Patience, a virtue we never had…

My generation has been called lazy, unmotivated, spoiled, and many other negative adjectives. We were the first generation to see the commercialized internet come into existence, experiencing total anonymity (through AOL chatrooms, forums, and online video games) while simultaneously experience over exposure (through xanga, friendster, myspace, and facebook). We have been called Generation Y, the “echo boomer” generation, and I am sure something else that ambiguously describes the era in which we spawned.

While both nouns (anonymity and exposure) have damaged our psyche and reputation in ways our parents will never understand, there is a larger villain at hand, and it is not a noun, but a verb…

Overload: We are overloaded with more information than we could ever consume. Information that could (and probably should) bring down the college industrial complex. Instead of bringing about the true information era it seems like we have entered an age of disinformation. Instead of being enlightened we are bombarded with random, useless, and absolute pure shit. The worst part of all this? The expediency of this new era makes us have ZERO PATIENCE FOR ANYTHING. We look for ways to lose weight quick, learn this or that the easy way, and the list goes on and on.

“Nothing ever comes to one, that is worth having, except as a result of hard work.” – Booker T. Washington

Booker T. Washington brings me to the point of this lil blog entry: Sometimes focus, dedication and patience is required, not a quick way out. You want to learn a computer programming language? Fine. That will probably take you years to get decent at the level you fantasize. You want to learn French? Same thing. So what do I want to accomplish? I have 15 pounds to lose and came to the conclusion there are two ways to go about this…

1. I starve/poison myself, causing metabolic damage, which will make me look like shit.

2. Make a food log entry to monitor what I eat, build muscle to burn body fat, and give my body time to recover from my work outs.

The second option takes longer, requires focus, dedication, patience (during the recovery days and weeks), and hard work. For this reason I took the latter and my body is already thanking me for it. I will not post pictures since I will be in Italy on July 24th, but I will do so afterwards, promise!

Here is a look at my diet so far…

Been using calorie counter to keep track of my diet. I do not have time to post my workout schedule, but I will do a mini blog post before I leave for Italy.

See you next time!



Que Sera Sera…

“whatever will be, will be…”

I have spent most of my life catastrophizing; always scared of the future and regretting the past. It was not until my “quarter-palooza” (25th birthday) that I realized living in the moment is not a state of being, but the only time you are alive.

The future is fiction, and the past might as well be. It was not until this epiphany that I began to break my vicious cycle of extremes. It was not until that moment my depression and anxiety truly subsided. The binging on food, drinks, exercising, lying… the excess of “pleasure” slowly, but surely became more manageable. It was not that I stopped doing ‘things,’ I simply stopped going to extremes as often. I began to search for a balance in my life, and always try to “live in the moment.”

I am sure you are thinking “that’s nice Hoomy, I’m pretty sure I’ve read about this in some fortune cookie,” and that’s true, this is easily said and hardly ever done, but to give this scribble some substance…


(The picture above taken in spring 2010)


(Left – 225lbs, middle 210 lbs, right 187lbs 22% body fat)


(185lbs 21% Body fat)

The last picture just a few days ago. I have spent the past two years losing weight slowly as possible. This is a great accomplishment for me, but not in the way you might be thinking. The accomplishment was that I did not go to any extremes to lose the weight and my body rewarded me for it.

You see, I have been here before. The first time I was at this juncture I was 17 years old, I weighed 295 pounds, and lost 140 of it in six months. Such extreme weight loss caused my hair to thin and my skin to sag. My appetite came back with a vengeance and with my metabolism slowed to a snails pace I skyrocked back up to 270 pounds. At the age of 21, I lost 90 lbs in nine months. I lost an additional 20 when I was hospitalized with gall bladder disease and pancreatitis. I kept the weight off for a longer period, but by age 25 I was back to 275.

If you do the math that means I lost 250 pounds and gained 230 from the age of 17 to 25. So in reality, it took me 8 years to keep off 20 pounds.

In both these weight loss attempts I suffered immensely. I starved, exercised through injury, wore sweaters/sweats in 90 degree weather, and did aerobic exercises till my shins couldn’t take anymore. So what was different the third time around? I stopped ignoring my body. I fed my mind with food, information, and positive thoughts.

I focused on fixing my behaviors. I slept more, drank more water, and kept my hygiene up. I learned how my body responded to certain foods, I managed my portions, and I never starved myself. I learned to cook a little bit more and tried to eat in instead of eat out. These steps alone caused me to lose 50 lbs by the summer of 2011. 

I know you are expecting me to tell you my entire regimen, how I lifted weights and worked my ass off. The truth is that while I did work my butt off to lose the weight my CORE problem was never the workouts. My problem was that I was a liar. I still am a liar, more or less, but I am much more honest than I was before. I would tell myself one day my agony would be worth it. I told myself whatever pain I endured would be returned in the form of pleasure, but I was lying to myself.  In reality I could write a book on how to NOT lose weight the right way. I am just beginning to learn the proper form, but I leave that for another post.

Tomorrow is not promised. You only have today and with such precious time you can only make small incremental changes. If you are given the gift of another day, month, year, you MAY bare the fruits of your micro-labors, but only if you “work” on it day by day.

I suppose that’s the point of this blog…

I plan to keep track of what I do day by day to improve myself. I want to make a transformation as extreme as you see in those pictures, but for it to be done in such a subtle matter that it sneaks up on me as if I did nothing different. So covert will this transformation be that one day it will simply dawn on me that I am a completely different, a better person.

Welcome to my world.

Hoomy’s world.