Groundhog Day

Yes, the title is a reference to the infamous Bill Murray movie, and not the recently passed marketing event for a skidmark of a town in Pennsylvania. (Side note: No offense to the NOTM,Y fan club of Punxsutawney. Double secret side note: No, I didn't have to look up the spelling of Punxsutawney, I'm a nerd.) I just logged on after a six week "vacation" from blogging, and reread the last three posts. All of them were spaced about a month apart, and all of them promised that they were the beginning of a flurry of posts about working out, experiences at the gym, health food kicks and spandex pants and spin classes. Oh my.

Well, you know the story, I'm very sorry, your Honor. It'll never happen again, your Honor. Etc. I sincerely do feel bad every time Tim or Alice ask me about the blog, and it's the first time I've thought of it in weeks. Or worse, when Alice links to it on her blog (thanks, Alice), thereby potentially motivating her very smart and very funny friends to actually check in and read me, and I haven't posted in days (thanks, Alice). I mean, that was a golden opportunity to get a ton of new readers hooked on NOTM,Y, with its lurid tales about naked men in locker rooms and flirtatious, attractive women in skimpy outfits. Because that's what we're all about here at Not On The Moon, Yet. Wait for it. That's right, The Sex. As in Sex, Having The.

Wait, dammit, no we're not. We're a health blog, as Alex so kindly put it to one of his friends. (Privately, I refer to it as Winey Fatasse's Interminable, Narcissistic Traveling Salvation Show. Makes it sound French, you see.) Anyway, we, ok, I started this blog to keep track of my progress in losing a hundred pounds, with great intentions that writing about it would keep me from faltering in my quest. Unfortunately, it became one other thing to get shoved aside in favor of more important things like practicing for my annual cover band performance, and getting fired. Which is too bad, really, because there's good news to report. Not about getting fired, I'm still looking for a new job, but rather about the working out and eating well.

For those of you who don't already know, and I doubt there's many of you at this point, I've lost twelve pounds in the last three weeks. Turns out that a bunch of free time to make your own meals and work out at one's leisure can have a significant impact on one's weight loss goals. That's the secret really. I got fired, freaked out that I wasn't going to have any money left, and ordered Peapod, sticking to the really easy and healthy simple things I've always known I should eat but never had time to make. No ordering food, which means no double portions disguised as one, plenty of working out. It's a simple thing really. I should have gotten fired ages ago.

So that's the update for now. Been working out more and eating better. Seems to be working, which is good, since I've got a bet going with my friend, Stacey, and I have to lose a lot of weight in order to beat her. As usual, I'm promising to write more posts about working out, gym culture, joblessness and why I want to move to Phoenix/San Diego despite Alice's best efforts to convince me that London is a tropical paradise in January. Maybe this time I'll even get to it since I'm spending much more time looking for reasons to stop writing cover letters and goof off. If not, Tim B and Alice can just yell at me for not spicing up their work days. If you guys have anything you want to hear about, leave me a post in the comments, and I'll catch you guys soon.

Cheers,
BT