backs for abs. I am lucky to have a kid brother who wants to see me succeed, even at the expense of feeling some pain. </div><div><br />
</div><div><a href="http://www.themindrobber.co.uk/dvd-3d/cyberman-x-ray-wallpaper.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://www.themindrobber.co.uk/dvd-3d/cyberman-x-ray-wallpaper.jpg" width="320" /></a>I heard a quote a long time ago and I can't remember it exactly but it was something along the lines of, <i>Do something you hate everyday, just for the practice</i>. While I don't hate working out, at least not in the way I hate brussels sprouts or murderous cyborgs from the future who want to turn humanity into emotionless cybermen like them, I do think that I hate exertion on some level. I hope that as this lifestyle continues to become permanent that that taste will leave my mouth. Just admitting it is a step in the that direction!</div><div><br />
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Last night was a run night.<br />
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Twas the night before Thursday, when all through the house<br />
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.<br />
The lights were hung on the cacti with care,<br />
In hopes that a neighbor would see them there.<br />
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The skinnies were nestled all snug in their beds,<br />
While visions of being naked in front of the conference room danced in their heads.<br />
And mamma in her nightgown and poppa in his cap,<br />
Had all settled down for their long winters nap.<br />
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When out on the street there arose such a clatter,<br />
The dogs all sprang from their beds to see what was the matter.<br />
Away to the windows they flew like a flash,<br />
Barking and shredding the poor dusty sash.<br />
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The streetlamps gave the street a weird glow<br />
And gave the lustre of post-apocalypse death to objects below.<br />
When what to their doggy eyes did appear,<br />
But a Fatty running with all the sound of eight tiny reindeer!<br />
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The thunder of the footfalls hard and not fast,<br />
they knew in a moment it must be barked at.<br />
More rapid than turtles his footfalls they came,<br />
And he huffed, and groaned, and told them to tame.<br />
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Now yorki! now collie! now, mutt and poodle!<br />
Now, lab! Now, shepard! Now, hound and boxerdoodle!<br />
To the porch and the fence and the top of the wall!<br />
Now bark away! Bark away! Bark away all!<br />
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That's all of that poem I can come up with right now but outside of the dogs, I love running in the middle of the night. I've been trying to alter my running form to land more midfoot and less heel, I can definitely tell a huge difference and it feels much better but it's hard to do without constantly focusing on it. This is my favorite time of year to wander the midnight streets. Most of the houses leave their christmas lights on all night and it makes things a bit more magical. Christmas in Phoenix is pretty strange though, the lights on the cacti are indeed hung with care but many of them are covered in christmas cheer none-the-less.Jake "The Fatty"http://www.blogger.com/profile/03179361202549394750noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885980332100057454.post-23078924206728830342010-12-05T16:02:00.000-08:002010-12-05T16:02:09.992-08:00How a Fatty recovered and lost 5 pounds doing itIn a word?<br />
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I had no idea that stuff was such an appetite suppressant. After pulling that back muscle on Sunday evening I dove into a hard regiment of sleep, vicodin and ice packs for the next 2 days followed by 2 more days of heat. It was honestly that bad. Friday I was finally able to start bending again and I did a light workout on the old bowflex. Saturday I went for a run and then hit the bowflex hard when I got back.<br />
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The gym membership expired and after the last two days on the backyard bowflex, I don't think I am going to renew it. It's $65 a month and while I love the environment and the steam room, I don't like using the treadmill (see previous anti-treadmill post) or the other cardio machines very much and the bowflex really does allow me to do a full body workout just like I would do at the gym. Money saved is money earned right?<br />
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This week has been pretty eye opening for me as far as food intake goes. I am by no means starving myself but I am eating probably close to 40% of the sheer gross weight of food I used to eat and nowadays the food I am eating tends to be much healthier and more thoughtful. It's certainly a better way to live and I am excited to be well past the habit forming weeks at the start.<br />
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So todays weigh-in is 329!Jake "The Fatty"http://www.blogger.com/profile/03179361202549394750noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885980332100057454.post-55452583230694382812010-12-01T02:38:00.000-08:002010-12-01T02:38:39.752-08:00How a Fatty had to listenWednesday morning, 3am, I'm still on a reversed sleep schedule. It seems that every time I don't have to work my body quickly turns vampiric. It's not bad though, I like running under the stars and the streets are silent except for the falling of my feet and breath as it escapes.<br />
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Wednesday morning, 3am, I've not run since Sunday. I went for, or tried to rather, go for a trail run along Lake Pleasant but the rockiness of the trail turned into mostly a brisk walk. It was gorgeous out though, the sun was setting and there were ducks and other water birds making a ruckus. I love being around water. It is pretty scarce here in the desert and Lake Pleasant is one of the few places where it is in abundance around here. The lake was formed with the help of a dam but it's still beautiful in it's own way. The trail I ran had a bridge at my turn-around point and the last time I walked it the bridge was floating but not this time. The water has receded and the floating bridge rests at the bottom of a ravine. The lake wasn't but 20 feet away and there were a whole lot of birds playing in the water. I realized I hadn't just sat and listened to nature in far too long so I did. I took off my backpack, sat down and listened to the wind. It was phenomenal. I love those moments.<br />
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On the way back to the car I felt a pain in my right central back and thought maybe it was just a kidney or my liver being weird. I've being dealing with some crazy intestinal issues the past few years and so I ignored the pain and headed to the gym. First machine, Lat pulldown. Set 1. Hooooha! Set 2. Hooooha! Set 3. Hooooouuuwwwwwwwwwwwwww! I stupidly and foolishly ignored the pain and jumped on machine number two, the row machine thingajobby...Set 1. HooOW! Set 2. OWWWWWWOKOKIGIVE! And off to the steam room, I definitely had strained my lower delt? to the point that I had to ask someone to pull me up off the bench in the steam room and I walked out of the gym without my shoes on because I couldn't bend over without crying. The last 3 days have been a constant stream of ice packs, Vicodin and now heat pads and it's finally starting to hurt a bit less and loosen up.<br />
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If I had only listened a little bit more. Ah well, lessons for the future.Jake "The Fatty"http://www.blogger.com/profile/03179361202549394750noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885980332100057454.post-49617095896903800512010-11-27T23:42:00.000-08:002010-11-27T23:42:01.247-08:00How the Fatty broke through the wallIt's been a few weeks since we saw any kind of positive movement on the scale. At one point about two weeks ago I did a mid-week weigh in and it was 343! But those days are now past. My muscles have healed from the initial shock of weight training and things are now on the decline leading to the best week yet. 334! I looked myself in the mirror and this goofy grin crept across my face, it feels so good to see the scale reflect the fun I'm having on this journey.<br />
I was going to title this post "How a Fatty was pleased as punch" but then I did some research on where that saying originates and learned that it's based on an Italian puppet character that is a wife beater and an all around nasty little fellow. Todays fun fact I guess.<br />
Anyway my gym membership expires in a few days and I am torn on what to do. I love going to the gym, it's an amazing environment to do what needs to be done. Even though no one talks to you, you know everyone else is there for the same reason you are and that is motivating. I may be moving though and since I've been out of work for a few weeks now, I need to monitor the outgoing cash flow a bit. There is a bowflex at my parents house, it's a bit old and getting a bit worn but it might be able to be a cheap alternative until I land in a new place.<br />
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Do you have home weight training equipment?Jake "The Fatty"http://www.blogger.com/profile/03179361202549394750noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885980332100057454.post-83473485304495387082010-11-24T01:21:00.000-08:002010-11-24T01:23:56.096-08:00The Fatty runs to the gymI hate treadmills. Mostly because the track stops every time I land, even when walking. It's more than a bit of a frustration for me. It's just totally embarrassing. Not that I particularly like running indoors, mind you, it's just that one would like to be able to use all the gym equipment if one should so choose. Though when you are 340lbs there are certain pieces of equipment that don't appreciate your company. Treadmills and quite a few different types of chairs, for starters. For instance, I attended a group dinner a few months ago and the host asked me to sit in a reinforced chair, one that had been broken from a previous fatty, it is funny how easily I could cope and deal with these constant embarrassments as a fatty.<br />
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Thinking about it now I realize that I evaluate every chair I sit in before I sit. I know exactly what weak points to look for. The things you gloss over when you aren't ready to except the fact that your huge. We are so creative in finding ways to avoid regular size things. I stopped shopping at actual stores and just ordered all my clothes from the internet because I knew I would save myself the embarrassment of the clerk telling me they don't carry my size. I forsook booths for tables, bicycles and kayaks, diving boards and those .75 bathroom showers. I really hated those .75 bathroom showers, I always bumped the door open. These are some of the things a fatty learns to avoid. These and the common treadmill.<br />
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</tbody></table><div>I hate treadmills. To change things up, I asked my mum if she wouldn't mind picking me up from the gym when I was done, Phoenix is getting a bit brisk lately but it feels really great to run in a slight chill. 2.15 miles at an average speed of 4.89mph is a new record for me and it felt really good to get to the gym by my own power. I had worn my backpack on the run too, which always makes things feel like a bit of an adventure but I wanted a fresh shirt and some clean clothes for after. I did a quick change, sauntered past the cardio equipment and hit the weights before a nice steam. Who doesn't love the steam room? I've started doing planks in there, it's quite difficult that, the planks I mean, made all the more difficult by the heat but it feels really good to work up a deeper sweat. </div><div><br />
</div><div>So next time you head off to the gym, think about alternative modes of transportation. It's pretty crazy how so many of us do all of our working out inside a box. It feels good to run! </div><div><br />
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</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">(Todays post might have a bit of an</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"> accent. I've been watching loads of Doctor Who! Any other fans of the Doctor out there?)</span></div></div>Jake "The Fatty"http://www.blogger.com/profile/03179361202549394750noreply@blogger.com0