Lunch Prep For The Lazy


I grilled some chicken breasts smothered in EVOO and some of Weber Kick N’ Chicken Seasoning. I hard boiled 9 eggs using the best hard boiled egg recipe the world has ever known. Long story short, bring water to a full on boil, gently place the eggs, cook for 11 minutes. Remove the eggs from the boiling water and immediately place them in a bowl full of ice water. Let them sit for 15 minutes. Perfect shape, no green/blue around the yolk, and simple to peel.

I digress…

My point in all this is not to say, look how awesome I am, my point is, if you prep your meals, you get to be lazy. Sure, it may have taken an hour out of my week, but it has provided convenience every other day that week. I wake up, crack an egg and eat. I don’t have to think about it.

Grab a chicken breast (already grilled and separated into baggies.), a pack of frozen veggies, and lunch is ready. My wife makes most of our dinners, so I will eat what ever she cooks. My biggest change is trying not to eat after dinner.

I am eating three squares like I was in jail. No food outside of mess hall time. No snacking, no dessert, no bowl of cereal late at night. Don’t judge, I told you I was fat and that I like to eat.

Image Credit: By Biswarup Ganguly from Howrah, India (Unshelled Chicken Eggs) [CC-BY-SA-3.0 (], via Wikimedia Commons

My First Workout


I finished my first workout last night, and it was surprising how quickly I did it. I was left wanting more. My initial goal was to start off with a 3×5 and work up to a 5×5 workout, but now I am thinking I might jump straight to it. I will know for sure tomorrow when DOMS usually sets in most.

Basic first workout went a little something like this:

  1. 3×5 Squat
  2. 3×5 bench
  3. 3×5 Curls
  4. 3×5 Triceps Extensions
  5. 3×5 single arm rows

I still need to take measurements, photos, and a few other details, but so far I feel like I am off to a good start.

Oh, and this isn’t my real first workout, that was years ago, this is the first weightlifting workout in a long time.

“Weightlifting,” © 2004 filmingilman, used under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs license.

Food and I are not friends


Okay, I am lying, we are soul mates and we simply can not stay apart…

I weighed myself this morning. Empty stomach. Naked. Nailed 256 lbs on the dot. I have a long way to go. Thing is, weight is a horrible way to determine if you are successful. What I need to do is record my body fat percentage with a Skin Fold Caliper. I could be 256 lbs of solid muscle or super tall or fat or have 8 little people dressed like vikings on my back pretending I am a viking ship on my way to the new land. My point is that weight is a bullshit measurement.

My goal weight is under 200, but … My real goal is to loose the gut and third chin, get strong as hell, and stop all the friggin aches and pains that come from being out of shape. The old person aches and pains, you know the football injuries, the falling off the ramp skateboarding injuries, the stage dive into the pit type injuries from living. Those I can accept and wear like a badge of honor. The ones I have issue with are the sore legs, the tight hips, achy knees, popping ankles.

My first order of business is to eat less and exercise more. Sounds simple. Except…

I kind of have a thing for food.

I have a thing for the kind of food my doctor says is bad for me. Stack of pancakes? Yes, Please! Italian Beef Sandwich? Sure! Biscuits and Gravy? Do you need to ask? Country Fried Steak smothered in gravy, with a side of bacon, hash browns, sausage… did I mention bacon? You want to chase that with a chocolate malt?

Now I am hungry … dammit.

I am switching from Cream and Sugar to straight black coffee. I will no longer eat after dinner. By my calculations, I should lose 2 pounds a week. Hit my goal weight without exercise April 2nd. But I need the exercise. I need to lift heavy objects and grunt “Hulk Smash” every time I drop the bar from a beautifully executed Clean and Jerk. I need to grow my muscles, and to do that I need the right amount of calories. I need lots of protein.

Two hard boiled eggs for breakfast. Grilled chicken breast for lunch. Some kind of meat for dinner. Vegetables at all meals. Some fruit. Maybe, just maybe once a month I will eat an unhealthy stack of pancakes.  I can dream.


Photo by smittenkittenoriginals, used with Creative Commons License

Strong Like Bane


Strong like Bane was going to be the original title of this blog. But, I don’t want to get sued by DC, so I didn’t use it. Though I think that would have been a kick ass name for a site like this.

This site will log my journey to fitness. To strength. After reading Meet Staci last night, I decided what I wanted to do. I want to get back into power lifting after several years of sitting on my ass.

Since January 2000, I have held a full time desk job.

In May of 1999 I blew my knee out climbing a telephone pole. At the time I weight 165 lbs. I had surgery, and sort of used that as an excuse to not stay in shape. At the same time I quiet smoking. At first I worked with older women that baked a lot. It’s really hard to say no to pineapple upside-down cake.

As the years went on, and the hours increased, so did the weight. I went from an active physical job to one where I stare at code for 10+ hours a day. Mix that with my love for coffee with lots of creamer and sugar, sweets and fried food was a disaster. I am now a plump 254 lbs.

In other words, in the last 14 years, I have gained 89 pounds.

Time For A Change

Tomorrow is the start of something new. I am switching my diet, and starting to lift again. I am not kidding myself into thinking I can do a 400 lbs squats, and 600 lbs deadlifts. I am starting slow, with a set of dumbbells and a bench.

I know my muscles and connective tissue need to go at it slow for a couple weeks. Eventually I will increase weight until I can get back into powerlifting.

Between strength training, and a proper diet, I hope to loose the fat, and gain strength. I hope to feel better. If nothing else, if I could just feel better, I would be golden.

Being Fat Sucks

People look at you funny, or not at all. They treat you differently. That part isn’t so bad because I really have never been a fan of people anyway. What sucks is the pain in my feet and ankles, my knees, my back. That I have trouble sleeping, and it effects the way I think.

Enough said, I am on my way to get the bench and dumbbells. After that, I am prepping my meals for the week. I plan on doing before photos, and measurements later today.

Have you made a life change like this? Been thinking on it? Tell me about it in the comments below.