John's Blog - Random Acts
Isn't it odd how you can talk about something really obscure or infrequent and then, almost immediately after you do so, it happens. Just two days ago, Buffy and I were talking about this flock (rafter) of turkeys that used to show up all the time in our front yard, but which we hadn't seen for at least a year, maybe two.... and then... BAM. I guess they don't like flash cameras though. Perfect timing though... eh?? *gets gun*
Don't get the impression that I'm a slouch but I, in a spur of the moment sort of way, decided to go on a very low calorie diet (1000 a day, ketosis diet, medifast products) two months ago, that would last for either eight weeks or fourty pounds, whatever came first. I thought 40 was unrealistic, but what the hell.
First of all, before the inevitable "all you need to do is exercise and eat right" comments... I do exercise 5-6 days a week, about 50% weights and 50% cardio for some time. However, as soon as this frickin' heat hit, lifting weights became a dicey proposition as my weights are set up in my garage. I also eat pretty well... at least 5 days of the week... but on the weekends I drink to excess, and my portions have been creeping up. I haven't actually gained any weight for a couple years, but between lifting weights (which adds weight) and drinking on the weekends, I wasn't losing any either.
Now, that said, losing weight was not a critical thing, in fact some relatives initially considered this a frivolous adventure, but I was concerned about long-term health and in no way want to be like one of the stereotypical state employees who waddle up to the cafeteria every morning for a full course breakfast. Also, I was getting some 'old-age pains' like a perpetually sore left knee... most of these are now gone with the loss in weight.
So, no alcohol, dairy, pasta, etc. for eight weeks... Yesterday was the last day of the diet, and now I have about 10 days of getting off of the diet.
Damage: 8 weeks, 35.6 pounds down.
I made a chart because I like numbers.
Now, the advice people give about diets is 'don't weigh yourself everyday, you'll only get discouraged.' This is true, I often did, but I still found it fascinating. I'd weigh myself many times a day just to see the effect of things, like doing 45 minutes of cardio (potential loss of 2 pounds), sleeping, taking a dump, etc. In any particular day, my weight could vary by up to four pounds. Granted, this may be partially the scale's fault. So, these weights are a bit flaky (e.g. note that it shows I gained almost a pound and a half in the last day -- doubtful), it's the trend line that is probably important.
Also, for reference, a rough guide to the ups and downs in the past.
Nov 1989: 195 pounds
Nov 1990: 220 pounds (post-Bader Senate Campaign)
Nov 1992: 240 pounds (post- Bush I campaign)
Nov 1996: 260-265 pounds (post first year in Sacramento)
Nov 2005: 235
I don't watch an exceptional amount of TV, but it seems like every other time I do, I hear a joke or comment deriding the wearing of socks with sandals. If popular media is an indicator, this is clearly the largest fashion blunder since Jesus Christ tried wearing a blood red sash with brown sandals. THE BELT MUST ALWAYS MATCH THE SHOES!!!
Socks and sandals are an easy score as a target for sitcom mirth. In fact, according to my unscientific statistics the top five ways for sitcoms to get the canned laughs are:
1. Implying how stupid George Bush is
2. Bashing Republicans (usually because they're all allegedly Christian or destroying all our 'freedoms')
3. Bashing Christians (usually because they're all allegedly 'anti-gay')
4. Bashing Tom Cruise (many reasons)
5. Bashing people who wear socks with sandals
I have a confession to make. I usually wear socks with sandals. Not white socks!! ... perish the thought... but socks none-the-less. My thing is gray socks... I have something like 10 pairs of the same gray athletic socks from Eddie Bauer.
Generally, I can't stand the feel of most sandals against the bottom of my feet. Maybe it's because I have really dry skin on the bottom of my feet (unproven) but I usually cringe or bite my bottom lip when I rub the bottom of my toes against that sort of texture. I put a sock on and I get a warm comfy feeling.
My toes are monkey long too. My second toe is probably over two inches long. If I trained hard enough, I could probably type with them (if only that damn little toe wasn't so useless). I'm not embarrased about that, I actually think it's pretty cool, but maybe that's why they're uncomfortable in sandals (too much freedom). It would probably freak people out too, if they actually looked. They are fine specimens though.
I'd rather go barefoot than wear sandals without socks.... but sometimes barefoot is not appropriate.
Maybe it's a genetic thing. Oddly enough, my dad wears socks with sandals too, and this is a guy who would have no problem whatsoever going through life naked. His thing is bright red socks though.. the only color socks he wears. One reason, Nebraska, but perhaps another reason is that he knows people are gonna make fun of him wearing socks with sandals anyway, so he might as well flaunt it.