Hello. My name is Pono and I want to be a skinnyaire. A few days ago I hit a major milestone! This milestone is huge and I’m not talking walking another mile or losing another ten pounds or weighing under a certain weight in so long……I’m talking HUGE milestone. Now granted I had to flex and tighten my abdominal area for this momentous event. Are you ready for this because I don’t know if you are because I was barely ready for this when it happened. All right all right no more babbling. Drum roll, please…….I went for my daily swim at the public pool and was showering afterward as usual. I tried untying my board shorts in the water but ended up knotting it. As I was showering I happened to untie it without any usual resistance and then I looked down and retied it so I wouldn’t have my shorts at my feet when I’m walking around. After pulling the string and seeing that it wasn’t going to break and seeing I didn’t tie myself into another knot I continued showering. Then my head shoots up and I realized something magnificent had just transpired. The choir of angels began to sing in loud joyous praises the word, “Hallelujah, Hallelujah” as the heavenly light fell down upon me in the shower. I SAW myself tie my shorts. Did you get that? I saw myself tie my board short strings into a bow. I witnessed the entire tying of the strings down to the tightening of it and looked at it rest on my waist. Yes, dear brothers and sisters, I SAW my string. It has been too long a time that I have not been able to see this remarkable event due to the ever-obstructive obstinate entity I have named, George. That would be my belly. His name is George. I am slowly making George go away and stay away for good because I am tired of hauling him around and not liking the way I look in the mirror. This has made my spirit soar and has given me fire under my rump to keep up the daily grind and hack away at those unwanted pounds. People. This is a victory for all of us who are doing the diet and exercise thang…….you know…….those of us who are rewiring our brains and retraining our bodies how to eat again and how to exercise again and how to be consistent again. We are Kings for a day. This day I revel with you. My victory is your victory. We are victorious together. I have a daydream that one day we will all walk hand in hand, sweating away the insecurities of our lives and resurrecting the divine potential within us all. I have a daydream that big people and little people and tall people and short people will look at one another as just people. One day, today, is a small victory for us all, but tomorrow, tomorrow will be your victory and your victory will be mine as well.
Hello. My name is Pono and I want to be a skinnyaire. Ladies and gentlemen. Boys and girls. Let us take a moment to reflect…………………..Okay, enough of that. Today is the day I was measured, poked, prodded, and examined by my wife. This is for her and only her for this past week. Let us see if my undying love is strong enough to help me start to drop it a little faster, shall we? So, here are the stats without much further adieu:
Chest: 50 inches
Biceps: 18 inches
Thighs: 27 7/8 inches
Waist: 55 inches
Belly: Drum roll please……………..57 6/8 inches! Woohoo! That’s down from a whopping 62 inches. We have read it can be as high as ten pounds of fat and as low as five pounds per inch. Either way, we both agreed that I reached the goal! I scored brownie points for myself with my wife by making a real promise and keeping it just for her!
Hello. My name is Pono and I want to be a skinnyaire. I measured this past week and to my un-surprise, I barely lost but a half inch. HMMMMM….maybe it was the fudge we made or maybe it was the lack of disciplinary eating habits I had been following the week previous that got me into this predicament. I didn’t get down on myself too much knowing I had derailed this past week. That and the fact I didn’t have much of a chance to workout. I could’ve have a couple of times but I actually did not have much time to work out this week. I have been non-stop going from computer to envelopes and postage to home chores and holiday decorating to home repairs and so on and so on and so on and blah blah blah! Yeah yeah, excuses….but good ones at that. I mean, I have been keeping busy, pretty much from the time I wake up to the time I lay me down to sleep. But then my good friend, Drew Manning, sticking to it with gusto and exercising with reckless abandon. My diet, other than the fudge and two pieces of chocolate chip cookies, did I do too bad. Just a lot of intrusive carbs with my not-so-bad meals. Maybe I had white rice instead of brown or none at all. Maybe I did not stick to the five to six meal plan. I will say I felt worse after this week with not sticking to it. I can actually feel the processed food not agreeing with my body. I felt sicker, more lethargic and even felt cloudier in the mind. I even switched to organic milk and let me tell you…….organic milk has a much better taste to it……AND, I feel better after a cup of it compared to when I drink a cup of regular anti-biotic filled hormone laced milk. It also doesn’t take much for me to feel guilty about not sticking to the plan as I run around with my kids for a minute and am out of breath or when I walk by a mirror and can’t even look at my own reflection because I am so embarrassed to see how much I let myself go. Then the whole negative talk comes into play about how stupid I was to have done this or I should have done this or that. Shoot, I can’t even handle my wife seeing me without my shirt let alone coming out of the shower. That’s just horrible for me to even think about. So, I am definitely back in the race after a long look at the unbecoming physique I possess and realized that I have spent too long in my follies and carbohydrates and need to start practicing self-restraint. That begins with pre-cooking my meals. I notice when I don’t pre-cook, I eat what is convenient. That usually entails fat, calories and guilt written all over it.
Here are my measurements……….
Chest: 51 inches
Thighs: 31 inches
Belly: 62 inches
biceps: 19 inches
Hello. My name is Pono and I want to be a skinnyaire…….so freakin bad! A lot has transpired since my last post. For some reason I had one post this last week that did not post nor can I find it anywhere in my posts at all for editing. It has basically vanished into thin air. I have not one clue where it went……..however, here I am. This week was definitely my runner’s wall as they call it. I pretty much did not work out but maybe once. My eating has been okay but could be better. I think I put on a couple of pounds back on due to my lack of motivation. I’ll expound more upon this in my next paragraph!
I was doing pretty well until a week ago. I think one of the problems is I can’t find an accurate scale to weigh myself so I’m not doing myself any justice by not seeing the progress I’m making. At the same time I am so fearful of looking at the progress I’m making for some reason. I feel that since I hit the “wall”, I might as well sabotage myself and do what I do best……and that is fail at it so I don’t expect too much out of myself and let myself down too much also. That way, I’m not letting myself down well into the program and I can tell myself I gave it my best shot but, “oh well”! The thinking is really off but these are my thoughts that run through my head. I can slowly gain my weight back and keep lying to myself that I am trying daily my very best when in fact I am not being fully honest with myself. I was really thinking deeply about it also this past week and was almost wallowing in my pity until it hit me. My epiphany. My wake-up call. I think everyone needs one. You can definitely find one if you think hard enough. The thing going for me is I really want to be better. I want to triumph over this. I want to look in the mirror and say I am strong. I am powerful. I am unstoppable. Then, one day……..WHAM!
As I sat there in thought and really struggling to through the negative self-talk for not working out yet another day, it came to me. I am so caught up in myself I forgot the reason I was doing this. I reread my About me section again. I am not doing this for me. I am doing this for them. The five innocent wee ones that depend on me. The ones that look up to me and say, “I wanna be strong like daddy when I grow up”! The darkness instantly cleared and my vision became very clear. Oh yes, I said to myself. I am not here for me. My personal virtues will benefit from everything I do positively for the better naturally as my life takes its course. My children will benefit naturally also as I better myself. I will continue to better myself as I live for them. They will be my constant reminder and my personal little cricket telling me to do it again because its good for me. I feel like a ton of bricks have lifted off my back. I don’t care that I put a couple of pounds back on or that I missed a week. My shoes are already on tied on my feet and when I publish this post I’m going for a run. Then, I’ll do my run again before trick or treating and then tonight. I’m going to do the Forrest Gump and keep runnin until my friendly neighborhood friend, Mr. Belly, leaves for good. So, I’ve got measurements I’ll be posting this evening along with our successful haul of delectable sugary wonders we’ll be graciously pleading for at each lit doorway we come across. Then I’ll measure everything in one week and have a pic for you too! I want to tell anyone following to keep following me and to keep struggling to lose the weight along with me. It’s time for a revolution of the mind!