The path of the fat man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the easy meal and the tyranny of carbohydrates. Blessed is he, who in the name of healthfulness and long life, shepherds the weak through the valley of fatness, for he is truly his brother’s keeper and the loser of found kilograms. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who would attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name is Man V Fat when I lay my vengeance upon thee.

                                                         Book of Spoons 25:17


I figure that if this can be used in a movie just before Samuel L. Jackson blows a man away, I can use it in jest as a tribute to all of those who are helping me on my rather colossal journey. Every single day, I begin with the intention of posting a Man V. Fat blog, but there is always something that gets in the way. The past couple weeks have been rough for me, and have included some pretty severe backsliding, a coup d’état, and visits from family members which must be shepherded around to see all of the amazing food Southeast Asia has to offer.

One thing I have noticed is this: if I do not begin my day with optimism, I am pretty much screwed for the rest of the day. I really need to start out on an up note, or I am going to get myself in trouble. I have found I need to avoid the news at all costs because it will drag me down, and when I am down I do things I should not. I have not yet found a way to reset mid-day to drag myself back on path. This has resulted, over the past couple weeks, in a lack of progress. Not much in the way of gains, but no good progress either.

I know I am not alone when it comes to backslidings like this. Every single one of us has moments of weakness and will slip at some point in time or another. This does not make us bad or weak, it simply makes us human. The important thing is how quickly you are able to get back up and get moving. Between losing my first 60 lbs (years ago), and last year when I started this was years…then between last year and March 25th was just under a year…then between when I slipped up badly a couple weeks ago and today was only a couple weeks. I ran into a friend of mine at the store the other day and realized that since I had seen her last she had literally lost over half of her body mass. She told me that, “It’s not so much about not falling off the wagon; it’s about being able to consistently get back on.” Well, wagon, creaking axels and all, here I am.

Also, just to make things a bit more fun, I bought a GoPro the other day so that I can strap it to myself to record my walks/runs. At some point in time, I will post something to YouTube just for grins so that everyone can see what it is like in this part of the world. Currently, the GoPro is sitting in my windowsill taking pictures of a building storm above northern Bangkok. It will be time-lapse time soon.

Thank you all for your support…it means a ton to me! I can say with confidence that this would not be possible for me without your help and support…all of you. Thank you.