Ahmadinejad votes up after partial re-count


No surprise here.  Ahmadinejad and his supporters stuff the ballot boxes to where we have over 100% turn out.  Now we predictably have a situation where Ahmadinejad is up in the vote total after a recount.  I am surprised of the naivety of the Mullahs.  Did they not know that there are 1.3 Billion Chinese out there that can call them on the suspicious nature of the numbers they are turning up?  That’s 1.3 Billion math experts out there that don’t need a Persian Abacus to count.

Human rights center in city tracks abuses by Iranian forces


An excellent example of journalism chronicling the abuses by the Iranians.

Lasala, 33, is one of 10 young employees and interns at the Iran Human Rights Documentation Center who are collecting videos, photos and news reports as they wait to arrange interviews with eyewitnesses to the violence.

List of People in Iran Killed or Detained


Below is a list of the patriots who protest in Iran against a useless and oppressive government.  Please take a moment to remember the fallen.

Killed and Detained Since 12 June.

Iran Is Run By Losers


With all of the chaos over in Iran, government stupidity always manages to shine through.  The government has “asked” members of the soccer team to resign for wearing green wristbands, showing support for the protesters.  Since they effectively fired a good portion of their soccer team without consideration for how it would affect the team’s performance and as a byproduct, national glory, we can conclude that Iran is run by losers.  That’s right.  They decide to put symbolism ahead of building a winning team.  It’s a Dilbert cartoon with turbans which means Elbonia is a good analogy here.  If they can’t build a winning soccer team, then how can they expect to build a winning economy or military?

They also said that they plan to clear the country of hooligans.  Which is pretty easy to do when you don’t have a serviceable soccer team anymore.  I had no idea there were that many British soccer fans in Iran, but if the Supreme Leader doesn’t like them trashing his stadium then he’s well within his right to make a losing soccer team so the Brits don’t destroy the place after they lose the match.

Poor planning is one many reasons Iran will fail and Asians will end up ruling that part of the world.  We understand the value of building a winning team at all levels.  We also understand that winning at all levels is important.  But Iran has yet to produce a Supreme Leader that rivals the skills of Mao Zedong or Ho Chi Minh.  Not that the current Supreme Leader has any math skills to speak of since he only realized this week that more than 100% voter turn out is not normal.

Working out again


My knee finally feels good enough to give my kettlebells a whirl once again.

Back straight, relax your arms, use your hips… I pick up the 53 pound kettlebell, and it feels a lot damn heavier than 53 pounds.

I’m not going to overdo it today, just a few swings to make sure I can use proper form without the knee hurting.  Just a few halos to make sure my shoulders are still up for this.  Something I haven’t noticed in previous workouts.  After only 10 reps on each side, I’m breathing heavy.  Nothing hurts.  I don’t feel fatigue, but my heart rate is definitely elevated.  A “normal” workout for a kettlebell beginner is 12 minutes of swings one one day, 5 minutes of “get ups” on the next.  Take a day off, then repeat the first two days. (10 minutes of stretching exercises (pumps and halos) before each workout)

I think I’m going to cut that in half for the next week or so until I’m sure I’ve got my wind back, or maybe work in an extra stretching break  in the middle of each set.  I’m still going to use the 35 pounder for get-ups, but I feel strong enough to give the 53 pounder a shot soon.

Cleansing the Palate


Too much serious stuff going on here, so I thought I’d post something that, frankly, I find hilarious.

Enjoy.

By the way, this clown (Benny Hinn), is the same Jesus-huckster who convinced Evander Holyfield to write a check for a quarter million bucks.  I guess it should be no surprise, given Holyfield’s masterful job at managing money, that Evander not only had his house foreclosed but is a deadbeat dad to boot.

P.T. Barnum was right…

Keeping a promise.


A while back, I made a promise to share some details about what has finally motivated me to get off my ass and drop some pounds.

In my circle of friends, we do a fair amount of abuse to one another.  We insult, we snark, we deal with it pretty well most of the time.  Not long ago, it got ugly.  I was never particularly fond of fat jokes, but with most of my friends, whether the have spelling issues that lead me to call them “illiterate” among other names, or dance like the worst cliche of “White Man’s Disease” you’ve ever seen, or have something else going on that is “fair game” for the rest of us, I’ve learned to deal with it, and not let it bother me too much.

That all changed the day one of my friend’s kid said “Kevin, you’re fat.” and started laughing.

If this had been an adult and not a 6 year old child, I would have broken his jaw.  I was so mad, I was literally shaking.  I can’t really hold it against the kid, he’s 6.  He doesn’t know better.  I guess I could hold it against his parents, but I’m reasonably sure that they would be mortified had I decided to make an issue of it.  I let it go, figuring that I’d get over it.

I didn’t.  Every time my friends even get close to that particular topic of discussion, I went silent.  The kind of silence that screams to anyone who knows me. “Don’t go here… You really don’t want to go here.”

In fact, several months later, it makes me just as angry today as it did then.  So much so that my friendship with this little boy’s father has suffered.  So much so that I am loathe to speak to him, lest I say something unkind about a child who had no idea what he was saying, or how much it hurt.

What it has also done, is motivated me.  Not because I’m trying to impress anyone, but because 10 years ago, it would have taken a bold man, indeed, to make such a comment in my presence.  The idea that my own friends don’t respect me because of this problem is nearly unbearable.

I’m seriously pissed about it, enough that I am shutting myself away from my own friends in order to do something about it.  I guess, at the end of the day, I’m most mad at myself, and that’s as safe a target for my anger as anyone.  The hell of it is, most of my friends talk often of their own struggles with losing weight, but for some reason, I wound up as the punching bag.  I can take it, that’s not the issue.  The problem is that I have enough pride not to want to even be mentioned in such a discussion.  Anger and pride can be a powerful motivator if used correctly.

And *that’s* where the drive comes from.

It’s not always about motivation


I get a bit tired of hearing that fat people are unmotivated or lazy with respect to losing weight.  Such helpful advice as “eat less” and “exercise more” from well meaning friends or even “eat fewer carbs” from doctors who are supposed to fucking know better can drive someone over the brink.

Last night, I hit my brink, and cruised right over into the abyss.

The next person who gives me unsolicited weight management advice is going to get a punch in the fucking mouth.  The last thing I need to hear is some 185 pound gym rat give me yet another lecture on health and fitness.  I’m 6’4 and 325 pounds.  I can throw a beer keg almost 50 feet and play 3 sets of doubles tennis in 90 degree heat.  I took that “100 pushup challenge” and squeezed out 70 pushups before getting bored on my first attempt (finishing the last 30 just on general principle).  I am built like a freakin’ grizzly bear and just about as strong as one.  I’m not a couch-potato, but at 37 years of age, I’d like to be in better shape.  I don’t need to be built like a power lifter, and I’m not trying to “get huge”.  I want to lose some pounds not because I look terrible, but because I want to improve.   Yet all sorts of “educated” people look at the numbers 3-2-5 and think “raging lard ass”.  These are usually the same people who meet me in person and say “You don’t LOOK like you weigh 325.”  A couple of weeks ago, some moron started cracking fat jokes when I mentioned that I weighed 325 pounds, right before I pointed out that he and I have the same waist size.

It aggravates me to no end to hear people refer to BMI and charts that were developed 30 years ago in order to determine if someone is “fit” or not.  I am sick of hearing all about “lifestyle changes” and “new ways of living” for anyone who can’t shop off the rack at Banana Republic.

I don’t WANT to look like an Pimpercrombie & Bitch model.  I just want to make the transition into middle age in a little bit better shape.

Yet to achieve these goals, I am exposed to a constant litany of advice such as

  • Work out every day for at least an hour (Who has this kind of time?  Do you have a job?)
  • Don’t eat carbohydrates (I understand low carb dieting, and the fact that it sheds weight, but let’s face it.  Bread has been a staple of the human diet since the dawn of time.  Now you’re saying that it’s unhealthy?)
  • Don’t eat fat (Oh, explain to me how everyone else on the planet PREFERS fat in their diet as a delicacy, but the US of low fat A is getting fatter by the day?)
  • Don’t eat sugar (Which one? Sucrose, Fructose, Dextrose, Sucralose, Upyernose?  You telling me that the sugar in a piece of fruit is just as bad for you as a Twinkie?)
  • Take our magic diet pill and the pounds will just fall right off. (Along with your liver, kidneys, and maybe even heart.)
  • Try our all-natural Acai-berry-and-ant-fart smoothie… (Because if that fat bitch, Oprah, says it then it MUST be true.)

Weight Watchers, of all groups, has figured it out better than a lot of folks.  There is no magic pill.  There is no “Amazing Fat Loss Secret”.  Watch what you eat, get some exercise, and don’t expect to lose weight that took you 30 years to gain in 30 days.

The hell of it is, I’m not in terrible shape.  My most recent physical showed that my heart is healthy, my cholesterol is just slightly above normal, and my blood pressure is borderline.  In the words of my own physician, “nothing that losing a little more weight won’t cure.”

So why did I tell my wife “Fuck it, it’s easier to get fat and die” last night?

Because my doctor sent me a “diet plan” that was not much more than:

  • Don’t eat white starches (rice, pasta, potatoes, white bread)
  • Don’t eat sugar
  • Eat lots of veggies
  • Eat lean meat

No information on portion control, caloric intake, nutrient intake or even exercise.  Don’t get me wrong, I sincerely hope that it’s just this easy, but in an effort to look into “Low Carb diet” (which was the heading on the “diet plan” that the doc sent me), I ran into the biggest problem in the information age.

Too much crap, not enough useful information.

30 minutes of Google-surfing just about made me want to scream.  I saw plans that ranged from the dangerous (Eat no carbs… ever.) to the merely draconian (<40 grams of carbohydrates/day).  My wife, who was diagnosed with Gestational Diabetes when she was pregnant with our daughter, went to a dietician who put her on a regimen of 6 meals per day, with no more than 30 grams of carbohydrates per meal.  It balanced out her blood sugar, and she actually dropped 30 pounds during her pregnancy. (not counting the baby, of course)  Now I’m pretty sure her situation is different than my own, but that said, her diet plan seemed to consist of

  • Don’t eat too many carbohydrates (with specifics on how much is allowed)
  • Eat as much protein as you can
  • Avoid sugar when possible

Look familiar?  Doc may be on to something here.

This week, we’re putting together the shopping list and diet plan.  I started my workout regimen this week. For those of you who are interested, take a good long look at Kettlebells.  I started with a 53-pounder, and you can get an impressively tiring workout in a short time with these. (Average workout might take 15-20 minutes/day)

That takes care of the diet and exercise plan.  Here’s the final important part.  Get a support group (again, Weight Watchers is really good at this) of people who can motivate you to keep going when your own self-discipline is flagging a bit.  If you need someone to talk you through a rough patch, drop ME a note.  I’ll help however I can.   You’ve taken your entire life to get to the point where you are today.  Don’t expect to undo all of the damage in a month or two.