Fit-to-Fat-to-Fit Blog: 5/01/12

Goal weight: 195

FACT: When you set your alarm for 4:31 p.m., you will not wake up at 4:31 a.m.

Yes, I overslept. I woke up at 5 a.m. — too late for me to run (I have to be at work by 6 a.m.). So I did my 50 pushups, 50 sit-ups, got ready and headed to work.  My son wants to run three miles with me tonight. We’ll run then.

If you are wondering why I call this “Fit-to-Fat-to-Fit”, it’s because I weighed 195 lbs. when I ran a marathon on Halloween 2010 only to have my weight balloon to an all-time high of 248 by December 2011.  I started a new workout program in January 2012 and am now down to around 200-205 lbs.  That pretty much describes Fit-to-Fat-to-Fit.

Sure, I started exercising again, but why I’ve been successful is that I tackled the root cause of my nearly instantaneous obesity: I had a severe energy crisis.  A sudden career change caused me to go from a 45 to 50-hour week to a 65 to 70-one.  Add three kids and I wasn’t just burning the candle on both ends, I was burning the freakin’ middle, too.

And then I started making bad choices.

1. I ate junk for cheap, quick energy.  (what I didn’t realize was that it caused my blood sugar to spike and then crash, causing me to eat more).

2. I began drinking sugared sodas in March 2010 for energy.  By the time I got on the air on my radio show, I was wiped out. I’d drink up to six Cokes a day.  That’s like pouring lard down my throat.

3. I quit exercising. I didn’t think I had time.

By March 2011, I had soared to 220 lbs.  But that was just the beginning. I went from 36 pants to 38’s.  And then to 40’s.  By December 2011, they were too tight.  I was having chest pains, was stressed out and was exhausted.  I couldn’t walk 100 yards without losing my breath. Something had to give.  (Before my heart did.)

Patrick House, winner of the Biggest Loser Season 10, came on the show in January.  He brought a scale and weighed me on the air. I weighed 245 lbs. He challenged me to lose the weight.

Little did I know my wife had talked with trainer and life coach Paul LaCoste about me being in his program.  Paul had wanted to train me for a while and contacted me about joining his Fit4Change morning program at Jackson State University.  My adventures with that program are documented by this blog. The weight came off and the energy went up.

I made crucial changes to my diet, too. I quit Cokes immediately.  I haven’t had one in five months.  I also stopped eating junk food (I did the other night and it made me feel like crap — like I had poisoned myself).  I began eating small snacks every two hours of high-quality foods like fruit and chicken wrapped in lettuce.  I needed to keep my blood sugar even throughout the day.  I stopped eating most refined breads and sugar, too.  My meals were smaller but I ate more often.

The weight began to melt away.

My schedule is still bat-crazy.  I’m still tired. But I can manage it better now. All because I made the time to improve my health.  At the end of the day, I had to make a change. And the only person who could make me change was the man who I look at the mirror when I shave.

And I now see a thinner face when I do.

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Tuesday Free-For-All

Good morning! What’s up? Me barely.

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Love at Second Sight

Mary Sue Blackwell read the headlines of the local paper.  “I swear,” she thought,”the Mississippi humidity makes people crazy.”  It was no wonder John Grisham had made a zillion dollars.  When it came to stories, there was so much low-hanging fruit in this state.

Her 25-pound tiger cat swished his tail in agreement.

Summer had come early in the Mississippi Delta.  The blazing red evening sun dipped below the horizon, giving the earth a chance to recover from the heat.  She imagined it making a sizzling sound as it plunged into the Mississippi River.  (At least someone was cooling off.) She wiped her forehead as sweat ran down her cleavage. Being beautiful had a whole new meaning in the South.  A guy who’d only date a woman who didn’t sweat had unrealistic standards.

The mosquito truck came buzzing by — like that would slow the bird-sized mosquitoes down around here. They probably drank the poison like shots of tequila.  Mary Sue heard stories from her mama about kids chasing the DDT trucks back in the day. It was amazing that there weren’t 50-year-olds with a walnut-sized lungs in town.  She grabbed her fat tiger cat and went inside before the cloud of bug poison wafted over her porch.

The cold air of the air-conditioned house smacked her in the face as she walked through the old oak door.  She almost felt a chill. Almost. Her mama and grandmama had lived in this house. Neither had A/C. She wasn’t as tough as they were.  It was installed in 2001.  The cat jumped up on the couch in the study and looked out the window. A squirrel had gotten his attention.  Not that the squirrel would ever be in any danger from the world’s laziest cat.

Mary Sue walked over to her laptop and opened her e-mail. Her daughter said e-mail was old fashioned, but Mary Sue still liked to check it to see if she heard from anyone.

She hit refresh and a list of new e-mails popped up. DING! Hmm. She had won the Nigerian Lottery again. She forwarded that one to the state of Mississippi; they needed the money worse than her.  A male-enhancement drug spam e-mail; it probably wouldn’t do her much good.  A couple of credit card offers popped up. It was good to see that junk mail had survived the 21st century. Then she saw the e-mail that made her drop her drink on the floor.

He was back.

He was Jackson Smith.

They had been best friends in first grade at Robert E. Lee Elementary School.  In fifth grade, he beat up the bully who had been picking on her.  In ninth grade, their relationship changed with a stolen kiss.  When she graduated from high school and left for the University, he said that they’d keep in touch.  He left for the Army. And then for war. The first casualty was their friendship.

She had gotten married to someone else. So had he.  She had lost her husband in a plane crash. His wife had left him after his third tour in Afghanistan.

Now, he was back. And was coming over. Their lives had traveled in a circle and not a straight line.

She imagined him: Tanned, strong and grinning. She imagined him holding her. She imagined things that made her begin to sweat again.

He was coming over! Holy crap!  She rushed to clean up, nearly tripping over the cat.  But before she could make it to her bathroom, she heard car pull up and a knock on the door.  Her eyes begin to water.

A shaking hand fumbled with the door knob as she attempted to throw open the door with all her strength.

What she saw caused her to lose her breath.

There on the front porch stood a man in uniform and on crutches. His chest was covered in medals. His face was covered with burn scars.  And his left leg was artificial.  Her heart skipped a beat as his mouth opened.

“Hello, Mary Sue.”

At the age of 20, Mary Sue would have been horrified by the man who stood on her porch.  But at 40, she knew that love was on the inside.  Scars or prosthetic limbs meant nothing to her.  She had scars of her own.

And on that hot, humid Delta evening, a fat tiger cat rubbed around the legs of two embracing old friends.

Because when it came to stories, there was so much low-hanging fruit in Mississippi. And when it came to the story of Jackson and Mary Sue, it was love at second sight.

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Daily Ramsey Blog: 4/30/12

NASA overcame gravity and landed on the Moon.

Charles Lindbergh battled headwinds and flew across the Atlantic.

Lance Armstrong beat cancer and mountains to win the Tour de France seven times.

Thomas Edison repeatedly failed until he discovered how to make the lightbulb.

Lewis and Clark sailed against the current and explored the Northwest.

Columbus sailed into the unknown and landed in the New World.

All managed to defy gravity, the current, failure and headwinds to achieve their dreams.  All were powered by passion.

That same passion will allow you to  succeed when those around you don’t believe in you and  your dream.

Passion. It’s the secret ingredient.

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Fit-to-Fat-to-Fit Blog: 4/30/12

Goal weight: 195

I got up at 4:15 this morning to get an earlier start.  I headed out to the north to the neighborhood next to ours. It was very humid; you could cut the air with a butter knife. I guess since spring came early this year it really isn’t a surprise that summer has too.  My bruised knee was stiff as I started out and I started to sweat profusely by the time I got to the first mile. But there was a nice breeze and that made the run enjoyable.  My legs felt much stronger than they did on Saturday.  It wouldn’t of mattered, though. This was a mental run. A run where you spend the whole time deep in thought.

I burned 871 calories and ran 5.38 miles.  And my mind is at ease.

Some people lie on a couch and talk to a person about their problems. I left mine on the road.  My shoes cost $130.  That’s much cheaper than therapy.

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Monday Free-For-All

Good morning! Hope you have a great week.

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Ramsey Blog: 4/29/12

Reading the Smithville coverage this morning is a reminder that any security we have in our lives is a mirage. Within minutes, the Northeast Mississippi town of 900 was reduced to splinters by the EF-5 monster tornado. People (who moments before were worrying about jobs, house payments, health concerns and the many other things we worry about on a daily basis) had their lives changed in an instant. Many weren’t even left with so much as a toothbrush.  Sixteen lost their lives.

I know, I know, it’s kind of a morbid topic on a Sunday. But it’s just a reminder that the moment is all that we have.  Cherish the memories of the past and plan for the future but live in the moment.

It’s all we can really do.

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CARTOON: Recovery

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Sunday Free-For-All

Good morning! Doing a little resting before I head back down to the Mississippi Children’s Museum.

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Cartoon: Rock the Vote

Had about an hour to draw this — my Obama is normally better than this.

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