Oh Dear What Can the Matter Be?

I must first be truly absolutely true and honest. I thought once I was going to be free from the overload and bondage of nine years of scooping ice cream and suddenly spring forth and write up a storm. It didn't happen.

That and I have been so busy.

Really crazy busy.

Sorry.

Its Getting Better!

(The following image is from Getty images. No. Its not me. Promise!)

So this post is directed to my dear friend Amy in which I owe an apology and explanation.

To be brutally honest.

I hate running.

This is the inner dialogue inside my head while I run on the treadmill.

OW!!!THIS SUCKS!!! PAIN! OWW!! DOUBLE DONKEY PUNCH!! WHY THE HECK AM I DOING THIS! FAT IS MEANT TO SIT NOT JIGGLE! etc..( When you almost give yourself a black eye due to your man boob it makes you go Oh.this for the sake of goodness I go.)

But the chance.

To run through Disneyland in spandex shorts.

Well more the chance to run through Disneyland (the shorts are another issue but lets not dwell shall we?)

Because I want the chance to say I did it.

I did something that I pushed myself.

I want to be able to show my future kids that I don't have a lot of could/woulda dreams but rather I went after them. Also I hear as you get older the body falls apart. Realistically I have five years then it all goes to hell. So I want to get my use out of it!

So.

After this long rant who wants to join me?

Anybody?

RA RA O LA LA

(Ten points if you can guess where the title of this blog post came from!)

This year is the year of living dangerously. Danger being defined as taking new risks and working on creating my new self. The reason why my this blog fell apart was for the simple fact that I was focused too much on a singular goal to lose weight.

But it was too small.

This time around I made the stronger goal of running a half marathon.

In Disneyland!

Why Disneyland and not some other marathon?

Well how often do you get the chance to run around Disneyland in Lyrca listening to ABBA and Lady GAGA? Yes today on Blake got Fat we are going into the realm of deep questions.

So if you are intersted and want to join me I would love to have you come along!

Sept 5th. 2010.

This blog just got a whole lot more focused.

This could be the One,,

Anybody feeling a little bigger this season?

Did you indulge just a little too much?

Are you in need of a "magic button" for your pants?

(BTW the magic button is an infomerical I saw this morning about an extender you put on your pants to make them fit better. Just in case you were wondering.)

I made a new years resolution with myself. Not to lose weight but to be happy.

To be happy with who I am.

With what I am becoming.

Plus to lose ten pounds will be nice too.

So whats your goal?

Are you going to be ready to meet your new "you"?

The Ballad of The Middle Child

Funny story of the day.

I was at work which is where I spend the majority of my time unless I'm in bed. As I was delivering food to patient when I ran into one of my parents long ago friends from High School. You know the type that knows you but you have no idea who they are? Yup. This is one of those friends.

As we were making casual conversation about what everybody was up to it got rather awkward. After discussing the princess completing the iron man, the nip and the momma running a marathon and my father the crazy bike rider,and my stepfather's crazy outdoor adventures. They paused and looked at me as if to say "What do you do?"

So I told them.

I lose weight.

Gained it right back.

and blog about it.

Like a normal person.

Where is You Gone? And Can I Come?

(I give to you the FARR ugly Christmas sweater picture of 2008!)

I have realized that the weather outside is out to get me. Before you start calling mental health police the last few days when ever I wake up I declare "I will go Christmas shopping!" then the "weather" or as I like to call it the wet sticky stuff that blocked my car in and designed by "Satan" gets in the way.

This is the point you may ask why not just buy all your Christmas presents online? The problem is I end up doing the buying way too much for me! Oh well. Tis the season!

Next year I m using all the money I would have spent on Christmas presents and donating it to Charity. Thus selfless and innovative no?

Going to the Chapel..

When the Princess and I were little this was one of our favorite movies. Every weekend that this movie was out in theaters we would beg our dad to go see it. (Don't ask me I was 7 we all go through phases. ) Then it came out on video and we begged to get it. We watched it over and over again. Why?

Perhaps it was Martian Short in his classic almost award winning award wining performance as Fronk the wedding planner. (Fwather of the Bwide? anyone? No? Perhaps it was just me then.) Or the classic scene in which Steve Martin freaks over the ratio of hot dog buns versus hot dogs. When I had throw my own BBQ I realized this is a serious dilemma for the ages but that is a blog post for another time. It was on the 220th viewing that I was forced into a marriage that lasted until 2003 when it was ended when my wife picked another husband. (Hi April! Alimony check in the mail! Promise!)

Then today something wonderful happened.

A real wedding.

In our family.

This time its one of us getting married and not a parent. (YAY for Divorce! You get to watch your parents date and marry and realize its not so easy!)

But its not me.

Nope.

The Princess and Joe are now officially engaged.

About time.