The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2011 annual report for this blog.
Here’s an excerpt:
A San Francisco cable car holds 60 people. This blog was viewed about 1,300 times in 2011. If it were a cable car, it would take about 22 trips to carry that many people.
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. Yesterday and the day before were great! More than great, they were motivating. How, you say? My sister called me and asked me to meet her at the gym! When someone else goes with you, calls you, stops by and invites you, texts you, emails you, or just plain harrasses you with the purpose of doing it with you, it can make a world of a difference between not going and going with a purpose. I will say that it is much easier and funner to meet someone who is right there with you than to fly solo. I mean, let’s check out history. History only proves its better flying with a co-pilot. There was Adam and Eve in the garden together, Bonnie and Clyde livin la vida loca, Fred Flintstone and Barney Rubble, Bam Bam and Pebbles, Mutt and Jeff, Pinkey and the brain, Phineas and Ferb, Stockton and Malone, Montana and Rice, Jordan and Pippen, the Olsen twins, Batman and Robin….need I go on? So, for this blog, thanks sis! I have posted a couple of pics of my triathlete sister who made it to the world championships held in New Zealand next summer. There she will compete for eternal glory…..oh, wait, that’s from Harry Potter….where she will compete for the world triathlete title! Right now she is in the process of looking for sponsors so if any of you readers read this and know of people who donate to causes of athletic prowess, then give me a holler via comment and let me know! I will be having her guest write on the bl0g from time to time about her training tips and such. These pics are of her on some photo shoots, modelling for the likes of Trailrunner magazine, Brooks shoes and other athletic outdoor accessories.
When in doubt, burn it out…….
There is definitely truth to the saying, “old school”. Walking/jogging/running is old school and it is one of the few exercises that shows the most results with the most pain involved. I am doing lots of cardio now. I ride the bike for a couple of miles at a decent clip all the while sprinting for thirty-second intervals in between the huffs and puffs and screaming thoughts of STOOOOOOOOOOOOP running through my sweaty head! I’m not gasping for air anymore, I’m begging God to shove it down my lungs as fast as he possibly can before I pass out!!! I’ve been at it a couple of days and notice a huge difference in my knees. The bike has strengthened my legs and my knees don’t hurt. In fact my legs feel quite strong. Hmmmmm. Go figure. Exercise = strength. Genius. I’m trying to find other exercises to incorporate as I inflict this torture on myself. I, at times, don’t feel like going. But then, I think of Drew, and I think of my friend Jeremy, and everyone else rooting for me. I can’t let them down. My kids are my biggest fans and I can’t let them down. My example will instill a sense of health wellness in each of my children for life and not because I preached it to them on top of my parental pulpit. So, I lace up my shoes with all these factors and people in mind and I do it again. And I do it again. Why? Because they’re worth it. Because I’m worth it. That’s why. Anyone care for a side of abs with those biceps???