Friday, December 31, 2010

The Final Countdown

I've got a bone to pick.

Not a ham bone or a turkey bone, thank goodness. Not a funny bone, either. And not a Thugs-N-Harmony Bone, for what it's worth.

I already picked this bone with someone on Facebook this morning, but apparently I wasn't satisfied. So I'll pick it again here on the blog...

After working at the restaurant last night, I got home just in time to watch the fourth quarter of the Franklin American Mortgage Company Music City Bowl last night, between the North Carolina Tarheels and my beloved Tennessee Volunteers.

My Vols were winning the game by three points when time expired on the game clock. They won the game. Then, all of a sudden, they didn't.

Apparently, the Christmas Spirit was still hard at work in Nashville last night, because one of the officiating crew was feeling mighty charitable. In an astounding show of goodwill, North Carolina received a free try at a field goal, which they kicked successfully. The tied game went into overtime.

I'll spare you the rest of the details of the game, but the end result was most unfortunate, from where I was sitting.

Through the television set, I was fed the following rationale for the bizarre, unlikely turn of events that took place at the end of the fourth quarter: On the last play before time expired, the officials said after reviewing a video replay, the clock should have been stopped with one second remaining in the game.

When I officiated HS football three or four years ago, one of the jobs in the officiating crew, in addition to the striped guys you see out on the field, was clock operator. Starting and stopping the clock were that person's only functions. And both were done using the same button. Easy enough.

I was told in my very first game as clock operator that the cardinal rule of being clock operator, no matter what happened on the field, was that you never, ever, ever stop the clock leaving only one second at the end of a half. Just let it run out. This is justified in the high school football rule book because it says the clock operator must be given a "reasonable amount of time" to react to the other officials' signals at the end of a play. So the span of one second is generally considered within the margin of human error - a margin too insignificant to expect the person operating the clock to account for every single time the clock is started or stopped.

As it was explained to me, the main reason for this rule is avoiding the type of hysterical ending that played out last night - people leaving and/or rushing onto the field, and then having to be ushered off or called back on before resuming the last play of the game. The crew simply wouldn't insist on holding itself responsible for a game that was complete. Zero on the clock meant the game result was final.

A side effect of this rule was that it allowed the crew to initiate their "escape plan" the moment the game became finalized. They actually had a mapped-out scheme, kinda like a fire escape plan, where the officials were able to be in the same vehicle heading off-campus within seconds of the last tick, and they went over the plan together before each game. So they kinda knew two seconds before everyone else that the game was over, and could maybe get a head start on the unruly mob coming after them for all the other bad calls.

All that said, I'm a little miffed because in sports, "final" is supposed to be "final". Not, "let's go back after it's final and look at the tape to make sure it was really final." If the game isn't finalized after time expires, then when do you draw the line? Seven minutes later? 25 minutes? Could the officials have waited until this morning to call the teams back to the stadium and replay the last second of regulation time? Maybe next week they could make the trip back to Nashville?

2010 is just about final. If the year were 60 minutes long, I imagine we'd be in the last second or two as I write this. I'm gonna
go ahead and consider it 2011 at this point, because unlike the Franklin American Mortgage Company Music City Bowl officials, I can't go back and fix the mistakes I made in 2010. You can only leave them behind you.

People make New Year's resolutions with a mind to change something about themselves in the future. Thinking about the future is good. Studies in sport psychology have shown that constantly visualizing yourself performing something well can lead to better actual performance when it counts.

But what if the word "resolution" took on a slightly different meaning? Let's look at the word "resolve". To resolve to do something (like lose weight) is to make up your mind - to leave no doubt. But to resolve a problem or situation is also to bring about a suitable ending. The first definition - the one folks use most often around this time of year - looks optimistically toward the future, but the second one focuses more realistically on the past and the present.

In past blog entries I've played down the use of strict principles and bold proclamations as motivation. So, I'm gonna go with the second type of resolution this year. I've decided I can make up my mind as many times as I want - I can make myself a new promise after every weekend, or at the beginning of every month. It may be the surest thing I've ever felt. But chances are, I'm gonna feel zero confidence at some point in the future. Will that promise alone be enough?

I picked up alot of bad habits in 2009 and 2010. General laziness, for one. And procrastination. And lack of organization. Knowing and staying aware of your weaknesses is a great first step in resolving them.
So instead of reaching for something in the future, I'm gonna try to leave some things in the past. When 2010 goes final, I'll have lived and learned quite a good deal for one year. What more suitable ending to 2010 than to completely leave it behind, and to use those lessons learned to my advantage in 2011?

And maybe next year, at the 2011 Franklin American Mortgage Company Music City Bowl, they can bring the teams back and finally finish the game that never should have ended last night.

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Handing Out Grades

Yesterday being the last day of school here in Knox County, time to do some evaluation and give out grades to some deserving recipients!

Grad School: B+
Nobody likes homework, but fortunately the one course I took this semester was light on assignments, and I got an 'A'. Good thing too, 'cause in the process I think I came down with senioritis all over again. Eh, it's almost over anyway. Working with the athletic department's been a blast, too.

Fine dining in Knoxville: D
It doesn't really exist. Oh sure, there's plenty of dining. I think, at one point, we even held the national title for most restaurants per capita - maybe we still have it. But there's nothing fine about dining out when the next table over is chasing a three-year-old around the table or complaining about how "them dang ole dawgs is back agin".

Campus Rec Center: C
It's got all the basics. Nothin' fancy. Parking's sometimes a problem, and the hours are a little inconvenient sometimes. They tend to cut back the open hours every time there's a break in classes, which is generally when I have the most time to spend. Tons of equipment and resources though. I only wish they provided towel service and soap/shampoo dispensers in the showers like some of the commercial rec centers I've used.

CrossFit K-Town: A+
Haven't been back since my first trip a couple months ago. But I sure need to go again. Their free Saturday morning workout is the best thing going in town, as far as fitness.

Thanksgiving: F
Spent the whole day, around 11 a.m. to 11 p.m., working at the restaurant. Not voluntarily, either. I told one of the customers that, too.

Black Friday: D
Overrated. I don't care if they're selling TV's at 60% off. I can't believe there are that many folks out there who prefer electronics and hours of waiting in line to sleep. And I didn't even get to pound anyone.

The Internet: C+
Not sure what it's good for, besides playing games and funny videos. It's amusing sometimes, but it seems to take up way too much of my time. Gave it a plus because of the blog, Wikipedia, and IMDB.com.

Snow: B+
Two wintry storms last week. One left an inch of snow, the other dumped ice. Neither stuck around for more then 24 hours, but I'm grading easy this time, since it technically wasn't winter until yesterday. Got outside and spent a solid 30-45 minutes pulling the Preschooler around the yard in a saucer sled. She wanted to go fast downhill... and uphill too. Got in my workout for the day.

My Fantasy Football teams, "The Ron Mexico Show" and "Legend of Ron Mexico": A
It's taken the better part of my restraint not to bring up fantasy football until this far into the blog. I've only referenced football in general briefly once or twice. That's the kind of willpower 30 by 30 is all about. But I'm only human. My two teams went a combined 20-6 during the season, and two or three of those losses came at the end, with nothing left to play for. My better team plays for the championship this week, and the other is still alive for 5th place after giving up a huge lead in a last-second playoff loss.

And last, but practically least... Me: C+

This grade is composed of three categories.

Exercise: C
My exercise routine started with a bang, but hasn't been the best part of my 30 by 30 campaign lately. Last week was a better one, but I went about three weeks there without doing much of anything, in terms of exercise.

Diet: B+
At one point, I stopped keeping exact count of calories, and maybe that was a mistake. Despite not logging them on the blog, I started counting again. Just haven't been able to write enough to justify typing it all out. So far, diet has been my strong point in this amateur weight loss project. I've got a real weakness for fried stuff, pizza, and fatty meats, but fortunately I don't have much of a sweet tooth and I've been able to mostly refrain from overeating.

Hydration: D
This is a problem, I'm sure. I was completely neglecting water for the first few weeks. When I got sick last month, I re-acquainted myself with sports drinks, and although I'm probably more hydrated now, they've also got alot of sugar. I'm in the process of weaning myself by going to diet sport drinks, and hopefully that'll make it easier to remember to drink water instead.

I've kinda put myself in a corner. I'm down to the final six weeks here, and I've got 16 pounds left to lose. It's gonna take an 'A' or 'B+' effort from here on.

WEDNESDAY 12/22/10 DIET LOG:
9:00 a.m. one "everything" bagel from Panera Bread, with about two tablespoons Smart Balance Light 400 calories

Saturday, December 11, 2010

Christmas is All Around Me


That's not a photo of me blogging this morning on a typewriter. It's a screenshot I ripped from the Christmas classic, Love Actually. The Wife and I, like many others, made this flick our holiday couples' tradition a few years ago.

If you haven't seen the movie, you probably avoided it intentionally, because of the "chick flick" stigma that comes with romantic comedies. Someone's probably recommended it, and you've just smiled and nodded graciously. Seeing Hugh Grant and/or Colin Firth on the cover of any movie seems to cause me to do the same.

But it's an all-star cast with an amazing patchwork-style script (think Crash, Pulp Fiction, Magnolia, minus the violence) and a brilliantly navigated soundtrack. It's rated R, for nudity, sexuality, and language, and it deserves the rating. But this is one of the rarer-than-rare times that my disdain for romantic British hunks and The Wife's sensitivity to R-rated material are both easily pushed aside, and we can agree perfectly on a movie.

Just go rent it. Or steal it. Or come borrow my copy, if you like. After Wednesday, that is. That's the night we plan to watch it.

Not trying to write a movie review here... I leave that to the good folks over at Knoxfilmjunkie.com. Only wanted to throw up that timely reminder of the looming holiday deadline, so that I could awkwardly segue into what I wanted to talk about today.

The mail usually runs slow around this time of year, and perhaps my slacker brain cell has gotten the best of me and caused me to wait too long. But it's time, if not past time, to send out Christmas cards. And what better Christmas cards to send out than free ones?!

My friends the MCB's turned me on to this promotion at Shutterfly.com. Since I have a blog (sometimes), I was able to sign up to get some free stuff by writing about their products.

Typically, when we send out cards, The Wife chooses two or three and I make the final decision. But this year, it's the other way around. In the spirit of the promotion, I've selected three possible themes for this year's cards, and they're all inspired by 30 by 30. And we're putting photos of the girls on the cards, so wanted a design to reflect that, and have room for at least 2 pics.

The finalists (in no particular order, and each pic links back to product details on Shutterfly):

I found this one and immediately thought... Lists!


The banner in the middle of this card caught my eye. It looked delicious. Reminded me of chocolate. Then I saw the title of the design: "Sweet Chocolate". Duh. How appropriate for a blog about diet and weight loss. Speaking of chocolate, The Wife made Kahlua fudge yesterday. There just might be a connection here.


I looked, but couldn't find an Asian-themed card, so I reached a little bit.
The "Back"ground of this card is Black. Get it? Back... in... Black?


Now that I've fulfilled my obligations to my sponsor, feel free to click over to Shutterfly and buy stuff. And The Wife will probably read the comments below, so if you want to, you can try and influence the final decision.

I went to the mall yesterday. Not on my own behalf, but running some errands for others (I'm the charitable sort). Made some observations, though, while I was there:
  1. Some people at the mall seem perfectly willing to just walk right into you, if you don't alter your path first, before the collision occurs. This happens way too often for comfort.
  2. Must be awesome to be one of those old folks, just sittin' away the hours in those comfy chairs at the entrances to the mall. I'm not being sarcastic this time. That really looks awesome. What I don't like is when the chairs are coin-operated massage chairs and they're not on. What if I want a mall-chair massage? "Excuse me, sir? If you're not gonna turn that chair on, would you mind sitting over there?"
  3. Those folks standing at the kiosks in the medians must be seasonally out-of-work carnival workers. They're gonna get your attention one way or another. The only way to escape being pitched their miracle cosmetics or made-in-Afghanistan trinkets is to look straight ahead, don't make eye contact, just keep on walking...
  4. How cleverly inconvenient of them to put the registers all the way in the back of the store.
  5. Now, the mall cops are on wheels. Not golf carts, or bikes, or even rollerblades. I'm talking about some kind of Jetsons-lookin' two-wheel hovercraft thing straight from the movie Total Recall - or maybe one of those Stallone sci-fi's.
  6. There's a space in a food court in every mall in America claiming it sells "Cajun" food. Except every single one is run by people of Asian heritage, and every one sells food suspiciously identical to your local Chinese buffet. Bourbon Chicken? Or Honey Chicken? I guess they figured out you can sell twice as much Asian food if you sell it from opposite sides of the food court and call one side something else. "Cajun" just happened to rhyme with "Asian".
  7. My favorite store in the mall, by far, is Williams-Sonoma. I could easily spend a million dollars in there, and after that bought me a coffeemaker, I could probably spend a million more.
I'm gonna be late for work.

9:00 a.m. 2 eggs, scrambled, one bacon strip, 1 small bran muffin with butter 350 calories
1:30 p.m. ate about 4 oz of a 6 oz portion of homemade chicken lasagna, small salad with Honey Bacon French dressing 500 calories

NO WORKOUT SATURDAY 12/11/10

Friday, December 10, 2010

Brain Cells

There's a three-year-old person living in our house. Just down the hall from the dining room. Last right before the bathroom. She eats here, sleeps here, does just about any other function here that a normal person would do. They call her The Preschooler, AKA The Tiny Dictator, AKA Thing One.

This three-year-old person has exactly three brain cells. She's grown one brain cell for every year of her life. I've figured this out, because I have seen them develop over time, and I know exactly what each one of them does.

The first brain cell that The Preschooler developed, in year one, was the control brain cell. This is used to establish supremacy in the household. Need something to eat? Make the parents feed you. Have a dirty diaper? Make them change you. Need a nap? Not really in the "relax-and-fall-asleep" mood? Just have the parents rock you to sleep. It's really simple. You can scream until their ears peel, act like you have no mastery of your bodily functions, keep them awake all night... basically, just do whatever is required to maintain control in every situation.

The next brain cell that developed was the vocabulary brain cell. This is the one that picks up on any and every word that is spoken. It gave her all the weapons necessary to creatively subvert authority, even after her infantile rage and distress were played out. This took control to a whole new level.

The vocabulary brain cell made it possible for the child to learn - and retain - new words and phrases, such as "Pygmy Marmoset", and "Coati", which the parents' combined 60 years of experience had never before encountered. Not only were there new terms, but with the aid of the control brain cell, the child learned to marshal her newfound vocabulary to demand, coerce, beg, reason, manipulate, argue, and sweet-talk her way into pretty much anything she wanted.

In the third year of life, the Preschooler has developed the brain cell known as the opposite brain cell. This brain cell is potentially the most daunting yet. It has the power, at any given moment - sometimes completely at random - to turn any conversation or situation completely on its head.

At first, we thought we had this one figured out. It's called "reverse psychology". I know a little about this. More than a three-year-old knows, at least. In order to get her to eat her eggs, you tell her she can't eat all of the eggs. You want the child to come to you? Act like you don't know where she is, or pretend like she's invisible. She'll come.

It worked like a charm... for a while. Then she learned how to "double back". Soon, she figured out what was going on, and learned to perceive what agenda you were trying to accomplish, rather than simply taking your words at face value and turning them around to set her objective. So we were back to opposite again.

The other day I was having a late breakfast of tuna salad and crackers.

Did he just say tuna salad? For breakfast? I don't think that's even human.

Yes, I said tuna salad. Or at least my dumbed-down, quick-and-easy version of it. No mustard, no eggs, no relish. None of that fancy stuff. Just canned tuna with a touch of mayo to bind it together.

Well, anyway, I was having tuna salad, and the Preschooler took notice. When lunchtime rolled around, I was sure she'd ask for one of her staples - ham and cheese, frozen corn dog, or whatever leftovers in the fridge involved melted cheese and/or ketchup. But of course she did the opposite of what I expected and asked for the tuna instead. The little ankle-biter ate all the tuna, minus the crackers I supplied, and loved it.

I really ought to stop writing about the Preschooler in my blog, because someday she'll learn to read. And then she'll start using the internet. And then she'll probably get on Facebook and trash me to all of her friends. Hey, future Preschooler? If you're reading this... what say we call a truce?

You'll come down from the Lurch with an unpleasant bump.
And the chances are, then, that you'll be in a Slump.

And when you're in a Slump, you're not in for much fun.
Un-slumping yourself is not easily done.

-from Oh! The Places You'll Go!
by the immortal Dr. Seuss

The Preschooler's daddy has a few brain cells too - 29 of them, to be exact. The latest one to emerge is called the "slacker" brain cell. Rather than aiding in the accomplishment of simple tasks, this one is self-defeating. It's infectious. It goes around convincing all the other brain cells to take the day off.

Maybe it's a result of going back to school, or getting old and fat, or just having more important things to worry about in general, but it's getting harder and harder to function as a normal, real-life human being. Procrastinating until the absolute last minute to do stuff, always running late, sometimes missing important dates and meetings completely.

So when I say, "I fell off the wagon," what I really mean is, "I'm still a slacker and nothing has ever really changed about that."

I blogged a couple weeks ago, and I've only worked out a couple times since then. First I was sick, then there was Thanksgiving, and then there was family visiting, and the end of the semester, and waaay too much work, and up all night with kids crying and no sleep, and... sick again the last couple of days.

There's always something. Right?

I've got seven weeks left, as of this coming Monday. The scale says I gained about three and a half pounds back in two sedentary weeks with turkey and dressing and cheesy baked casseroles and the occasional run for the border and splurging on holiday goodness. So it's gonna take everything I've got to finish strong. There's gonna be between 15-20 pounds to lose before January 31. Here's what I'm thinking:

1) Workouts may be toned down in intensity, to avoid burnout, but I may need to extend the duration sometimes. I want to burn calories at a constant pace rather than try to set a new heart rate max every day.

2) Going back to calorie-counting. A couple of friends suggested this calorie counter which I haven't really used on a daily basis, but it's at least an interesting toy to play with. I don't know if it'll solve my problems with time-consuming lists of ingredients and figuring out every meal from scratch (we don't buy a whole lot of packaged food), but it'll be a good place to start.

3) In addition to calorie counting, I'm also going to measure water intake. That's probably pretty important to keeping motivated.

3) It helps that school is out, and I'm easing off on some other voluntary commitments until it resumes.

4) My part-time gig at the restaurant is busy as ever for the next couple weeks, and working there is almost like an additional daily workout (on my feet constantly for five to six hour stretches), so there's a chance to burn extra calories.

If all else fails, me and the Preschooler are going to have a talk about this "opposite" thing and how to harness it for good, rather than evil. Both of us, that is.