Raison d'etre

So we're gonna get things kicked off here at Not On The Moon, Yet after a false start a couple of weeks ago. It's amazing how poorly things go when you start a new endeavor after a happy hour on Friday. I've been working my way towards this particular corner of the internet after a lot of reflection in 2008. Turning 30 will do that to a person. You see, I've been spending a lot of time thinking about my future this year. My twenties are over, and life has inexorably changed despite the most fervent wishes of my younger self that nothing ever change. Friends have gotten older, most of them are married or on their way to it, my job has become something more than the time I spend in between drinking sessions, and school has gotten to be the main focus of my evenings. In short, I'm growing up. And while the younger me was outwardly full of piss and vinegar, having a good time and not shy about letting everyone know, the older me has come to realize that not everything is an excuse to party and let go. The older me knows that hard work is frequently necessary to achieve something, but that it feels pretty damn good when you do so. And in the spirit of that hard work, I'm bringing you this little confessional.

I'm sure all you Simpsons fans out there already picked up on this, but the URL of this thing of mine is the first clue what this is all about. It's a pretty obscure reference to an episode of the Simpsons in which Troy McClure's latest educational video is about the gravitational difference between the earth and the moon. After revealing that the moon's gravity causes a person to weigh one-sixth of what they do on earth, a rather chubby young man reaches for some sort of sweet, at which point Troy intervenes and tells him, "you're not on the moon yet, tubby." One of the consequences of all that partying and letting go in my twenties is that I've put on a rather significant amount of weight, and as I've grown up, and denial can no longer allow me to ignore the labels on my pants and the sudden narrowing of the CTA seats here in the Windy City, I've realized that it's time for this weight to come off. Part of it is for health concerns, part of it is for aesthetic appeal to the ladies, part of it is that I really hate wind resistance, but no matter the full list of reasons for it, I'm going to use this forum as a tool to record my progress, motivate myself, discuss the challenges of losing weight and being overweight, entertain any readers who find this site, and hopefully get some gratuitous support from the wide world out there. And maybe, just maybe, land a book deal that'll help me pay for a personal trainer. Those thieving bastards are expensive, yo.

So welcome to Not On the Moon Yet. Stick around, and don't be afraid to show your support.

Cheers,
Blake