Sunday, April 24, 2011

none too happy

Seems my weight loss initiative has died and gone to fat heaven . . .

After four weeks of rigorous exercise and “trying” to eat less, I’ve only lost a grand total of four pounds . . .

. . . that, my friends, sucks.

I have kept track and have not consumed more than 2000 calories per day.

My Final Solution.

Look to history for some lessons learned.

And by history, I mean Leningrad, 1942.

The average citizen was eating only 300 calories a day . . . granted, most of them were dying in the streets of starvation, but they were looking much thinner than they had in 1940.

It was a ghastly time in history and I’m not making light of that horrible situation . . . but what I learned from reading about it is this - if you want to lose weight, you need to pretty much eat next to nothing.

And so, in my “gotta-have-a-plan-mentality” I’m adopting an altered Leningrad starvation diet commencing this very day and for the future.

I know, it’s Easter Sunday, the day when you are supposed to gorge on chocolate and turkey and mashed potatoes and gravy and stuffing and pie . . . well, not me.

Even though all of these things will be offered up to me in vast quantities, I’m not touching any of it . . . Well, okay a tiny, and I mean very tiny, portion of turkey and accompanying treats - But that will be it!

Can you tell I’m getting frustrated by my lack of success.

Now, don't get me wrong, I am feeling much stronger and my tongue hangs only half-out during tennis instead of dragging full-out on the clay courts now, but that, I'm afraid, is just not good enough.

My official Tennis Instructor course starts this Friday night and I plan on being few pounds lighter then than I am right now.

Okay, enough obsessing over my never diminishing bulk. I’ll get on to other things . . . like how I haven’t played, or ran, a good game of D&D is way too long.

I’ve got the urge to construct a module and torture some friends once more just like the good old days of gaming past.

Arkham Horror seems to have totally displaced the old D&D pen and paper game with our gaming group . . . which is a bit sad.

I may need to do something about this very soon.

Well, I’m off to play two hours of tennis so I must away. And no, I’m not eating any chocolate no matter how much is screams at me to consume it.

LaLaLaLalalalalalalalalala . . . I can’t hear you, chocolate!

Until next Sunday . . .

Sunday, April 17, 2011

tipping the scales

Remember all that griping about eating less, exercising more and seeing absolutely no change in my bulk?

Well . . . it seems this morning I’m seeing a difference to the tune of 6.8 lbs of mass shed.

Yes, this makes me happy.

Yes, but it’s also taken three weeks of intensive exercising (5 days out of 7) and eating right (7 days out of 7) to achieve this.

But those sacrifices brought me 6.8 lbs closer to my ultimate goal of losing a total of 21.8 lbs. Once achieved, I’m going to feel good about stepping onto the tennis courts and smacking that yellow fuzzy ball with true confidence and teaching others to do the same.

You see, when I was ranked a 6.0 in tennis I was, well, 26.8 lbs lighter than I was three weeks ago. Now, I’m not silly enough to think I could actually get back to my 19 year old level of fitness and weight, so I’ve added 5 extra pounds to my ultimate fitness weight goal . . . call then experience pounds.

As you know, if you’ve hung around this site at all, I’m very “goal” oriented.

I don’t always make my goal, but I always have one. It’s the carrot hanging in front of my nose that I move towards in hope of a nibble.

Keeps me focused.

Keeps me hungry.

Doesn't keep me from being omnivorous . . .

. . . Anyhow, in pursuing my second career as a Tennis Pro, I’ve been completing pre-course materials for the Tennis Instructor course and learning a few things - like, if you serve the ball and bean it off your opponent’s head, or any other part of him or his equipment, - it’s your point . . .

. . . hey, I don’t make the rules, I just need to learn them and pass them on to others.

As the time grows nearer to this second career, I’m getting more excited about it. And I’ve been playing tennis four times a week which is going a long way to getting my old tennis muscles back . . . as well as few old man aches which I don’t recall getting when I was 19 . . .

Maybe those five extra pounds are aches, and not experience pounds?

Well, today I’m hitting the doubles courts again for a two hour match. I’ve been climbing up that particular club league’s ladder steadily, and if I perform well today I will move on to court 2 of 5 next week. If not, well then it will be right back to following my routine of eating proper foods and exercising.

Until next Sunday . . .

Sunday, April 10, 2011

follow through

Well, it’s all about to change . . .

. . . my life, that is.

I’m all enrolled and ready to go starting April 29th.

For what, you ask?

Why, to become a Tennis Pro, of course.

I know it’s late in life to head in this direction, but I’ve always loved playing the game and spending time on the court in any capacity.

Oh, and by Tennis Pro, I don’t mean I’m joining the men’s ATP tour or anything (the worst of those young guys, blindfolded and hobbled, would clean my clock so fast I wouldn’t even see it coming) No, what I mean by Tennis Pro, is Tennis Instructor.

Second careers are all in vogue these days . . . no?

I’ve had a long time away from cubicle hell now to think this decision over, and I’ve reviewed my tennis history during that time. Over the past 33 years I’ve belonged to 6 tennis clubs, played in many tournaments, house leagues and cross-club leagues. At my first club in Toronto, way back when, I was ranked a 6.0. And, if I may say so, 3 decades plus later, I’m still not half bad.

So, the more I got thinking about it, the more I thought, hey, maybe I should get a job where I can stay in shape smacking balls around, spend time in my favourite place while instilling in others the love of the game.

Tennis is a sport you can play your entire life, which is a huge draw for any person wanting to live an active lifestyle. I know a person, from a previous club, who is 91 years old and still playing. Okay, he may not be the fastest person on the court, but he is on the court! Just awesome, and inspirational I might add.

So, there you have it. I’ll still be writing and dabbling in music creations as a hobby, but my new career will be on the courts helping others find out just how great a game tennis really is.

I suppose I’ll have to change my blog a bit to reflect these new developments. But that is what life is really all about - changes.

On the mundane end of things it looks like we won’t be going down to one car after all. I’ll need a set of wheels to pursue my new career and so I’m starting to look for an inexpensive second car to buzz me back and forth from the local tennis clubs.

I have to tell you that I’m half-excited as well as half-scared. I’ll be in this course with a bunch of teenagers . . . which is okay, I guess, as long as they keep to old man jokes to a minimum.

Until next Sunday . . .

Sunday, April 03, 2011

having balls

Seems like the older I get the more I realize that life really and truly is what you make of it.

It’s been two years and three days since I left cubicle hell, and I’ve enjoyed about every second of my life since leaving that soul-sucking environment.

I’ve read that to recover from burnout, which I had and that’s no joke, you need one month for every year you were working plus nine more months. For me, that would be a total of 29 months. It’s been 24, but the light has come back on at the end of the tunnel.

I shudder to think that if I had given in to peer, family and societal pressures I would still be in that high-paying dud of a job, squatting in my cubicle while my soul leeched away into oblivion. But I chose to make a new life and turned my back on corporate stupidity.

Absolutely the best thing I ever did!

The only other choice I made in my life that was a better one was marrying my wife.

Over the past two free years I’ve had a good while to contemplate my future and what I want to do with it. You see, I’m still a young man (in my mind anyhow) and the opportunities ahead of me are plenty.

So, I’ve spent the past two orbits around the sun away from corporate hell recovering while dabbling in music creation and writing . . . but I’m realizing that my true passion lies elsewhere . . .

Not that I’m going to just drop those activities, but I’m moving on to something I’ve always loved since the age of 13.

No, not girls . . . but a racket sport.


You see, in school I was one of those jocks. Volleyball team, indoor soccer, badminton and tennis. But mostly tennis. No other feeling during sports gives me more pleasure than a good solid smacking of a tennis ball.

So what did I do post high-school? Got my engineering degree . . . see the stupidity here? Actually after first year of Engineering, I applied to another university for Phys-Ed because they had a tennis team. I actually got accepted, was all keen to go . . . and had my parents talk me out of it over the summer break.

Now, not listening to your parents is almost a cliche which leads to bad things, right? Well, in this case, listening to them led to bad things . . . like twenty years of cubicle hell.

Still, I accept the way my life went, but I’m most excited right now because the choices I’m making are entirely my own without outside influence. Nothing else like it I can tell you.

Well, I’ve harped on enough, and all I can say is “things” are developing which I’m really excited about.

Oh, for one, I’ve joined an indoor tennis club and will now be playing year round, for starters.

More to follow in the weeks ahead . . . and yes, I’m playing tennis today and tomorrow. My future looks brighter than ever, and it’s all my doing.

Until next Sunday . . .