Nothing to fear but McDonalds...

In early December, I was conned into joining Weight Watchers at Work while I was still at Dominican University. I did it half out of coercion and half because I needed to haul my rotund butt into a meeting. Now, I know many people who have lost on this program, so I figured what the hell. I am six credit hours short of two masters degrees, I'm pretty successful at my life, I can do this. Through the gauntlet of December, including a trip to Hawaii, two holidays and a week on the couch for surgery in early January, I was able to lose ten pounds.

Cut to me switching jobs, working in the department our boss calls "the place where diets go to die", and way too many delicious loop lunch options in the area (my commentary on the evil empire of Chipotle yet to come...stay tuned). Today was my first WW meeting back after starting at DePaul. The weigh in wasn't as bad as it could have been, but let's just say I packed back on half of what I lost. Water under the bridge, I assured myself as I grabbed the weekly and finished the meeting. I walk to the elevator all pumped, much the way you would after a great first date or an awesome work out - I was M-O-T-I-VATED! The elevator door opens and what do I see, a man with a McDonalds bag. Not only did he not realize the elevator opened on the floor of a WW meeting, but I was so hungry that I started hallucinating him to be Mayor McCheese, just like in the cartoons. If God indeed does exist, she has a sick sense of humor. Needless to say, I made it down from the 22nd floor without smothering Mayor McCheese in Fancy Ketchup and going to town...

Today was day two of the Couch to 5K training program. Gotta say, I like it so far. I committed to myself to haul to good ole' Cheetah Gym in Andersonville three times a week with a bonus day on the weekend if I get off the couch. Now, I've never been a gym fan (color you surprised, right?) so to make the time pass, I'd like to introduce two blog segments on the gym:

 The HAM of the Day

Simply put, HAM stands for Hot Ass Mess. The greater the mess, the more that comes on the plate. A simple HAM sandwich is mild, but the HAM sandwich which killed Mama Cass (from the Mama's and the Papa's) is just insanity.

The HAM of the Day goes to my friend who I'll call "Stampy". If you've ever seen The Simpsons, in one episode Bart Simpson has a pet elephant who he names Stampy. At the gym, "Stampy" is the man who runs so fast and hard on the treadmill, the entire place shakes. As a matter of fact, the place shakes so bad, you'd think you walked into a Slim Fast commercial. It can't be good on his joints, he's not impressing anyone, and I can hear him over the disco on my iPod. Rock on Stampy...Rock on.

 

The Daily JAM

Need a good song for the iPod? Each gym trip, I'll give you the song which kept me from tossing the dumbbell in disgust. Today's JAM is "Mr. Big Stuff" by Jean Knight. When you're about to give up on the plank, just think..."Who do you think you are?" Oooooh Yeah!

Until tomorrow, my friends.

TK