I lost four and a half pounds in one night!
It's true. But it's not the way to do it. I ate a bad burger. It was most unpleasant for 24 hours, and kind of gross for another 24. I'm feeling much better now, but wow. Not good.
Mostly I'm mad because I couldn't go to the gym. (Trust me. I couldn't go.)
As you may recall, gentle reader, my wife and I had twins eight months ago. Everything is going well, and it's all been fun and interesting (and exhausting). My wife and I have made a commitment to ourselves, each other, and the babies, to drop some more weight. Aside from the obvious life-insurance type issues, we really don't want to be the girls' fat parents.
Part of this is that we want to blend into the background when the kids' friends think about parents. We don't want to be the twins' fat mom and fat dad. Being a kid is bad enough. People will find lovely ways to mock them, I have no doubt. But we don't want to give ammunition to jerky kids.
We also want to be able to do things with the kids--things involving movement. My wife and I are not naturally athletic types, but we wish we were. Plus, chasing the kids around is not going to be easy while carrying a bunch of extra weight. I want to play with them without being too winded or worn out to be a fun dad.
Finally, we want the kids to like to move. I work with a guy who is in great shape and always has been. Genes are what they are, but he likes to move. I saw him one Monday and asked him what he did over the weekend. He told me that on Sunday, he'd gone for a run in the morning and then surfed all afternoon. He's just gone running for fun. Seriously. I would love to feel like that about exercise. I'm to the point where I miss exercise when I don't do it. But I'm not to "fun" yet. Maybe someday. And I'll absolutely fake it to get my girls interested.
Here they are: