Patrick Says

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If you follow this blog, you know I’m trying to lose weight. Actually, if I may be so bold, I’m doing a pretty good job of it. Anyway, a weird thing happened to me the other day and now happened twice more.

Prior to this weight loss effort, I would eat not hesitate to eat an entire family-size container of Innovasian’s General Tso’s Chicken. By myself. Now it’s really good, but one guy should not be eating a box of food intended for three. It’s like putting CURT trailer hitches on a Volkswagen. (Okay, maybe not, but whatever.) But I would make some brown rice and go to town on this. The other day, I decided to have some. I managed my calories for the day to allow for my usual consumption. I was splurging for the day…don’t judge.

I prepared the meal and sat down to eat it. And a funny thing happened…three-quarters of the way through, I felt…full. I felt so weird. I couldn’t remember this sensation. I think I may have actually shrunk my dang stomach because twice it’s happened again when trying to eat different dishes in my usual portions.

This is so weird.

So, I realize I haven’t blogged in awhile. I don’t have a good reason, like title loans Connecticut or rabbit stew in Pittsburgh.

I’m still here, just busy. It’s cool.

The weight loss is going well (recap). As of today, I have lost nearly twenty-eight pounds. It’s been through a combination of watching what I eat and keeping track of approximate calories and walking most every day. I started out at one mile per day, but now I walk at least 2.5 miles every day. Except Saturday…that’s my day off.

And it’s working. I’ve always insisted that weight loss is just a numbers game and if you work the numbers right, you lose weight.

My goal right now is to get to 199 pounds. Once I get there, I’ll decide whether to maintain or try and get to what is consider the ideal weight for my height, 166 pounds. That’s pretty far off right now, but it’s just a pound or two at a time.

The forties suck.

I’m at that age where I can no longer hang with people in their 20s and 30s without feeling like somebody’s dad. And it’s even getting me online. I’ll be hanging out at turntable.fm (my new addiction) and someone in the room will ask how old everybody is. Instantly, I want to leave the room.

Why?
Because nobody wants to hang with a dude in his forties, that’s why!
Argh.

So, Friday turned about to be a little better than most days.

I was driving back to work from the bank. I was going down Manchester Road. If you’re not from Saint Louis, all you really need to know is that Manchester Road is just a long speed trap. I was going with the flow of traffic and one’s of Maplewood’s finest pulls me over. F**k. I don’t need another speeding ticket. They’re expensive. So Officer Joe gets out of his car and walks up to me. He asks if I know why he pulled me over. I play dumb. I was speeding blah blah blah.

He asks for license and proof of insurance.

And of course, my insurance card had expired two days earlier. I still have the coverage, but no card. Blah blah blah lecture. As he’s getting ready to head back to his car to write my ticket, over his radio, I hear ‘something something huge fight something’. He tosses the license into my window, says ‘uh, drive safely’ and runs back to his car, pulls out and flies off.

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W00t!