I guess when I’m down the shore and I drink a little and have some fun, I get on the scale a few days later and I am still about the same I should take that as a win. Because I had fun. I did what I wanted. And my body counteracted it and kept me close to where I was.
I did not go crazy. I did have donuts from the fractured prune that honestly were not so good. And I regretted it because I felt blah! And I had one piece of pizza. When I got home after a few hours of chilling the fuck out I was in ketosis and my body was back on track. The scale is back to playing the 5 pounds up 5 pounds down game and that’s OK. I definitely can tell that my body is going through a recomposition. As long as my clothes stays about the same I’m OK with that.
On Sunday after a great weekend of shows, Amber actually painted our bathroom at the shore with a jacked up wrist And before we came back home we took a walk to the boardwalk to get a slice of pizza. After that delicious slice of pizza, Joe’s pizza by the way. The best pizza on the boardwalk. Fuck the haters. Anyway. We went into the surf shop and Amber bought me my first pair of actual board shorts. I remember being a junior lifeguard in Brigantine New Jersey At 12 or 13 already not being able to fit into the lifeguard pants. It was devastating because the little orange board shorts was probably the biggest perk about being a junior lifeguard. You basically the grunt work for the lifeguards and went to get them lunch or sent you on the silly errands to see how much they could get you to do. Back then thwy would write notes back-and-forth to girls on the beach for them etc. Either way here is one of the two pair of board shorts for you and all their glory. I know these are silly and corny but I fucking love them. Pretty awesome non-scale victory.
I got a couple questions on Instagram yesterday that I’ll answer as well. Actually only got three so apparently almost everyone out there is good. Which is fine.
One. It will cost too much to change the name of the band to Little Romeo So when ever anyone asks me who Bigg Romeo is – I just point to the girls at this point because That is even funnier. The other night at Carney’s we had our text message line open and I got quite a few text asking where Bigg Romeo was. I wanted to respond that he was dead or fired and never coming back but I was definitely gracious. Very hard to take a complement most times. Because I am not finished yet.
Two. What surprised me the most about my transformation? That’s a good question. I think I am constantly being surprised. I’m surprised sometimes how negative people are. Just because they are not happy with what they have going on. I try not to post too much on Facebook because people just seem angry out there. And when someone says well you put the hundred selfie’s on Instagram I let them know that my Instagram is all about my journey. Maybe they should read what I wrote on her picture half the time. And the good thing about it is that they can always on Followers and I don’t have to see that. That is OK. Yes when a few of my closer friends did that it hurt a little bit I will not lie, but it is what it is. A few people just call me skinny and I don’t think I like that either. It’s not OK just like it’s not OK to walk up to someone and say what’s up fatty.
I think another surprising factor is that your body no matter what science you think you know is going to do what it wants to. There are no charts, graphs, tweaks that are sure fire. The only thing that seems to win is consistency. Some months I takeoff six or 7 pounds and some months it’s just one at this point. I am often surprised at myself on how I have been able to push through. The other day I jumped in the pool for the first time with the dogs, well one dog, and as I was going up the steps I noticed that the weight limit on the steps was 250. I was like, holy crap I am under that and it feels awesome.
One last thing that I am very surprised about is how bad that my loose skin is. I am probably walking around with 15 to 20 pounds of it. Belly, groin area and trying my best to mentally overcome any hurt that comes along with it. To actually celebrate the loose skin because I worked hard to get it apparently.
Three: what is my best non-scale victory. I was actually going to skip this because it is very hard to just narrow one down. Not to mention it’s been five years so my brain gets a little cloudy.
Over the years I was told. You’re too fat for this, you are too fat for that.
When I was told I was too heavy for the helicopter in wildwood by 33 pounds it was a mission to get on it the following summer and I did it. I got under 300 pounds and I flew in that damn helicopter so I think that’s a cool thing. the NSV are what carry you through.
I have a lot of thoughts and feelings about Father’s Day but also a lot going on so I have to come out here and I’ll get my thoughts together for next week. Thanks for reading.
Just a reminder to those that need to hear any of this, including myself: be kind to yourself. Be forgiving. Be mindful. Be introspective. Think about your triggers and anxieties and do your best to identify them. Talk to someone. Your feelings are valid. You aren’t perfect, that’s okay. Appreciate yourself. Appreciate your loved ones, and tell them so. Set time aside to take care of yourself. Be sure to love you.
Feel the love,