Category: Life

One Week on Keto

Well, I finished my first week on Keto. And I have to say, it was rough. You never notice how much you crave carbs until you cut them out. But it is entirely worth it. I lost 8 pounds in my first week, which is extraordinary given that I don’t have much to lose. I’m sure a lot of that is water weight and it will even out over the next few weeks, but it’s still a good start.

Starting off, I would eat a tremendous amount of spinach and chicken; mostly because I hadn’t quite figured out what I could and couldn’t have. I’ve since been learning what foods are high in fat and low in carbs and balancing them on a day to day basis. I calculated that my macros are at about 75%, 20%, and 5%; fat, protein, and carbs, respectively.

I reached a state of ketosis by my third day; which came at a cost. The keto flu happens when your body transitions from burning carbs, to creating the enzymes required to burn fat. When it happened, it was brutal. I was practically incapacitated for an hour or so. If you want to try this, I can’t stress enough the amount of water and salt you need. I’ve even gotten into the habit of drinking chicken broth for the sodium.

Other things I’ve done in this past week has been to intensify my workouts, which has surely helped, and attempt to get a proper nights sleep. I’ll update again at a month.

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First Day on Keto

Yup, you read that right, I’m trying a diet. It’s no secret that when my wife got pregnant, I gained a lot of weight. I went from 215, which I was at for a number of years, to over 250. Well, I made a few lifestyle changes and dropped down to 205. My initial goal was to reach 185. After hitting a major plateau, I decided to add exercise. After that, I quickly dropped my weight and reached my goal. I did it all without ever going on an actual diet. Obviously, I took up water as my main liquid source (instead of pop), cut out a lot of sugar, and stopped eating so late. I feel great and have a lot of energy. The only problem, there are still a few problem areas from my initial weight gain that I can’t seem to shed. And the only way I can get rid of it is to drop my body fat percentage. Enter Keto.

Keto, short for Ketogenic Diet, is all about putting your body into Ketosis. When entered, your body burns fat, instead of carbs, for energy. You do this by eating very little carbs, I choose under 10g a day, and A LOT of fat, while maintaining a calorie deficit. After quite a few weeks of research, it has also been linked to various other health benefits as well. Most of my information came from Craig at ruled.me.

Anyway, yesterday was my first day and I have to say, I’m hungry. But I’m sure that this is because of my caloric/carb consumption beforehand. Considering most people’s experiences in the first week or so, I’m looking forward to different side effects. As my body hasn’t had to adjust yet, the only thing I’ve noticed is that I have been peeing a lot. More than I think I ever have.

Mug Cake

 

I’ve created a meal plan somewhat based on Craig’s plan but is catered to me, and eventually involves intermittent fasting. By time I’m done, I’ll post results and supply any recommendations to anyone else looking forward to trying Keto.

Please check out the information at ruled.me, as well as all the different recipes. It’s an excellent resource.!!

Keto in a Nutshell – ruled.me

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Beer, Brats, and Barbarians

As much as I enjoy nerd culture and all the things it has to offer, there has always been one subject that I absolutely stayed away from; Dungeons and Dragons. It’s not that I didn’t like the idea, or feel any certain way about people who do enjoy it, it was more of one of those things that I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t be in to. Well, last night, I said, “What the hell”, and gave it a try.

After hearing that people have never tried it, or even heard of it, Mike had offered to be the Dungeon Master (DM) and introduce a handful of us to D&D. The way it works is that the DM creates a basis of a story that the characters follow through. You build a character and then, as a group, play through this story with the DM guiding you along. Your character, and the story, is all written down on pieces of paper, and your attacks and hits are all decided by rolling various sided die. You do, however, get pretty badass figurines to represent your character on the map.

Four of our character figurines.

Four of our character figurines.

I offered to host this gathering of legendary heroes; in which case everyone arrived at my house around 3pm. Jason, Patrick, and Clark, whom are apart of WMCan’tBlog were there; along with Ashley, Sam, Kyle, Jake, and Mike’s wife Kelsey. I honestly did not know what to expect. Ash and Kyle’s sole intentions were to observe the “nerdfest”, which they did.

The first thing I realized about Dungeons and Dragons was how incredibly long it took to get ready. It was almost two hours before we began. This is because you need to pick your character’s race, your character’s class, roll for stats, and then assign traits. With 8 people, many of whom have never played, it took a very long time. The character race I chose was the Dragonborn. Not only because I am a huge fan of Skyrim, but because he could breathe fire, which is pretty badass if you ask me. For the class, I chose the Fighter. The Fighter is a good, well-rounded, melee class. I also named my character Dovah, short for Dovahnkiin, which is what the dragons call the Dragonborn in Skyrim. And yes…… I went there….

My character and dice set.

My character and dice set.

When we finally started, our characters awaken in a dark room, which they are then pulled from and presented to a Gnome King. The king warns of a great evil that needs to be vanquished, and which is the reason he gathered his realms mightiest heroes. He then teleports us to a field that has a small building in it. Keep in mind that this is all narrated by Mike, our dungeon master. Around this time, it really becomes enjoyable. I believe it was due to the social aspect that is presented because of the confines of paper and pencil, but still all in the same room together. By now, we had already given our characters dicks awesome weapon names; The Schlong of Wrath, The Baby Arm, The Great Wang, The Womb Raider. We then, as a group, were able to determine what we could do next. Jake volunteers to kick in the door…

I’ve got to say, for the entire time, Jake’s ineptness at rolling dice became very clear. When you roll the 20-sided die to determine the hit chance, a 20 is an automatic hit, and a 1 is an automatic failure. So when Jake decides to kick in the door, he rolls a 1. In fact, he pretty much only rolled ones. Mike, being the merciful DM he is, only allowed Jake to walk away with a limp, however, it could have been much worse. Actually, Jake’s sole purpose of playing was to try to destroy Clark’s, Sam’s, or my character. It was quite entertaining.

My table transformed.

My table transformed.

Continuing along, Jason knocks and we enter the building to encounter an Orc and a Gnome. At this point, it becomes clear to me the way battle is done. Much like in a video game, you are given the opportunity to attack an enemy and the chance of a hit, and the damage that is dealt, is handled randomly. Luck, as it is, plays a very important role in this game. Sam and Jason, fortunately, have a lot of luck. They slay the two foes, we loot the room, and then continue into the next room.

This goes on for five rooms total. Some of the more interesting things to happen during this time was the variation’s in enemies, Clark trading his shitty bow skills for swords, and Jake interrogating a Goblin by asking it, “Tits or GTFO”. In fact, he even threw said Goblin at Sam’s character. Which illustrates how crazy this game can be. It’s entirely dependent on you and your team’s imagination. After that, we entered the fifth room, which was the boss room.

This is kind of where my frustration began. We were introduced to a Mindflair, which is basically a Cthulhu character, along with three other baddies to serve as the boss fight. The only problem is that they teleported away and filled the room with generic enemies. I assumed that once we beat the room, we would get an opportunity to take on the bosses, mostly because I had been saving my badass fire-breathing for the boss. But, it ended. The game just ended. I then found out that the way it works is that you keep track of your characters and gain experience to level them up. We weren’t high enough levels yet, and should we all get together to do again, we can eventually take on the Mindflair, and someday, a dragon.

This would have been the Boss fight.

This would have been the Boss fight.

So, this is where it ended. I reflected on it and realized something about Dungeons and Dragons. I used to think that it was one of those things reserved for only the nerdiest of nerds. However, I found myself enjoying it a lot more than I thought I would. Had I grown up in a time without video games, or the such, I can easily see myself liking it even more. Unfortunately, as much as I enjoyed the social aspect, and not to say I would never do it again, it really just didn’t feel like the thing for me. I’m happy, though, to have given it a try and to finally find out what it meant to play Dungeons and Dragons. Also, a huge shoutout to Mike for being an excellent Dungeon Master!!!

 

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So I Got Hired To Develop Some Websites

I started designing websites and user interfaces when I was 15. I enjoyed it, immensely. It was also how I got most of my experience with photoshop. Unfortunately, the last time I did one was when I was 17. Fast forward 7 years and HTML5 has been released, WordPress has been improved greatly, and here I am, designing websites again.

Actually, I wasn’t even expecting it. When I wanted to relaunch WM Can’t Blog, I never saw myself doing it again, for someone else. In the last two weeks, I did this website, and another I developed for my in-law’s business. Both are extremely different, and offer a showcase in the skills I used to have. Anyway, I got on the topic with someone yesterday and showed him the sites. He immediately asked me if I would like to do two websites for him. I graciously accepted and am highly looking forward to doing this again; both as an expression in creativity, and as a way to get back to my roots.

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Flaws; and All Those Things That Make Us Human

A few weeks ago, someone asked me what my flaws were. At the time, I could only think of one, which would be my complete lack of patience. I answered with this because it was not only the sole flaw that came to mind, but it was also the first one someone new in my life might notice; as well as one I have made many an effort to adjust. Since then, I have been secretly taking notes on anything the people close to me have said regarding my demeanor or their experiences with me. So, for the last two weeks, these are the flaws noticed by my friends and family.

1. The Gold Standard

Nobody is perfect. It’s a symptom of the human condition. But not being perfect doesn’t mean I shouldn’t try my hardest… right? Why not attempt to please everyone, drive myself to be the best I can, or try to push the people around me to try their best as well. Holding myself to this impossible standard spreads me so thin that I never fully commit, or sometimes complete, my current objective. And to be perfectly honest, it’s a miracle that I’ve made it so far with my education, my family, or anything for that matter.

I heard before that the road to ruin is paved with tears and good intentions.  An example would be what I’ve done to myself within the last month. I’ve taken my wife to hell and back, dragged my friends through the dirt, and emotionally suffocated my own advancement, all in an attempt to achieve my own selfish desires. I am the sole proprietor to these events and have since accepted that. However, my wife’s trust in me is forever faltered, I pushed my friends so hard that they lost faith in me, and I reached a breaking point I haven’t seen in years. In an effort to reach this gold standard I set for myself, one that also gets inflicted on me, I push myself until I can’t push anymore. Only after I see the fallout of my actions do I realize that being human is to fail, be flawed, and recognize imperfectness. I hope someday I can wholeheartedly believe that I can be more than what I am and still find it in me to accept any incident that I am not.

2. Public Judgement

I pride myself in finding the courage to accept constructive criticism and use it as a tool to grow, to change based on how other people see me. This can be just as much important to self development as it is to realize any faults on your own. What I do find myself not being able to accept is criticism that is not constructive. Someone tells me something that I did wrong without giving the input I need to promote progress, I get a bit aggressive. I’ve been trying to convince myself that people are the way they are. Most can only point out something you did wrong, even in a sea of greatness, without ever trying to give recommendations that you can build on. That’s something I can never change, and something I need to accept.

3. The I in Happiness

What is happiness? Is it bliss? Or maybe a feeling of complete joy? To be happy is to be at a state of complete satisfaction. Unfortunately, I don’t know what that is anymore, or how it feels. Over the last couple of years, I’ve been pursuing this immensely. However, self-sacrifice and high-spirits don’t coexist together, which leaves me stuck in this infinite loop of semi-despair and pseudo-content; a living purgatory. I get a taste of it from time to time, like when I am with my son. However, I’m instantly reminded of mine own incompetence…

4. Like Father, Like Son

…My son is the most important thing in my life, but I am unable to find a way to show him. I would go to the ends of the earth to prove my love, yet I struggle to demonstrate in a viable way that states, “Hey you, I love you”. I mean, him and I get along great and he loves to see me and do things with me, and even goes out of his way to make sure he gets recognition of how proud I am of him. There’s just this… detachment that I can’t seem to overcome. I keep telling myself that it will get better as he gets older, which is absolutely has. And even though there has been an effort, it just hangs over my head like a rain cloud on a sunny day.

Original Notes

I hold myself to an impossible standard.
Ultra sensitive - can't take criticism
Struggle to connect with my son
Lost what makes me happy
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