Day one and I’m not dead

Well, the first day of Trim to Win is in the books and I can’t believe I haven’t already dropped 100 pounds and been recruited as the next male supermodel.

OK, I know, it’s a lifestyle change, not a quick fix. Actually, day one went pretty well. Right off the bat, Kari invited me to have lunch with our company CEO at Evangelo’s, and right away I’m thinking, dang, is this some sort of test of willpower right off the line? Actually, it was a nice lunch and I was good (grilled chicken and veggies).

Actually, I was good for the first day. Ate well, ate less than I usually have, ate the right things and drank lots of water. The hardest was no soda. I’ve been drinking diet soda for so long I got used to the caffeine it would give me. But to be honest, it wasn’t as hard as I thought going a day without.

Didn’t go to the gym today, but I walked a couple miles (and decided that, in wintertime, it would be a good idea to invest in a good hat for this bald head). I’m going to meet with the trainer Wednesday at AT&T Sports Center.

You wouldn’t know it by looking at me now, but I used to be quite the jock — played some college football and used to be in a powerlifting club. Yeah, well, that hasn’t happened in awhile and now the closest I get to being mistaken for an athlete is when kids sometimes ask if I’m a professional wrestler. I don’t mind and understand the question, a big, bald guy who, to a little kid, probably looks very intimidating.

Had some fun with it once on a plane to Portland one day. I was sitting next to a very nice woman and we started chatting. She heard a kid ask me if I were a wrestler and, to humor the child, I told him yes. Well, she started peppering me with questions about it and by the time we landed I was The Wrangler and on my way to a show in Portland. My character was a good guy and I would wear these leather chaps, a vest and 10-gallon hat into the ring, and my finishing move was called “The Lariat.”

I don’t know why to this day I take some inkling of pleasure knowing that somewhere out there, at least for one woman I’ll likely never meet again, I have this whole other persona. Maybe that’s what it feels like to be a super hero and have a secret identity.

Anyway… back to Trim to Win. In addition to getting with the trainer, I’m also setting up some follow-up doctor visits to take care of some issues that came up during my physical (see yesterday’s blog). It’s a start, I feel pretty good (although will all this water I’ve been drinking today, I’ve discovered my bladder’s about the size of a thimble).

Anyway, check back later this evening and I’ll tell you about it.