Off the wagon

For a couple of months, actually. I was going to the gym pretty regularly for a bit, then a new baby came and I find myself looking for a new job. And there hasn't been much to brag about lately. The runs I've taken have been slow and painful. Winter, though, isn't a great excuse for me. I've always enjoyed cold weather. But usually when I get up to do some exercising, my wife tells me that she's been up three times with the baby and he needs another bottle. I'd take him with, but even a short half hour run in 30 degrees isn't good for a baby, no matter how bundled he is.

So this is me:

Only less cartooney.

I recently watched the film Fat, Sick, and Nearly Dead online and think that juicing may be a great idea. If you haven't seen the movie, it's not juicing as in steroids; it's juicing as in fruits and vegetables. My wife is off getting groceries now, and I've sent her with a list of produce--pretty much anything that can be stuck in a juicer. If there's enough when she gets back, I plan on starting tomorrow with a juice-only diet for a while.

But wait, the juice fast in the movie is 60 days and the holidays are coming up. Wouldn't it be best to start afterwards?

No. I think this is the perfect time to start. Under normal holiday circumstances, we get fatter between November and December. I've even got a birthday thrown in the middle of Thanksgiving and Christmas.

I figure there's a choice: start the new year fatter and go for a New Year's Resolution that will likely end in the wastelands of well-intentioned ideas, or break the cycle and begin something new. It's time to get out of the cycle of Normal.

Normal is eating everything in sight. Normal is naps on the couch in front of a football game. Normal is a month of leftovers of things I really didn't like eating in the first place but deal with once a year. Normal is dousing gravy on everything imaginable. Normal is lying to yourself that it's only once a year.

Normal is broken.

It's time for crazy.