I had my, "Yay! Obama Hasn't Gotten Shot Party" last night and all went well. My wife was able to outsource our childcare duties to her parents for the evening. We had a respectable assortment of beer and if I do say so myself I did a fair job cooking.
It's been a week since I started my, "Oh my Fictitious Divine Being! I've got to lose some weight!" campaign (See my post, "Sleepy Time in Purgatory). It's been mostly effective. Though I did imbibe a bit more than I usually do (with the party and all) I weighed myself this morning and I'm down a pound... 194. For those of you who haven't met me in the flesh, I'm 6 feet tall with a fairly light frame. My ultimate goal is to be 180.
My undergraduate degree was in Psychology and I've done Graduate work in Psych too. One of the most important things I got out of college is an understanding of how behavior works. Whenever I want to change a habit I start out with small changes. Once I see positive results I build on them. For example, when I started working out ( a few years ago) I bought some hand weights and only exercised for a few minutes at a time. I dropped some weight (I was 230 at the time) and when I became more confident I joined a gym.
A lot of folk get really irrational about weight (I am not immune, once again see my Sleepy Time) . There is a Weight loss -Industrial Complex which feeds off this irrationality. Regardless of the amount of Paid For TV Commercials there are no quick fixes, no magic bullet. What these quick fixes do accomplish is to give a person a false sense of hope.
Kinda like religion.