I am constantly amazed at how many variations of "Eat Less, Move More" there are in the "Diet" section of the bookstore. Diet books make MILLIONS of dollars each year. Millions and millions...
But, each one of knows exactly what we should be doing. Yesterday I posted 10 thinks I KNOW I should be doing, 10 things that will help me lose weight, 10 things that work, yet I don't do them. Why?
Yesterday I argued, with a friend, that real change does not happen until a person believes the goal is worth achieving, and believes that they can reach the goal in a reasonable manner.
Where does that leave us with weight loss?
Goals must be realistic.
Weight Watchers, and others, used 1% of your body weight as a weekly goal.
I can not expect to eat "perfectly" every day. We all slip, binge, get discouraged.
It took a long time to put on the weight, it will take a long time to take off the weight. If it takes a year to lose the weight, it seems like a long time, but you are going to live better and longer, and happier because of this first year.
Goals must be measurable
Weight is the most commonly used measure is not a bad place to start, but...
Inches is also a good measure, though it takes longer to see progress.
Get on the scale once a week, at the same time, in the same outfit (naked) on the same scale.
Put on your "skinny" jeans, a skirt you like, but can't wear, or a blouse that is too tight once a week, you will start to see changes in how your clothes fit.
Take a weekly picture. Dress in as little as possible, put the camera in the same place, take one pictures a week, KEEP THEM SECURE, and be patient. Progress will show itself over time, and you can look at the pictures as motivation.
Body Fat is a good measure if it is done right. Go to your doctor, tell him your plans, have him measure you, and then go back in 6 months.
Goals must have an end date
A target weight, a dress size, a new pair of slacks, skinny jeans, one less chin... something to celebrate.
The best goals have a time limit and definable end result. "I will lose 10 pounds in 2 months, and then keep it off for 2 more"
Sub-goals and check points keep us on track. 10 pounds in 2 months means 5 pounds in 1 month or 1.25 pounds per week. Progress is never a straight line, but the trend should be obvious and, hopefully, consistent.
Progress must be recorded.
Write down your weight each week
Draw a graph, use Excel, do something to see your progress.
Journal, write, blog, what ever, but record what you eat, how you feel, and use it to stay focused. I'm journaling in public on this blog, but privacy is fine too. But, you have to write it down to make it real.
OK, enough for now, time to work, time to keep my job...
All right, I know that MadTV has been off the air forever, but I was looking around for their iPad parody, which EVERYONE is posting, and came across this sketch and laughed my butt off in my office at work.
But, besides being funny, it says a lot about the state of porn in America.
It assumes that they audience (young, middle class, mostly white, tech saavy) all watch porn
Enough porn to know what gang-bang porn looks like (multiple partners)
Comfortable with gay porn enough to think this is funny by substituting a man for a woman
The big finish is 2 men kissing, which shows you how much TV standards have changed in the past few years.
This is not a comment on gay porn vs. straight, or anything like that, but it shows that the writers for this demographic make some pretty strong assumptions about their fan's porn habits. Many writers have commented on the "Pornification" of modern culture, and this just struck me as a good example.
I'd go deeper, but you get the thrust of the article, and I'll delay the climax until I've made a more penetrating analysis.
Due to a bad job of packing last night, I ended up going commando after the gym this morning. I love the idea for beautiful women who are groomed just right, have hips I'd like to explore, and are dressed to highlight their choice, but for me?
I'm not sure if anyone needs my junk, as impressive as it is, swinging in the breeze on a Thursday morning. As a confirmed boxer-brief kind of guy (I like them snug and long and simple), it feels odd to be unencumbered, just floating there, all dressed up with no where to go, homeless.....
It's good in theory, and is working well today, but the temperature is only 55 outside and so there's no sweat factor, and since I have no meetings, I don't have to worry about hiding the random woodie that I'm sure will pop up during the day.
So ladies, keep up the good work, stay groomed, stay bare, keep our minds racing.
Guys? Let's keep things under control. As they say, "This is a family restaurant, keep the mouse in the house."
Of course it's not budging, I'm still eating crap.
A friend of mine is starting his weight loss efforts on February 1. I've agreed to go along with him. Strength in numbers, I guess.
I need to do something. A friend is investigating the "Clean Eating" diet, I know all about Weight Watchers and points and flexpoints and bonus points, I've read and followed Atkins, and a couple of others.
Here is what I should be doing...
No chocolate at work
No Hot Chocolate with whipped cream while I'm waiting for the bus ($3.75 and calories I don't need)
Only 1 muffin on Muffin days @ work (the are very yummy and come on Tuesdays and Thursdays)
Bring my lunch to work 3 times a week
No "bonus" meals, either late at night or on the way home from work.
Workout 5 times a week, that means Saturday if I slack off during the week.
Drink more water
Get more sleep - Be in bed before 11:00 PM four nights a week (this will be very tough)
No eating after 10:00 PM, unless it's my low-fat popcorn snack
Keep blogging to get encouragement from my wonderful friends.....
Occasionally I get to work from home and "remote" in to my office. Today was just such a day. The planets all aligned, the kids were in school and had after-school activities, my wife and son would be out of the house all day, and I would have the house to myself. And, I had a dentist appointment at 9.
With nothing on my calendar before the dentist, I woke up early and went to the gym, like I do most days, but with jeans in my bag instead of slacks, and a t-shirt instead of a long sleeved, buttoned-down corporate uniform.
I started with a cycling class. The instructor is new and kept bragging about being a triathlete, not just a triathlete, but an IronMan triathlete, complet with bad "Ironman" watch logo tatoo (but in black with just enough of the wrong shape to tell you he drew it himself). His music was good, very good, and his energy level was high and I worked my butt off, but I can't stop laughing at his cheerleader persona and his "you are all champions!!" schtick. 45 minutes of him was plenty.
After class I lifted weights for 20 minutes (abs, back, and chest), then got on the treadmill for 20 (5 minutes each at 4,5, 6 and 7 MPH, and then I hit the pool for 20. Unfortunately, on Monday, I sat on my goggles as I pulled myself out of the pool and on to the ledge. I spent 10 minutes trying to get the lens back in and sealed so it didn't leak too much. I didn't fix the whole leak, but I was able to do 20 good minutes, just 2 laps at a time.
I didn't weigh in at the gym, their scale is not my "official" one anyway, but I've felt good all day, and only cheated a bit when I got a handful of semi-sweet chocolate chips from our freezer, and I fully intend to eat a few M&MS from my stash in the car on my way out tonight.
It felt good to stay in the gym for a long time, and, if Ididn't look too hard, I looked pretty good in the mirror from the ribs up.
The instructor said that just being in class made us "champions", his word of the day. Sometimes I think that's just a bunch of crap, but I've always thought, and said, that anyone in the gym gets 2 bonus points on teh 1-10 scale just for being there, and I've always promised myself that I would never make fun of anyone who was at the gym, be they 50 or 500 pounds. Now, if I see them at the all-you-can-eat buffet later than night, I reserve the right to tease them until they cry, but that's just me being "helpful."
My eating was pretty good, for me, today. English muffin, scrambled egg with cheese and ham for breakfast, steak and onion sandwich and ranch salad for lunch Tonight is left-over night for dinner, so it will be chili, chiken burritto, or curry. I'm hoping for the curry. and, i got in all my drinking for the day, so right now, I've got to go pee.
I know that an etiquette column is about as far from my "normal" posts as possible, but I saw this and was so on-board that I wanted to put it up myself.
I absolutely HATE the trend that is taking over the mommy-world, of multiple showers for each baby. Now, don't get me wrong, I love babies, I love moms, I love how babies are made, I love the whole thing, and few things are sweeter than a group of friends getting together to help jump start the mommies-to-be with their first stroller, a bunch of ugly onesies, a cute dress or two, and enough bottles and nipples to supply a baby-fetish convention.
BUT! Stop it already. Baby #1 deserves a blow-out and I'm all for it, but then I'm done. I am not throwing you another party because you got drunk and forgot your birth control. I am not buying you your 2nd stroller because you ego needs another boost after the first one stopped being cute. I'm certainly not buying you more baby clothes when I've offered box after box, 3-kids worth, of barely used and still usable outfits just because they don't come from Baby Gap or Saks. Bite me.
I'll buy them an outfit for their first birthday. I'll drive 2 hours to see their 1st baseball game, I'll even stand in as a god-father if you would just promise to die before I have to pay for their college.
But I should not be forced by guilt to buy you stuff you already have, stuff I offered for free, or stuff that you don't know what to do with anyway. (A $150 baby monitor does not work unless you take it out of the freaking box!!!!)
OK, I'm calming down now........ If you click on the link below you need to scroll to the bottom, but, to save time, I've included the text below.
Q. A friend of mine is in her fifth pregnancy and having a baby shower. I have always gone out and bought nice, thought-out gifts for her, but she saves everything from her previous pregnancies, and I'm still buying expensive gifts for her. As she has never been to a shower in my honor, am I still committed to giving her yet another gift? -- Lizzie Nixon
ROTTENBERG: First of all, your fertile-Myrtle friend is allowed to get pregnant as much as she pleases, but that doesn't mean you have to keep buying expensive gifts for her. I say, once the babies start outnumbering the parents, you can choose to pull back on your gift giving, in terms of the kind of gift you buy or whether you buy one at all.
Of course, if you're going to the shower, you probably don't want to show up empty-handed, but that doesn't mean you have to go out and buy yet another expensive cashmere onesie. You could bring cookies, or a box of clementines, or even just a thoughtful card.
Having said that -- and I know you didn't ask about this, but I can't help myself -- I say that if you don't feel up for attending yet another shower for this person, you have my permission to skip it. I'm even going to go farther out on a limb here to say I think anyone who invites people to five baby showers is in need of some kind of a talking-to.
If you've had enough of these baby showers (and it sounds like you have or you wouldn't be writing me), it's perfectly OK for you to send regrets and best wishes for another healthy baby. At a certain point, there are only so many showers we can all attend in our lives, and it sounds like you've fulfilled more than your quota for this particular friend.
I worked from home on Thursday and ended up taking a half day vacation in order to play with my little boy and let my wife run some errands without him. My job allows me to work from home one day a week and it usually is pretty productive. I am away from distractions, the flirtatious smile of my beautiful administrative assistant, and the bowl of M&Ms that sits right around the corner.
I was supposed to work all day but the afternoon was really just filled up with playing with him, and then my girls got home from school and the rest of the day was toast. I let both of the girls have a friend over for one hour before homework and with four screaming girls, one five-year-old boy, and only one parent, the idea of getting any work done was just laughable.
Friday was a scheduled day off. My wife was supposed to fly out to see some friends for the weekend but all of the rain and snow in the American southwest shut down her destination airport. She spent most of the day arguing with the airline's customer service department about getting credit for her canceled flight applied to a future flight. They told her that they would only give her credit if she booked the "next available" flight.
Well, since the entire airport was shut down due to weather, and the two closest airports were also shut down, and her trip was only 72 hours between takeoff and return, the next available flight would basically put her landing about two hours before she came home. How stupid is that? After talking to three different supervisors, and I believe, the head of the airline, she was able to get her ticket credited to flight in May.
She had planned on working on some crafts with her friends, which is one of the things they do, so I tried to keep her on schedule. I took over running the house so she and my daughter's could work on crafts here at home all weekend. It was a lot of fun to see them in the kitchen, talking and laughing and being creative. Plus, it got me out of cleaning the garage, which was nice because it was freezing cold and rainy all week.
Friday night is movie night at my house and we rented "The wizards of Waverly Place-the movie". It is one of 1 million indistinguishable Disney movies but the saving grace is that it stars Selena Gomez, who is going to be an incredibly beautiful woman. She is total jailbait now, I think she's only 16, but she is going to be a knockout. She has a video on Disney TV in heavy rotation and she already looks like she's 20 and is dangerously cute. My girls, of course, loved the movie, I thought it was awful as a film, but the point is movie night is to have fun and let them pick, so I didn't mind.
Saturday was more crafts, a Girl Scout activity, a trip to the theater for my daughter to see one of her friends in the Nutcracker, and more rain.
Sunday afternoon was spent at my in-laws, and shopping for a new TV for my mother-in-law. I hope that when I go crazy in my old age I won't drive my kids quite as batty as my mother-in-law does. She has lost the inability to make decisions unless she researches everything. She doesn't realize that a 24 inch TV, whether made by Sony, Toshiba, Best Buy, or Panasonic, is all made in the same factory in China with different labels stuck on the front. We shopped for two hours and ended up buying nothing because she wasn't comfortable going with a brand she didn't know.
While the shopping was frustrating it was fun to get the family together and let the cousins all play. When everybody is together there are nine kids playing together and it makes the house noisy, hectic, messy, and fun.
To top off the weekend my wife suggested that we skip watching "Desperate Housewives" and to get to bed early. This is her subtle way of saying that she is up for some sex. Strangely enough, I really wasn't in the mood, even though we haven't had sex for over three weeks because of schedules and illness. She seemed pretty determined and so I went along with it. I have been in a very nonsexual mood lately. But that is for a different post.
I just wanted to say I had a fun weekend, free of stress, no arguments, a good feeling around the house, lots of fun, a movie with popcorn, and good food and sex. I complain a lot on this blog, so I thought I'd better give the week good weekend some visibility as well.
My last line of my Saturday post was "No chocolate" right? HA HA HA HA....
First, my kids ask for chocolate chip pancakes.... and I, of course, give in.
But, after just a couple of sample chips and two pancakes I was able to hold off for the rest of the day, until....
About 6 PM I hear my wife on the phone with a friend of hers. Her friend has a son in the military overseas and she was going to bake him cookies but her stove is on the fritz, so my wife looks at me and says, "Can you make a double batch of chocolate chip cookies tonight?"
It goes without saying that my "no chocolate" pledge was right out the window. I will also tell you that I learned something very interesting, that all of you who bake already know, I am sure, that brown sugar and white sugar behave very differently when making cookies. My first batch, with brown sugar, turned out perfectly, light, fluffy, full of chocolate chips, and about 2 inches across. The next batch, with mostly white sugar, turned out flat and chewy and looked like crepe's with little chocolate lumps.
And yes, the chocolate chips were liberally tasted, tested, and yummy.
The good news was that when I got done with my abs and swim workout this morning, even after a long weekend, I was down to 217. Now, most of that can be water weight, but it's moving the right direction. If I can hold it here for a couple of days, it will be "real"
On January 18, 2010, a blogger-friend posted her final post and deleted all of her work because her secret got out. I won't tell you how it happened, that is not my story to tell, but I already miss her.
Several of my favorite bloggers have gone missing in the past year. Some from neglect, some out of fear of discovery, several from actual discovery, and some from a change of heart, a new vision of who they are and what blogging has brought them.
I have post right now, in my draft folder, that is my farewell post. I wrote it 2 months ago when I was full of spit and vinegar and resolve and self righteousness. It talks about friends and porn and obsession and new leaves and change. But I'm still here, still writing, not as often as before, not as intimate or as angry, but still here, just musing in public, letting my junk air out once in a while.
Why? It's a very self-involved question, trying to analyze and describe our motives to make ourselves look good, seem wise, or be sexier-than-thou. I have cut down my reading list lately. Partly out of a busy schedule, partly because my work servers now block most of the blogs I read, and partly out of sheer exhaustion. Its emotionally draining to read all of the blogs that I used to follow. There is so much pain, drama, hiding, searching, fucking, cuffing, spanking, sucking, crying, losing, finding, fighting,, and seeking that it's hard to handle it all. My life has enough drama on its own.
I have found a lot of friendship, support, excitement, and camaraderie and I appreciate that, I love my friends, my followers make me feel loved, and I do still enjoy blogging, which is why my farewell is still in draft. And, having re-read it, should probably be deleted, because the reasons that drove me to write it have changed.
My life is more under control, obsessions have been tamed, some habits broken, my heart is a little calmer, my penis a little sleepier, and the drama-meter is back in the green.
I will, I do, miss the musings and pictures from Sweet Elle Next Door. She was not only an HNT favorite, but a funny writer, a pleasant spot on my blog-tour each morning. It was refreshing to hear her write of a handsome and loving husband, good sex, and wonderful kids. We should all be so lucky.
See? This post was supposed to be about her and the problem with keeping secrets and balancing a private and public persona but it turned in to another blog about me. How boring is that? Ugh.
But now my time is done and I have to move on, maybe tomorrow. I miss you Elle, really.
I worked from home on Thursday and had a vacation day on Friday and I've not been eating well. I'm still not in the mindset of eating differently so, of course, the scales won't change. I understand that it takes a while to see real changes, and a week isn't enough time, but I'm just not doing anything differently.
Like the other day, I got a burger while running errands, not only was it $5 I didn't need to spend, but I bought it 2 hours before dinner. Last night, I was making a run to buy Chinese food and I almost stopped in to 7-11 to get a hot dog (don't judge me, the actually taste pretty good).
These "bonus" meals are a horrible habit, I know, it's all part of having healthy alternatives and just some simple will power. I should force myself to put on my grey slacks every day as a reminder, they fit 10 pounds ago, but not any more....
A friend of mine is getting back from a 2-month vacation soon and I wanted to be down 10 pounds before she saw me again, but that's not going to happen.
I'm still just eating too much chocolate and my workout routine has been the worst. a couple of half-hearted pool workouts, a good cycle class where I felt really tired because of the lack of any other workout, and not a single good run in over 2 weeks.
Today is Saturday and I'm home for the weekend which I love, I just need to stop hitting the chocolate chips and M&Ms.
So, today's promise - NO CHOCOLATE, just to prove that I can do it.
Robin, at "The life of a little sex addict" asked her readers for questions. I submitted 10 that I thought were intresting and she was brave enough to answer them all.
As I start writing down all of the food that I eat, and think about why I am eating it, I realize that I eat because I'm bored. My job is boring and there is a bowl of Peanut M&Ms just 25 steps away from my office.
Before Easter a friend of mine gave up drinking for Lent, I'm not Catholic but agreed to support her and so I gave up chocolate for 40 days. I made it through without M&Ms, cookies, hot chocolate, candy bars, nothing. I was perfect for 40 days. But, I didn't lose any weight, so have to be realistic about that part.
Oh well, here is the morning intake, I'll update it later with my whole day.
Today is my ex-girlfriend's birthday. And when I mean "Ex" I'm talking high school sweetheart material. She was the first women that I considered marrying. Not in a serious way, but in that dreamy "What if" kind of thinking that happens as you drive home from the city and she falls asleep on your shoulder kind of way. She was a beautiful brunette, one of the prettiest women I have ever been with. To this day she ranks in the top 5 of all the women that I've been with.
She was a high school drill team captain. Not a cheerleader with the cheerleader attitude, but drill team tough, one of the girls who could dance, lead, do her own choreography, design team outfits, and work as hard as the rest of us in the band. Now don't make fun, being in our band was WORK. We were consistently one of the top 10 bands in our region, marching in competitions and parades every summer and fall. We worked hard, played well, and kicked band-nerd ass in competition. OK, you can make fun a little.
She was a fantastic, if shy, kisser, and loved to hold hands and walk and laugh together. She was a good girlfriend, happy, almost no drama, honest, cute, funny, and had great friends and wonderful parents.
We dated for a year before I had to leave for school and the relationship, like most at that age, couldn't survive the long-distance challenge. When I got back from being away she had been dating another guy for a while and we just never gelled again. It was heart breaking at the time and I remember being obsessed with powder blue VW bugs for a couple of year, always looking to see if she was the driver.
Every January 20th, I think of her, the way she smelled, how she looked in her drill team uniform, the radiant smile, her slim strong legs, her sweet personality, her faith, her openness. I miss her as we miss all first and lost loves. I lost touch with her not long after we stopped dating and I understand that she married the guy she was dating while I was gone.
I spent the afternoon re-reading old e-mails from a 'friend.' She was funny and cute and athletic and sexy as hell and just had my mind wrapped 100% around her little finger.
She cut our relationship off to preserve her sanity since I was (am) married and she was not. Her logic was that if anyone fell in love it would be her that got hurt first.
A slice of PB&J toast before the bus, 2 muffins at work instead of one, still hitting the M&Ms, but dang they are good.
Choir practice tonight means I will eat early and get hungry later. Danger zone.
Didn't make it to the gym because of too much wasted time on-line, didn't eat lunch until 2:00, only ate soup, yummy, though cold by the time I ate it. Salad still in fridge, soup doesn't fill me up.
I hate the idea of going back to being hungry all the time like before. I really hate that part.
Bought a new scale for weighing in at office - 219
After a challenging day of eating at work, yesterday the evening didn't get any better. I know that I can be an emotional eater and after dinner (left over pasta with meatballs, 2 slices of tri-tip, and a salad), I had an argument with the wife over some errands I had run earlier and had to go back out again.
I wasn't very full but knew i shouldn't eat anymore, but I had some Peanut M&Ms in the glove box which were meant for work, and I somehow found myself with a McDonald's hamburger and small fry in my hand. Curse them and their $1 menu.
I need to get in the mind set of not using food to fill time, to relieve stress, to feel better, or to replace sex. It's just not worth it.
I know it was an awful eating day for the first day of a weight loss blog, but that's the rebellious idiot in my coming out. Today I will be better.
Today I have my gym stuff to go to cycling class at lunch where hopefully I will see all of my favorites and make the workout worth while.
Also, i bought a new scale that I will be keeping at my desk at work, and luckily I have a door that locks so i can weigh in naked..... :-)
If anyone has success stories, frustrations, suggestions, anything that has helped or held you back, let me know via e-mail and we'll get them posted here too.
Eating well during work is a challenge. Today was bad because I had a left over lunch from last week and it turned in to breakfast. The challenge at home is avoiding the bonus meals after dinner. We eat early (around 6) because the kids go to bed at 8, but by 11:00PM I'm hungry again.
Peanut butter and apricot jam is mighty tasty after 10.
Weight loss blogs are incredibly boring and self-centered, but since that is a good description of me, why not start one now?
I'm 45 years old, an ex-athlete who's trying to stay in shape, a dad who's trying to keep up with his kids, and a runner who hates the idea that his body is starting to betray him. Growing old sucks, seriously.
I'm not going to make any promises about the frequency of these postings, but if anyone wants to follow-along, feel free.
So, it's January 18, 2010. I weighed 219 at the gym today after my swim and my weight lifting. My goal is 205, so that's 14 pounds, or almost 10% of my body weight. Ugh.
4 years ago I had great success with Weight Watchers when our company sponsored meetings in our building and a bunch of friends signed up together. We all attended together, compared notes, kept each other honest, and we all lost weight. I got down to 195, the lowest since I lived overseas in the land of no sweets and $12.00 peanut butter.
I'm going to use this blog as my own food and workout journal, I won't be doing deep thoughts on food and the relationship is has with our inner child, the breast-feeding issues of a deprived, male, or why I think that M&Ms represent love, or any of that crap, probably, but I will try to be honest and interesting, though some of my posts will be brief.
So here are the opening stats.
Height - 5' 10" Weight - 219 Age - 45.25
Standard Workout Week Indoor Cycling - 2-3 times, including one session where I teach Running - 1-2 times a week, just coming off some medical work on my legs, need to get back on the road. Swimming- 2-3 times a week, 20-30 minutes Weight Lifting - (hate it!!!) but 2 times a week, right now it's mostly chest and abs stretching - never Yoga - never Pilates - never Step/Dance aerobics - what, is this the 80's?
My BMI = 31.4 I don't give a lot of importance to the BMI ratings. It rates me as OBESE and I'm not. Even if i got down to a slim version at 200, or even back to 195 I'm still listed as overweight. The "Ideal" weight for a 5'10" 45 year old male is 132 - 174 lbs. Are you freaking kidding me? You want me to lost 80 pounds?, even 50 pounds would put me in the psych ward for starvation risk.
When I got down to 195 I had several people ask me if I was sick. Forget that.
My goal weight of 205 is manageable, with a long term goal of maybe 200.
But, enough of that.
I see this blog having 3-4 types of posts Food Log - the crap I eat and why Workout Reports - the stuff I do Commentary - blah blah blah Pictures - I challenged a friend to take a picture of herself every week for 6 months. I might do that and post it, just to scare you all away.
I'll admit that I read all of the Twilight books, all 4, and actually had a good time reading them. They were fun to read as "Bus books" which means that they were engaging, moved along the story at a good clip, and didn't require me to pay too much attention.
The movies suck. No bones about it, but I have to thank the casting director for bringing us Ashley Green.
A few days ago, one of my favorite bloggers, Ms. Scarlett, posted an entry about a phone, a conversation, and getting caught. It was a mess, and she describes it in detail at the link below.
But it got me thinking. Most of us in this little corner of the blogosphere are doing things in secret. Some of us keep secrets from our spouse, our children, our pastor, our dads, our moms, certainly our sisters, and probably our .....well....everybody. And most of us have been doing it for a long time.
I've been masturbating since I was about 11, and tried to hide it from my mom. I thought I was sooo sneaky, but years later I realized I wasn't fooling anyone, especially not the woman who changed my sheets, flipped my mattress, and must have seen the evidence of my "hidden" past time. Hint to the 14-year olds reading this blog, a cum filled tissue stuck between the mattress and box springs leaves a stain, an obvious one at that.
While I never cheated on my girlfriends while dating, I've had extra-maritial relationships since being married. I guess this makes sense since you can't have a extra-marital relationship before you get married, duh. And, all during my marriage, I have enjoyed porn. Lots of it sometimes, very little at others, but usually a little every week probably.
My wife has walked in on me three times in 17 years with porn on the screen, and this summer I accidentally sent her a link to a photo when I really meant to send her a link to a news story. Oops.
So I was busted, and she was pissed.
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I was putting together an e-mail for a friend and was copying links to some of my favorite pictures. I finished her e-mail, closed GMAIL, relogged in as my "real" name, and sent a note to my wife. I thought I send this link, but actually sent this one.
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So I've been busted, what about you?
Whether is was a lover with an unprotected cell phone, a voice mail ("uh, it's me, Tiger, can you take my name out of your phone..."), a love letter, an open door that should have been locked....
What happened, tell us your story, leave a link let us know....
Nothing too exciting today. It's Sunday afternoon and I had a few minutes to myself so I thought I'd drop a note here. I'm not big on New Year's resolutions. In fact, in year's past I would surf for porn, jerk off, swear a lot, eat too much, and skip the gym or church (depending on the day of the week), just to remove the pressure of having a perfect year in anything that mattered.
So what do I want to accomplish this year? Here are some possible answers....
Get a new job
Learn to play banjo
Run another marathon
Buy a bike and do a 100 mile ride
Finally finish my Christmas story, get it illustrated, and ready for submission.
Finish a first draft of my dragon novel.
Take a family vacation that gets me out of state (no more Disneyland or Sea World for me)
Lose 15 pounds (how pathetic)
Be able to to 15 pull-ups
Do something musical 5 times a week (practice piano/banjo/learn a new song/write lyrics)
Read more for fun
Do a better job at work
Get my admin naked... (goals are supposed to be a challenge, right?)
So, I don't know what I'm going to do this year. All or none of the above, who knows....
I hope that everyone has a fantastic 2010. A year that finds us healthy, fit, happy, and content. A year that brings us new joy and old pleasures. A year that brings jobs to those in need, food to those in want, and smiles to those who frown.
Let's hope that 2010 is full of the things we didn't get (enough of) this year, sex, love, joy, simple happiness, quiet nights at home, long hugs at the door way, and peaceful moments just holding hands.
I love all of you who stop by and say hi, who read my blog and tell me I'm full of crap, as well as those who wrap me in your cyber-arms and help me feel better.
Have a wonderful year everybody!!!
A54
(I know this isn't as "deep" as I wanted it to be, but my little boy is squirming on my lap and wanting to search for Power Rangers videos on YouTube.... It's going to be fun year with him at least....)
