{"id":384,"date":"2011-11-07T16:04:00","date_gmt":"2011-11-07T16:04:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.sankinator.com\/blog\/?p=384"},"modified":"2011-11-07T16:28:10","modified_gmt":"2011-11-07T16:28:10","slug":"ill-cluck-and-ill-cluck-until","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.sankinator.com\/blog\/2011\/11\/07\/ill-cluck-and-ill-cluck-until\/","title":{"rendered":"I’ll cluck and I’ll cluck until…"},"content":{"rendered":"

Three weeks ago I may not have really and truly thought I would reach this point<\/a><\/span>. I have successfully, and without too much fuss and muss, dropped 20 pounds off this 5’9″ frame of mine.<\/p>\n

I am ecstatic about the progress I’ve made.<\/p>\n

I MISS PIZZA & BEER!<\/strong><\/p>\n

Sorry, I had to get that out…<\/p>\n

To be honest, it really wasn’t that difficult to reach this goal. I was overdoing it in massive portions. Let’s look at this last sentence a little closer…<\/p>\n

I (me – the fat<\/a><\/span> bastard) was (indicating that I’m no longer going down that path) overdoing (I think this word speaks for itself) it (indicates my lifestyle) in massive portions (denotes the size of how I did things – way too much!).<\/p>\n

Was that fun or what? Rock and roll baby!<\/p>\n

Did I mention how much I miss PIZZA & BEER!<\/strong><\/p>\n

Thanksgiving is fast approaching and it remains one of my favorite holidays bar none! I’ve already given it a great deal of thought and consideration on how I’m going to handle it, food wise.<\/p>\n

Here’s what I’ve come up with, I’m going to indulge exactly the way I’ve done in the past. That’s it, it’s just that simple.<\/p>\n

I refuse to deprive myself of any enjoyment. For one single day, I will drink wine, beer and muddled old fashioneds. I will eat until I can’t stand it any longer.<\/p>\n

Later on in the evening as per tradition, I will stack some sliced turkey breast high on 2 slices of white bread caked with copious amounts of Miracle Whip and seasoned with salt and pepper. I will plant my ass on the couch with my sandwich (or two depending on how I feel) and a large glass of ice cold whole milk.<\/p>\n

I’ll get comfortable in my pajamas and grab the remote. I’ll press play and watch my all-time favorite Thanksgiving movie, “Home for he Holidays,” with the all-star cast of \"\"Holly hunter<\/a><\/span>, Robert downing Jr., Charles Durning (one of my all time favs), Anne Bancroft, Dylan McDermott, Steve Guttenburg and Cynthia Stevenson. If you haven’t seen this movie, it is an absolute must!<\/p>\n

I’ll watch the movie and munch away on the delectably evil left-overs and pay for it later (around 3 in the morning as I’m chasing indigestion with water and pepto).<\/p>\n

The following morning I’ll be right back into the current lifestyle and re-focused on my goal until the next major holiday<\/a><\/span> arrives. I’ll look at myself in the mirror and accost the fat bastard staring back at me.<\/p>\n

My daily positive affirmation will quickly turn to berating. I will be disgusted with myself, accept it and then move on. I think this is healthier than belittling myself for an entire day. I can spend my energy any way I choose and I choose to try and be positive. I am a realist and being human<\/a><\/span> is synonymous with being wrong or making mistakes.<\/p>\n

I am human!<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

An Old friend<\/a><\/span>: You’ll never make it as a human being…<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

Me: I’ll keep trying…<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

An Old Friend: Don’t bother, just be yourself…
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I’ve also taught myself how to admit my faults and accept them, own them and then move on. That’s all the time I’ll spend on my recognized faults. And for the record, it’s not a daily occurrence\u00a0 for me.<\/p>\n

I try not to be overly self-critical. In the past, I used to spend hours a day worrying about what people thought of me. The thing is, everyone else was doing the same thing. What a world. Some people figure it out sooner than others and sadly, some don’t ever get it.<\/p>\n

I’ve found that spending time and energy constantly worry about how I’m perceived, whether or not I’m liked by the masses is a bit too narcissistic, even for me. I don’t care nearly as much as I used to. I have better things to focus on.<\/p>\n

You don’t need to wish me luck because I’ve got this!<\/p>\n

Viva la Chuck Sankey!<\/p>\n