“I’m fat. Need help.”
That was my plea — in shortened form (the TL;DR*) — to the group of dad bloggers I chat with on Facebook.
News to no one, I’ve been overweight for a very long time. I’ve been struggling with my weight since college, and while I’ve seen my share of successes, I’m in the running with Lindsay Lohan for numbers of relapses. And since becoming a father, I just haven’t found the time/energy/gumption to get off my ass and live healthier again.
So I took some time to think about what motivates me. Yes, I want to live a long, happy life. I want to be around for (and able to keep up with) my son as long as possible. I want to be fit and frisky for Papa for decades to come. And yes, when I’m in the midst of it, I actually enjoy exercising and eating what’s best for me.
But when I got brutally honest with myself, I realized that FAME AND GLORY are what put a spring in my step and a low-fat yogurt in my mouth.
The thrill of walking into chorus rehearsal and having 200 gay men tell me how great I look. Buying new clothes that express my colorful Designer Daddy style without making me look like an Easter Parade float. Posting uncropped photos of myself on Facebook. That is the kind of attention I crave. The kind that makes me feel warm and fuzzy and glad to be alive. And the kind that keeps me living large, but not too.
I recently registered for my very first dad blogger conference. (Yes, it’s a thing) It’s in New Orleans in January, and I’ll be meeting many of my bloggery friends in person for the first time. Then I had a Eureka! moment — I’d set a goal of losing weight in time for the conference!
Yet there’s a second part to my opening statement. “Need help.” In the past I’ve done Weight Watchers and weight loss programs at a local medical center, relied on trainers and apps, read diet books and watched fitness videos. While those were all effective at one time, I need something a bit more down-to-earth and in my face. What better than a bunch of other self-involved, overweight blogging dads?
I floated the idea to the group, and what do you know? There’s a lot of out-of-shape dad bloggers out there! Not sure if it’s the being a dad or being a blogger that’s gotten us all so chunky, but out of the 300+ members of our group, 26 signed up for our little friendly(ish) competition. As the group was discussing ways of humiliating the “losers,” someone mentioned doing the Truffle Shuffle. Again, another Eureka! moment hit me, and I came up with an name for our contest: Chuck the Chunk: On the Road to Dad 2.0 Summit 2014. Quite a mouthful, no?
So… we’ve got a name (and a nifty logo, by yours truly), a deadline, a group of guys, and even a fitness expert in our group to share free advice and humiliating photos of his abs. Did I mention that the founder of Dad 2.0 is also in our group? Yup. And he’s working on drumming up some interest from sponsors — so there may even be ACTUAL fame and glory. Or at least prizes. I’ll keep you posted.
Another BIG part of motivating myself is to document my progress here. So please come back often for updates, successes, failures, and by golly — some better photos!
And if you don’t hear from me for a while, drop me a line and ask me what’s up with that. Words of encouragement and cheering are also welcome. Confetti gets you bonus points.
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*TL;DR = Too long; didn’t read. I’ve learned so much from being a blogger! 😉