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May 25, 2006
The Grand Plan
Sometimes I have thoughts about things I'll blog about that never make it to the blog. It isn't any great loss to you, dear reader. You've seen the type of things that make it here and a lot of those things were rock-solid, fleshed out, ideas that sounded good while I was driving but sort of sucked in print.
Some of the things that don't make it are things that flit in and out of my head. Something that pops in when I'm strolling or riding my bike and then pops out when something shiny catches my eye and distracts me.
The problem, for you, arises when the thought pops back in my head and I have a wait, I've blogged about this ... no I haven't ... I was going to but didn't moment. And then I search for it, don't find it, and blog about it (again). Or I don't search and just cut loose at the keyboard.
I may or may not have blogged about parts of this.
Not terribly long ago I was at the gym. Well, it was months and months ago, maybe last fall. We'll say October.
At that point in time I'd been having thoughts that perhaps the people around me wouldn't recognize me as the big fat guy that used to come in and maybe they'd think I was a whole different person altogether. This played into my grand plan of remaining an anonymous gym rat and not having to answer too many of those, "How did you do it type" questions.
I had this thought ... hold on ... I formulated The Grand Plan on a Monday. Probably not really, but we'll use it as a point of reference. On Tuesday or Wednesday I was in the gym and someone came up to me and commented that he remembered when I started coming in and he admired how much weight I'd lost the last couple of years.
I always think it's interesting when things like this happen. I come up with the idea that maybe people will think I'm someone different from the big guy that used to come in and -- boom -- within a day or two that idea is shot down. OR, I marvel at how long it has been since I've been ill and -- boom -- I miss four days of work starting just a few days later.
A couple of days ago I found my gym paperwork -- (boom chuk-a-luka) -- the paperwork that shows I've been a member for six years. Three of the four employees I see most of the time at the gym have been there the whole six years. One of the guys has been that about a year.
Today I took my BFD picture to the gym and shared it with the folks I see several times a week.
One of the gals studied it and said, "How long ago was this? I remember this guy." She knew it was me when she said it but, well, I just do a crappy job conveying dialog.
I know this whole thing flies in the face of my desire to remain anonymous in life -- but I thought they'd like to know. And I'm all about helping people.
(Maybe, just maybe, there's some hope for The Grand Plan after all.)
I wish I could find my old general practitioner. He's they guy who first found the hormone problem and I'd like him to see the results of his handiwork. I think docs have a hard row to hoe these days and sometimes they need to be reminded when they do a good job.
Posted by delmer at May 25, 2006 2:51 PM
Comments
You might be able to profit from your weight loss, actually. They could put before and after pictures of you up in the gym. You could be like Jarred for Subway.
Delmer for the gym.
Posted by: The Phoenix at May 26, 2006 8:42 AM
I don't know that Delmer is a good spokesperson name. I used to be a DJ at a country music station -- 'Delmer' was too hillbilly even for that ... I became Dan Lyons.
And ... I'd feel like a cheater. It's that whole hormone thing I've got going on. I've noticed lately, though, that when people ask how it happened I just say I watch what I eat. It's a time saver.
Posted by: delmer at May 27, 2006 12:18 AM