Week 0 - 283.5
It's funny what a picture of yourself can do to you.
I recently performed Improv on stage and had the time of my life, then later the next day one of my teammates posted pictures of the performance. I was honestly very disappointed in myself. The high I was riding on from the show was completely destroyed...by a single picture. A picture of me doing something I love, something that gives others joy. The cast and audience could care less what I looked like but I cared, way too much.
You would think I have a mirror phobia or photophobia, but I don't. I just don't like to look at myself. Never have. When I am walking and see my reflection in a window my instinct is to turn my head the other way. If there is a reflective door I will look at the floor till I a through the door. I'm not a vain person but I do care...it's weird. I feel like I am missing stuff in life too because of this. I get worried when someone is taking a picture of me and my wife or family of how I will look in it. I want to enjoy the picture and capture the memory but I feel like my presence will ruin it, not for anyone else just me. I get jealous of people who have family and friend pictures hung on the wall, I wish I didn't care so much.
This is the start of something good...maybe. This blog isn't for anybody but myself. I have always been a big person. I was a big baby, a big kid, and a big teen. It is just something I have always been. I am happy and do all the things I want/need to do in my life. I play sports, run around, chase my kids, and have never felt hindered by my weight. That's what makes this so hard, if I was winded playing with my kids or couldn't get up from sitting down without a struggle it would make this WAY easier. But alas, that isn't the case and so here I am ready, ONCE AGAIN to start my journey. A journey really about me trying to "look" better, and I kinda hate it. I know there are health benefits as well and I want to see my kids grow up and get old.
What is going to change this time...I don't know. To be honest it feels like every other time I started. Big hopes and dreams. Wishing it would happen overnight or in a week, it won't, but I hope.
I figured I should write down my thoughts and feelings this time. It's something I have never done before. I will try to keep this updated every week on Mondays. I could look back at this and think. Did this a-hole really think he could do it this time? Or maybe something more positive like "this a-hole really is doing it". In the end, I'm still an a-hole.
Here we go.
-Ry
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