Observation #1: Motivation: Where did the competition go?

Why lose weight? Fudgee-os are like pieces of heaven that have fallen to Earth and found their way into my bedside table.  You “double stuff” lover, you’ve got yourself something special. The Three Musketeers are three of my best friends. Hold up a Reece’s Peanut Butter Cup beside a parsnip; no contest. So why stop eating stuff that tastes good? (Skinny people will now say, “I can make vegetables taste just as good”. Bullshit.)

Logical people (women mostly) will say do it for your family. “Don’t you want to live for your girls?” Well no shit of course I do. This should be enough. How do you get that hitch in your giddy-up? How do you get started? This is where men and women split.

Women join Weight-Watchers or a women’s gym. There is support. There is encouragement. There is a shoulder to cry on. A feel good approach.

Men need competition. Shit talking. Berating. We are primal. In cave man days, we competed for food. If we lost, our clan would go hungry. Decades of video games and the advent of the Baconator has not bred that competition out of men. I guess that’s why men in their thirties tend to develop the spare tire. We don’t have that opportunity to compete as much as we did growing up.

The motivation for Operation 180 is appealing to that competitive instinct that I miss. One hundred and eighty days to reach a goal weight of 180 pounds. I am competing against myself, against the deadline and against the Internet. Facebook. Accountability. By posting my weight every week, the Internet will judge me. That’s what I need. In fact, I’m not sure I want encouragement at all. Just scorn if I fall off.

Operation 180 will also have weekly mini-challenges. This appeals to the short term. More competition. Wives and girlfriends will cringe at this but I think its time for men to amp up the competition. Instead of watching MMA, go punch someone. Maybe not a good idea. However, find someone or something to compete against. Recapture that fire. Should be fun. All I know is that my tits have just jumped a cup size. Time for a change.