Day 2

04/25/2011

Days until con : 130

Weight at Dragon Con 2010 : 245 - 250 ish

Goal Weight for Dragon Con 2011 : 200

Current Weight (recorded every morning) : 234

Work Out: Light Treadmill (30 minutes), light strength training (15 minutes) 

Foods devoured today:

Banana : 100

Disgusting Slim Fast Shake : 200 calories (Never Again)

Low fat cheese crackers : 190 calories

Santa Fe Lunch Salad: 290 Calories

mixed bag of strawberries and carrots : - ? calories

Tasty Slim Fast Vanilla chocolate bar : 100 calories

Panera Bread Chicken Noodle Soup in a Bread Bowl : 750 calories combined

Total: 1570

Day 1 : Stiver is Hot for Con

This will be the first in many logs of my physical and emotional transformation both to Dragon Con and beyond. I've decided to keep this log because I realize if I'm not faced with evidence of how I'm exercising, eating, or feeling then it's easy to forget the accomplishments and, much worse, even easier to turn a blind eye to error. I've read numerous articles of all variety on weight loss, happiness, and health and I'm going to attempt to combine this knowledge and experience to form something specific for me. 

I'm not just looking to lose weight, I'm looking to be happy and fulfilled. In changing the toxic habits in my life I rain in a new era, where my daily routines are better for me and emotionally I'm easier to be around others and, most importantly, myself. This will not be a fad diet, or some heath nazi year long brain wash, or some armchair psychology major's thesis on positive thinking, this is just me searching for a better way to live. 

I'm old and you should love me.

Ive recently had a birthday and, as to be expected, it was a brutal reminder of my age. But it was also a reminder of quality over quantity, and how our perceptions of the world change and become more refined as we accrue age

At least I think that's the pearl of wisdom I clung onto as I played first chair tuba in the Atlanta porcelain orchestra. The morning after was like being mauled by a gang of diseased midget vomit monsters, who concentrated their attacks on the stomach or brain. Also my left butt cheek was suspiciously numb but I've decided not to look into it.

So maybe I don't now what the hell I'm talking about but I do know that the older you get the harder it is to hold your liquor, in your stomach, and not feel like the mechanical losing end of a fat lesbian rodeo party. But I do know I love my friends for putting up with me.

Lets talk about something

There's something going on with me, and I'm unsure what it is, but perhaps the best way to describe it would be motivated. Perhaps I'm kicking my own ass, perhaps I'm punishing myself for neglecting the good and wholesome things in my life, or perhaps I'm just fucking bored. 

It might be the latter.

Everyday for the last two weeks I've worked out, you know exercise, and trust me it is a alien and cruel thing to subject yourself through. The act of moving your legs rapidly while not being chased or moving yourself towards the glowing beacon of the fridge is a strange thing indeed. But I'm doing it, and doing it well (which I think is  song). I'm losing weight, and right off the heels of a break up I've decided to take the post-relationship anxiety and emotional questioning and convert them to a positive data type. 

There are many questions I could ask myself, or things I could blame myself for, and learning from my mistakes is definitely still in the cards but these aren't things I'm focused on. With my birthday being next week, and the entirety of my life in question there's a rush to do something and do it now. What exactly? I don't fucking know, IT man IT! 

With or without friends as a crutch and with or without family backing me I'll be doing amazing things this year.  First on the agenda, get in the best shape of my life. It's not a pipe dream, it's something already being realized. Since dragon con of 2010, I've officially lost 20 pounds. 15 of those pounds were in this last month. In short, this summer I'll be reworking my output while remaining Stiver at the core.

Being considered wasted potential is now making me physically ill. The only remedy is kicking ass. 

And when it comes to kicking ass, this aint my first rodeo. 

Been a minute

I have been largely absent from the internet space as of the last two or three weeks, but do not count me as dead or gone. With this blog, I try to keep my personal life from filtering into what I post because that's just not how I want things to go. I post about the thing on my mind, but they're never too personal and mostly geek in nature. The last three weeks have been a roller coaster of things which have prevented me from logging in, and doing what I love, which is talking geek. On a scale, they wouldn't rate too incredibly high when it comes to personal disaster, especially if you're using Japan as a gauge.