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skin⋅ny
–adjective
1.
very lean or thin; emaciated: a skinny little kitten.
-Slang.
a. accurate information; data; facts.
b. news, ; gossip: i.e. Here's the skinny on the latest Hollywood scandal. (http://www.dictionary.com/)
Ironic as it sounds here is the "skinny on me" (even though skinny has never really been on me). In other words, I'm not, nor have I ever really been skinny. I'm a Father of 3 who simply took his child to the fire station one day, took a picture, and then realized I had a problem that in my case needed to be taken care of. For those of you who are visual people I'm going to put a picture here:
It's not that bad is it?
Yeah that's what I had told myself previously, however; in that moment something clicked inside of me.
I was tired of seeing that triple chin take over every picture!
It was that simple switch that we all have inside of us that at times we want to turn on but don't always seem to have the motivation for.
My energy level had gone to a new low, and even though my "family happiness" meter crashing through the "full side", my health and well-being meter was on a "warning" sign.
In my mind it never made sense:
Ever since I was a child I was the only person in my family with a weight problem. Believe it or not my Mother is a triathlete and my Father is a grew up a hardworking farm boy. How could I end up overweight?
It's pretty simple actually, as I simply ate more calories than I burned in a day over a very long period of time... but that explanation is for another post.
Just kidding, what a lame answer I know, (although it is true) in the end I just had some underlying issues about how I felt about food (after all I am the middle child) and how I always felt like I was never full.... Yes, I'm already using the middle child card.
In my family I am also the designated plate cleaner (gasp what could that mean). That simply means that after my family has eaten their food I do all of the clean up. Unfortunately, the leftover food on my children's plates never seemed to make it into the sink. Call me a sucker fish, call me a human garbage disposal, or whatever you want, but the truth is that I was always eating food that other people had left behind.
Most of it was done without thinking and my children's highly caloric diet of hot dogs, grilled cheese, chicken nuggets, and pizza was starting to collect in one of the more noticeable places on my body.... my chin.
Now that that's out of the way (I'm glad you've made it this far), I wanted to let you know why I started this blog.
I'd like to help.
As lame as that may sound, I know what it feels like to be overweight (I still am), and I know things that are working for me and those around me and I want to write them down so that you can use them.
Anyway, that's today's skinny. I'll try to write as often and as soon as I can to get some of my quick tips up.
–adjective
1.
very lean or thin; emaciated: a skinny little kitten.
-Slang.
a. accurate information; data; facts.
b. news, ; gossip: i.e. Here's the skinny on the latest Hollywood scandal. (http://www.dictionary.com/)
Ironic as it sounds here is the "skinny on me" (even though skinny has never really been on me). In other words, I'm not, nor have I ever really been skinny. I'm a Father of 3 who simply took his child to the fire station one day, took a picture, and then realized I had a problem that in my case needed to be taken care of. For those of you who are visual people I'm going to put a picture here:
It's not that bad is it?
Yeah that's what I had told myself previously, however; in that moment something clicked inside of me.
I was tired of seeing that triple chin take over every picture!
It was that simple switch that we all have inside of us that at times we want to turn on but don't always seem to have the motivation for.
My energy level had gone to a new low, and even though my "family happiness" meter crashing through the "full side", my health and well-being meter was on a "warning" sign.
In my mind it never made sense:
Ever since I was a child I was the only person in my family with a weight problem. Believe it or not my Mother is a triathlete and my Father is a grew up a hardworking farm boy. How could I end up overweight?
It's pretty simple actually, as I simply ate more calories than I burned in a day over a very long period of time... but that explanation is for another post.
Just kidding, what a lame answer I know, (although it is true) in the end I just had some underlying issues about how I felt about food (after all I am the middle child) and how I always felt like I was never full.... Yes, I'm already using the middle child card.
In my family I am also the designated plate cleaner (gasp what could that mean). That simply means that after my family has eaten their food I do all of the clean up. Unfortunately, the leftover food on my children's plates never seemed to make it into the sink. Call me a sucker fish, call me a human garbage disposal, or whatever you want, but the truth is that I was always eating food that other people had left behind.
Most of it was done without thinking and my children's highly caloric diet of hot dogs, grilled cheese, chicken nuggets, and pizza was starting to collect in one of the more noticeable places on my body.... my chin.
Now that that's out of the way (I'm glad you've made it this far), I wanted to let you know why I started this blog.
I'd like to help.
As lame as that may sound, I know what it feels like to be overweight (I still am), and I know things that are working for me and those around me and I want to write them down so that you can use them.
Anyway, that's today's skinny. I'll try to write as often and as soon as I can to get some of my quick tips up.
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