Posted by Patrick Corkum on May 5, 2010
So, it has been a little while since I have updated on my weight loss journey. The bad news first…. I didn’t lose any weight. In fact, I am up to 187.4. Argh…. So, I have to ask myself why. And here are the reasons excuses why:
- My body doesn’t want to cooperate.
- I have not been able to do much exercise because I hurt my achilles while playing golf.
- I had to eat out too much because I went on two trips.
Now, regardless of whether or not I have been able to exercise because of my injury (which has been quite painful), I had gone almost a full week eating only a very few calories per day and running on the treadmill for 30 minutes a day. After all of that, I had gained weight to more than I am now. I think my body has gotten to the point where it pulls calories out of the air. Either that or the energy companies need to obtain my body for scientific research in order to determine how to get more energy out of a system than goes in. I could be a millionaire!
Posted by Patrick Corkum on April 22, 2010
So, I am going golfing this weekend. Typically I stink. No, not from sweating. I have possibly the worse slice known to man. When I hit a golf ball, the ball goes about 150 yards straight down the fairway. It then stops, turns its right turn signal on and takes a sharp right turn. The slice is so bad, that I sometimes am scared that the ball is going to hit me on its return back towards me. Anyway, wish me luck. My goal is to make 2 birdies in the 4 rounds of golf that I am playing.
Posted by Patrick Corkum on April 19, 2010
My wife, God bless her heart, has opinions about my physical appearance. Yes, I am sure this comes to you as a surprise! Well, my father recently retired from his job of many, many years and brought me the picture that he had kept in his office of me for the past 15 or so years. I am guessing that it is probably during my Junior year of high school. I am guessing this because of the fact that I was wearing blue jeans (before that I would only wear black). Also, I think that I might have been a little bit thinner in my senior. See picture:
So, it is not the best picture ever taken of me, but it isn’t THAT bad. I am/was a towering 5′ 5″ and in the picture was probably between 115 and 120 pounds. After seeing the strikingly handsome image of me in the picture, she proclaimed, “It’s a good thing that I didn’t meet you in High School. Yes, I am that shallow.” Ouch!
This leaves me in a bit of a predicament. Currently, I am a bit heavy. Okay, the stupid BMI things try to tell me that I am morbidly obese. This is a bit overkill (no pun intended). I can run a 5K faster than my wife who tips the scales around the 3 digit mark, so it isn’t THAT bad. That being said, I definitely need to lose weight. The problem is that my itty-bitty wife doesn’t want me to because she is afraid that I will lose my “cuddliness”. Basically, she is telling me that she would rather me be cuddly than healthy/alive. Okay, she really doesn’t feel that way, but she doesn’t want me to look like I did in High School (really, I think it is the hair she doesn’t like).
So, what is a big man to do? Well, I struck up a bargain with her. We are both science/technology/engineer/math freak (aka STEM freaks). So, I devised a method where we will optimize my health/attractiveness/cuddliness/etc…. What we are going to do, starting today is that I am going to start dropping the pounds by eating well and exercising. Then, on a weekly basis (Monday morning), I am going to blog about where I stand with my weight and fat% as it is reported on my scale. She is then going rate me in those categories that she finds so important (i.e. cuddliness) on her blog (www.theCorkums.com). Let the blogging begin!
As of waking up this morning:
- Weight – 186.6 lbs (which is low because I was like 190.2 just a couple days ago)
- Fat % – 30.9% (my water % is low in the morning which throws this number off)
Please, if I am to do this, I am going to need a whole lotta prayer!
Posted by Patrick Corkum on March 23, 2010
So today, I get up the energy to go for a run. This seems to only happen on Tuesdays for some odd reason. I have NO idea why. Maybe today it was because it took me twice as long as expected to get downtown for my first Technet meeting (ARGH! #&%*&$#%*&#) So, as usual, I decide to challenge myself. Please keep in mind that I haven’t run since last Tuesday, walked the Tuesday before and hadn’t done much of anything else in the past 8 months. We have a state park that is 1.02 miles down the street from us. And when I say down, I am not referring to just south, I am referring to D O W N!!!! This of course fits my personality spot on – jump in the deep end with no life preserver so that you have no choice whether or not to finish. So, I start off and cruise down hill at a moderate speed, makin sure to not tire myself too much early on. Well, I get down the hill to the park at 1.02 miles and enter the driveway. Well, the driveway goes down a little and then up. At about .001 miles into the up, I am pooped! (my youngest son told me when I got home that I am not poop, I am daddy). But, I convince myself that it is all in my head and that I can continue. Besides, I don’t want to go back up the BIG hill right now anyway. So, I decided to do a little trail run on the muddy trail (okay, it wasn’t muddy at all). All the while, I am thinking to myself… if I get to a muddy part, I’ll have a great excuse for stopping and walking a little so as to not fall. This plan worked out perfectly! I got a little downhill in and walked the VERY MUDDY uphill 
. After all, I wouldn’t want to risk falling and breaking my leg or anything like that. All the uphills were muddy, forcing me to walk to avoid slipping and falling and breaking a leg. So, after shortening my trail loop, I get a rough estimate that if I return home now, it will be pretty close to a 5K total. This is perfect, I will get to see if I can beat my high-school best 5K time of 17:52 (really). I leave the park and charge back up the monster hill to the top. <I am at this point thinking how stupid my idea was to run downhill 1.02 miles to the bottom of the hill FIRST.> So, I start up that hill, having been running for 26 minutes already in a hope that I will beat my best-time ever. Up the hill I go, running walking at what felt like light snail speed. As two women, who were walking, passed me, I reflected and wondered as to why I was attempting to run. Then finally, I arrive at home, beating my best time with a time of 41:15!
