Friday, November 7, 2008

The Weigh-In Week 70

224! That's what it said on the scale this morning. A gain of 6-pounds.
(I thought a 224 picture would be too depressing.)

Told you I had been bad.

New effort starts does my punishment. I'm really looking forward to my salad for lunch!

I'll be spending the weekend raking leaves in the freezing cold rain and snow. That has to be good for dropping a few pounds. I am shooting to lose 4 pounds this week. A guys gotta dream big.

I just went looking for a picture of the last time I weighed 224. Turns out I have never had a 224 weigh in. Here's the cool / scary part, the last time I weighed more than 223 was way back in October 2007...over a year ago. Good motivation to lose this gain and lose it quickly...and never get back here again.

Have a great weekend everybody.

11/06 224 lbs
Heck Of A Lot to go

Thursday, November 6, 2008

Guess How Much I Weigh Contest - Week 70

I managed to do a lot of self sabotaging over the last 2 weeks. I quit going to the gym and started eating way more than I should have. At first I convinced myself it was my right as part of the grieving process to let myself go...then I just got lazy and self indulgent.

So here's the deal. I am going to have a huge gain this week. I have stepped on the scale once in the past two weeks, and it was not good. I don't know how big this big gain is going to be but I know it's not going to be pretty.

I am ready to face the consequences. 3 weeks ago I made another promise to have 4 losses in a row. I did great on week one and took last week off. So tomorrow's weigh-in will officially be week two of the "4 Week Challenge". And I have every intention of taking my punishment like a man. This means:

1. I will have to cook dinner every night for the week.
2. No TV for the week from Friday to Friday (excluding the Girls Bedtime Movie)
3. I have to replace one meal everyday for that week with a salad.
4. The following weeks weigh-in photo will be a picture of my shirtless belly.

Man I forgot all about the salad for a week part. Oh that sucks!

But I have to be held accountable for my actions.

I continue to creep up heavier and heavier every time I fall of the wagon. That must stop.

And just to clarify, to have a successful week next week I only have to have a loss from this weeks weigh-in. I don't need to get back to the week one low... not that I would complain.

Step right up, step right up.
Guess how much I weigh and win a fabulous prize.

To Recap:
Every Thursday I give you my stats for the week and you guess what you think the scale will say on Friday morning. The winner is the first person who guesses my weight / weight loss for the week without going over or the person who is closest without going over. Go ahead and click on comments at the bottom of this post and leave your guess.

I will post the winner when I post my weight on Fri. morning. If we get ten or more guesses I will have a prize for the winner.

Let the guessing begin. Good Luck!

11/06 218 lbs
10 to go

Monday, November 3, 2008

A Eulogy For My Grandfather Ken Overholt

My grandfather passed away on October 27th at the age of 89. The following is the eulogy I gave at his funeral. I am not posting this in search of sympathy or because I am proud of the these words (which I am).

I post it here for two reasons.

1. My grandfather was an extremely important part of my life and he was a huge supporter of my journey towards a healthier life. Over the last few years every time I saw him he would always greet me with, "Hi Ya Skinny!"

2. Due to the random nature of the Internet hopefully this page will be stumbled upon by someone searching for "Ken Overholt" allowing my Grandfathers memory to live on.

My Grandfather
A Remembrance

About ten years ago I met someone at a party who knew my Grandfather from way back in the day, back when Grandpa was still selling cars.

This man said to me, “Your Grandfather is the best salesman I have ever met. There is not a thing in the world he couldn’t sell and not a person on the planet he couldn’t sell it to”

I won’t lie to you that made me proud. Who doesn’t want their Grandfather to be famous? But being a famous salesman is not what made me most proud of him.

Because even back then I had figured out something fundamental about my grandfather. At his core, being a salesman was not what defined Ken Overholt.

A salesman was what my grandfather was… it was not who he was.

Who Ken Oveholt was, was a dreamer.

My grandfather looked at the world differently.

In his eyes every piece of junk had the potential to be something great.

This is the way he saw people too. In his eyes every person had the potential for greatness.

This is what made my Grandfather such a great salesman.

It’s the same thing that made such a great man.

He wasn’t selling things, he was selling happiness.

I believe that every car he sold, every machine, everything, was simply his way of trying to make people happy. He was doing his part to make their dreams come true.

For my grandfather being a salesman was never about making a sale, it was about giving people joy, the only way he knew how.

Ken Overholt was never Willy Loman, if anything he was Walt Disney.

Over the past week we have had the opportunity to gather together to grieve and rejoice, to share stories and to talk about what Grandpa meant to each of us.

Every single person at some point said the same thing; most of them had the chance to say it to Grandpa himself.

“Ken, This is what you gave to me."

"Ken, This is what you taught me.”

It was obvious to me that Grandpa’s dreams were infectious.

But I guess that has always been obvious to me.

I am so very fortunate to have had such a close relationship with my grandfather my whole life.

We worked together, we played together and he always encouraged me to follow my dreams.

All that time we spent together has had a major impact on my life.

It is one of the foundations of who I became as a person.

Because I too am a dreamer and a schemer.

And we all know my grandfather dreamed up a lot of schemes.

To Ken Overholt every musical instrument had the potential to make beautiful music…whether he knew how to play it or not.

Every car had the potential to be a vintage Oldsmobile convertible.

Every boat has the potential to take you some place you’ve always dreamed of going

And every lamp had the potential to shine bright… no matter how old or rusty it may be.

Thank you grandpa, thank you for teaching me to chase after my dreams. Thank you for teaching me to always see the potential instead of the limitations.

That is what my grandfather gave to me and I am eternally grateful.