BSC 2011 - Week 32

Good morning, campers!  Can you believe it was eight months ago that Big Skeezy started this journey?  It’s been frought with ups and downs, mostly on the scale, but he’s kept on fighting through.  Skeezy dropped a solitary pound last week, inching him ever closer to the century mark and the sweet taste of beer again.  How did he fare this week?  Let’s break it down:

Normally, it’s here that I would reminisce on the year so far and then launch into how great the week started.  I would then spend a good amount of real estate detailing my weekend shenanigans, followed by how Sunday was a bit more relaxing and Monday it was “back in the saddle” before, as always, I stepped onto the scale to discover…whatever I discovered.

Not this week, gang.  I’m not feeling it today.  Truth be told, I’m a bit bored with the whole thing at this point.  Before you think that I’m giving up, just hear me out.  First of all, I assure that I’m not giving up.  I’ve stated time and again in previous posts that even when the BSC is over at the end of the year as far as weekly check-ins go, it’ll never be truly over.  It’s a – all together now – lifestyle change.

Honestly, I’m getting bored with my own posts.  If I’m getting bored with them I can only imagine how dull you must find them.  It’s amazing how easy it is to discover that, behind all of the different things you do as a year moves along, your life is kind of a broken record.  That sounds a lot more morose than I mean it, because I love my life.  I have an awesome life, an incredible family, and awesome, awesome friends.  I wouldn’t trade being Big Skeezy for the world except, of course, to become the Skeezy Formally Known As Big.  Still, I can’t help but think that it’s just the same stuff over and over again.  It doesn’t feel like it as I’m living it but when I recap everything I just find myself going through the motions these days.  Sure, I could tell you all about the great few days I had in the gym leading up to the Friday night beach barbecue with the internet porn stars.  I could even regale you with the tale of the evening I had on Saturday where I thought an old man had died at the bar.  Still, it’s all the same old thing, isn’t it?  It’s the same post, over and over again.  Like the great poet/Aqua Net aficionado Bon Jovi said, “only the names will change”.

Now the question becomes, what am I going to do about it?  How am I going to spice up not only these posts but also the entire BSC itself?  It’s become kind of humdrum.  I think that’s because it is a – all together now – lifestyle change and writing about something that isn’t really ever going to end has become dull for me, which makes it dull for you, which doesn’t drive traffic to Cosby Sweaters and doesn’t help us all get hoverboard money.

So I put it to you, the reader.  What would you suggest I do to spruce things up a bit?  Do you want pictures?  I was actually digging through some pictures this morning and found a couple that I wanted to share with you.  This is me last summer:


What at tub of goo, right?  Here I am about a year later (early June 2011):


Bit of a difference, huh?  Heck, even that picture was about twenty pounds ago.  I actually tried to take one of those self-portraits in the mirror with my cell phone this morning like those skonka-ass hoochie mommas but it didn’t work out too well.  Maybe it was because it was 5AM and maybe because I’m not a teenage whore, but in any case this was the best picture I could find.

But is it enough?  I guess I’m a bit more entertained, but it still seems like I need a jolt.  So, please, send me your comments and suggestions.  Anything I think is a good idea, I’ll do.  It is a challenge, after all.  Push me.

For the record, I broke even this week.  Still sitting at 283, eighty-eight lost on the year.

Thanks for reading.  Go get it.