I am 323.6 pounds. That sucks that I do not weigh less than that, but it is not all bad news. Yesterday I got on the basketball court, dribbled, ran and shot the ball for the first time in a long while. It felt very good to run up and down the court (by myself) and dribble the ball and make layups again. And by felt very good I mean, "OH GOD I AM SO OUT OF BREATH. WHY DID THEY MAKE THE RIM SO HIGH? I DON'T WANT TO BREAK A LEG ON THIS COURT OUT HERE ALONE! THIS WAS SO MUCH EASIER WHEN I WAS YOUNGER!" Besides the wheezing, I really enjoyed it and bouncing a ball and moving was special yesterday.
I am incorporating more activities into my weight loss; things I can do with my wife and kids. I love walking and playing basketball so while the weather is nice those will be my main activities. With winter coming (no House Stark-o) I have to come up with some fun indoor exercises to get me moving and keep me interested. I have to eat fewer calories, and burn many more calories so now I have to get to work!
Always the Black Pirate...always:
A similar thing happened with riding a bike. My parents tried to teach me to ride a bike, I fell a few times and then decided that bike riding wasn't for me. See..the way my body was designed was not symetrical to the shape of most bikes therefore I had to sit down and read a comic book to work on my eye muscles. Then I saw my sister riding a bike and I am not quite sure, but I think she may have been popping wheelies and doing handstands that first time. Either that or that is what I imagined she was doing since I thought bike riding was impossible. I was determined to ride a bike just like my sister did no matter what.
Actual picture of the first time my sis' rode a bike:
No matter what meant I fell on my ass every chance I had. I was finding new ways to fall off of a bike. Sideways, forward, backwards, upside down, reverse cowgirl...I think that last one was not a typical falling off of bike position but I was an innovator. It hurt to fall off that bike, but what hurt worse was my pride since I was the only person in our house who did not know how to ride.
Then this one day I decided to go outside early and practice by myself. I felt good that morning and for some reason there was no one outside when I went out. We lived on a U shaped cul-de-sac near the end of the horshoe and I decided to ride into the middle of the street towards the center of the U. When I say no one was outside, I mean no one was around like my name wasTom Cruise and I was driving through Times Square in "Vanilla Sky". When I say no one was around I mean like Will Smith when he is in NY in "I Am Legend", except I didn't have a dog that would become a mutant I would have to lovingly choke out.
I think he was outside though:
So I got on that bike and I expected to fall. Except I didn't fall, I was staying up. I was staying up! It was the shakiest bike ride in the history of bike rides, but I was staying on that bike! I was shake-riding my way down the street.
Now if this were a movie, you would see me--this oversized kid shake-riding on a little bike. Then the camera would pan out to a skinny, ominous looking tree that was growing at the middle of the U. Then you would see me with a gigantic smile as I was shake-riding down the middle of the street looking down at my bike and not noticing the terrifying tree which seemed to be growing bigger and thicker the closer I got. You would start to see me shaking even more, the camera would fade to black and you would hear a big crash and THUMP!
Well this was not a movie. I shake-rode that bike to the middle of the U; I think my front wheel hit the edge of the curb and I fell head first off the bike. Either I hit the curb (head first) or I hit the tree (head first). To this day the last thing I remember is starting to fall off the bike. The next thing I remember is waking up on the ground (ALL ALONE IN A POST-APOCALYPTIC WORLD) getting back on the bike and shake-riding home. My non-remembering or questioning of what happened will be important to the story (I promise).
I had what I remember to be a normal night and then when I woke up in the morning I had a huge black eye. My mother was worried and my father said, "Did you get in a fight? If you did the other guy better look a lot worse than you do!" (Philly stand up?) I could not remember for the life of me why I had a black eye. Honestly, I didn't even remember falling off the bike or waking up on the ground. That was very scary, because I thought monsters were whooping my ass at night and then taking my memories away. Which is crazy, but the only rational explanation to a kid for not remembering why you have a black eye.
Then the next day, flashes of memories started coming back to me. I was sitting down watching television, and a flash of my shaky bike ride came to me. Then a few hours later a flash of the skinny tree came back to me. Then finally, I remembered the feeling of the bike tipping forward and the feeling of the curb getting closer to my face. I never remembered the impact, but the final thing I remembered was getting off the ground and riding home.
That was my first concussion. I rung my own bell and I understood from personal experience what they mean when they say people with concussions have memory issues. I don't remember ever hearing a person who suffered a concussion remembering the hit. It is like the mind shields us from pain, in reality a concussion occurs when your brain shakes in your head so the mind may not be able to process what is actually happening at the moment of impact.
Me a doctor? No I just read:
I finally learned to ride a bike, so I was successful. I needed motivation. I now have to create my own motivation to get moving and drop these pounds. I will lose 100 pounds during this journey, but I need partners. Are you willing to stay with me on the journey and take your own journey as well? Let me know and join me next week.