Let’s Get (a) Physical


Well, I was going to embed that hackneyed Olivia Neutron-Bomb video in this post but it um…it’s got too many oily beau hunks for my liking. But hey, if that’s your thing, who am I to disappoint?

At any rate I went to the doctor today for my annual physical. Um, let me rephrase that. It was my first ever annual physical. I figured that at the age of 39 and with my hernia repair surgery a thing of the past, now was the time to get it done. Besides, the Grim Reaper’s bony grasp is inching ever closer and shows no sign of slowing down, so I best take care of myself now before it’s too late.

From all indications–physically, at least–I’m as in good a shape as a 39-year-old man can be. My weight was 204 lbs. which is almost where I want to be. That made me feel really, really good about myself. But what made all of this even better was my weight loss which astounded the doctor.

Doctor: You lost how much?

Me: Over 90 pounds.

Doctor: And you did this on your own?

Me: Yep. I just got tired of being fat.

Doctor: How did you do it?

Me: Eating less and moving more. In fact I rode my bike over 8 miles today before coming in to see you.

Doctor: (smiles) That’s very commendable. Most people don’t have the will power to lose that much.

Me: Well, I did and I haven’t looked back.

Needless to say, he was quite impressed as any doctor would be. If it’s your job to look after the welfare of your patients, such a significant drop in weight shows you’re serious about your health. And as most of you know, my weight loss is no joke to me.

Then it was time for the prostate exam. And guys, if you’ve never had one, it’s everything you’ve heard about. They may only last a few seconds but Lord have mercy, they seem like an eternity of…well…[description edited for taste] probing.

Ahem. But thankfully, everything checked out fine. And that’s good because I’m really not looking forward to my next one in a year. (In all seriousness, any guy my age should suck up the stigma of the prostate exam and get it done. It’s very important to your health, so guys, schedule yours today.)

About the only thing left to do is get my bloodwork done and that’ll happen when I’ve got some extra time. While I’m relatively certain that everything will be okay, there’s always that thought in the back of my mind that something will be wrong.

But I’ll cross that bridge when I get to it.

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That’s Me?


Some curious Web surfer searched for “big john’s beans and fixin’s” and came across ye olde blog. And I cripes, have to admit I’m quite embarrassed.

Check out this image from June 2005 (and ignore my old URL):

I ATE THE PROM!!

BLAAAARRGH! I ATE THE PROM!!

Ahem. I’m pleased to say that’s nowhere near I am today as is evident by this photo, even though it was taken about 5 lbs. ago:

My sincerest apologies to those who may have found the first image offensive. Meh, I’m sure the second one is too, so I’m sorry for that one as well.

And I promise an updated progress photo is coming soon. In fact, I’ll even hold up a pair of my Fat Guy Pants for comparison purposes!

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Wii Fit Progress So Far


Keep in mind that this is in addition to everything else I do: eating right, walking, etc. That long stretch downward was the week I was sick; the sudden spike afterwards was Father’s Day when I obviously felt good enough to eat plenty. The red dot is a note: “I ate too much.”

Also know that the Wii Fit scale seems a bit off at times, nowhere near what my bathroom scale reads.

A nice investment so far. Now if I can only get my employer to reimburse me for it…

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Change is Good


I came to the conclusion yesterday that, despite being comfortable, it was time to replace a few pairs of pants I’d been wearing.

I got them all as gifts for Christmas last year, and as a matter of fact, many of them didn’t fit when I tried them on. While Ann’s mom assured me she kept the receipt in case I wanted to return them.

I told her there was no need for it; I would fit in them soon.

So here it is nearly six months later and those same pants that I could not button are now falling under the category of Fat Guy Pants, or sizes I used to wear. They simply don’t stay up and with a belt, there’s too much excess.

One trip to Old Navy solved that problem, where I purchased at least three new work outfits (XL shirts and size 40 pants). While size 40 may not sound exactly small, chew on this: I was wearing size 48 and I am almost 40. But the two together and it begins to make a little sense.

I have to admit, however, that I was a little disappointed to find that despite dropping 71 lbs. so far, size 38 is still a bit too snug. If I ever When I can fit into a 38, it will be the first time since high school, and that will be ultra-cool.

Gotta run. Have a good weekend, all 🙂

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I Can Has Interview?


I saw this story via Fark today: College professor goes from fat to ‘Mr. No Body Fat’

Psst. CNN. I’m getting there, mmmkay?

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