Hell of a Guy
The price of anything is the amount of life you exchange for it - Henry David Thoreau

Tuesday, April 10, 2018

So I Found this Shirt…


A few years ago, perhaps four, maybe even five, I ordered this custom-made t-shirt. The front of the shirt had my name printed on it three times in varying font sizes. The back of the shirt had a photograph of a painting The Nancy and I had made with our faces and the bodies and background of the classic “American Gothic” (it hang in our family room) and my http://www.hell-of-a-guy.com website printed on it below the picture. It was pretty cool, least I thought it was, it was also a size XL.

As time passed, the shirt began to get a little tight and form fitting as my body got a little larger and the shirt did not. I put the shirt away.

Well here I am 60 days into a Weight Watchers program and about 25lbs lighter. I was rummaging through my closet the other day, and lo and behold this shirt surfaced. I tried in on and it fits very well, so well, in fact, I have decided to adorn it once again; however, this presents me with a little issue. I have not been keeping the blog going very well. Yes, I have posted a piece here and there, but not consistently. If I intend to wear the shirt, and I intend to wear the shirt, then I must keep the website going and post some of my good old bullshit on it. That said, it is now my intent to do so.

That said, here is the first of what I hope will be many posts – some that might piss a reader or two off, others to make the reader laugh or think. Maybe one or two to make the reader tear up. I hope so, anyway.

Be on the lookout for some crap to come your way. Check back from time to time to see if this Hell of a Guy has lived up to his commitment. In the meantime, I am going to rest my weary brain with a short nap.

And that is all I have to say about that…

Thursday, March 22, 2018

Sunrise and Weight Loss


This morning in the solarium of our house on The Farm I got to enjoy the rays of the rising sun dancing with an early morning frost on the lawn. Glittering, as the sun rose higher above the eastern horizon the frost was soon gone, but I was entertained. Perhaps I just have a small, easily amused mine, I just love sunrise. It is to be a nice pre-spring day here in West Virginia with the daytime temperature hitting the 57-degree mark, maybe even low 60s. We are moving into my favorite season of the year - spring.

This is a good time of the year to be dieting, too, and I am deep into it. The Nancy and I began this program, Weight Watchers Freestyle, on February 13th, just five weeks ago. I have enjoyed a significant loss. The Nancy is losing, as well, but a little more slowly. I am hoping, and this may sound a little weird, to slow my weight loss by taking in more calories. The Nancy is having me cut her portions some. We are committed to this until the end of June.

Thus far I have trimmed over tad over 20lbs from my formerly obese body, and I really needed to do so. My Tommy Hilfiger jeans were getting tighter and tighter, and pinching me where I didn’t like it. I have, with the weight loss, begun to try on some of the “B” wardrobe and to my surprise some of the jeans with a smaller waistline and now wearable. Yippee!

So, summer is on the horizon and I am thinner. It will be “Speedo” weather soon and I will be ready.

And that is all I have to say about that.

Friday, March 09, 2018

Weight Control and Other Failings


My retirement began on November 20, 2011, weight gain came with it, and self-control went on vacation.

I am not exactly sure what I weighed on the last day of my long and arduous career, but I can assure you it was not 229lbs. I suppose my weight on that last day of work was somewhere in the neighborhood of 215, and at that time my weight was up from a few years before that. 

Being a fat boy came natural to me. At age 12 I weighed in at 136lbs, about 15-20 pounds heavier than I should have been. Right around the time of my high school graduation yours truly, again lacking any smidgen of self-control porked up to 210lbs and added to that over time. I wore size 46 suits, and trousers came with a 40” waistband. I was big.
I did slim down, albeit briefly, when I enlisted in the Air Force in 1963 and weighed in at a slim and trim, somewhat muscular 195 after Basic Training and held it for about a minute and a half. Damn, I looked good.

Discharge from the service found me back in Baltimore eating everything in sight from fried cheese to small dogs and children…well, not really small children or dogs. In 1972 after being on an eating binge for several years, I tipped the scale at a very pudgy 253, and it was then I decided, once more, to shed some extemporaneous fat. I got down to about 200 then, but, alas, only for a bit.

I equated dieting to a vicious battle. I won some and lost many more. I would put it on and take it off. Once I hit 242 about 1990, I once again decided it was time to shed some poundage, this time it would be for good…ha ha!. I was 46 and amid a severe mid-life crisis. Nothing like a good mid-life awakening, suddenly realizing you are totally unattractive and obese to set you on a collision course with being single. I dieted, I jogged, I starved myself, I did sit ups and pushups, and shaved off enough weight to get this body of mine down to a concentration camp weight of 186. My 6’2” frame with that weight had me looking emaciated and sickly, and, thanks be to God, it did not last long. I settled in between 195 and 200 for a couple of years.

Getting married again did not help the situation. The Nancy and I love to eat, love to eat out, too. Not good. She didn’t maintain her 130 weight, and I sure as hell didn’t hold mine.

So here we are in March 2018. At the beginning of the year we promised ourselves to do something about our current “issue,” we just could not decide what program to try. I looked at Nutrisystem and other programs like it. That one would have cost us about $1000 a month, but the idea of having fully prepared meals arrive was totally abhorrent to me. I like to cook, and I love being in the kitchen. We decided on Weight Watchers, and I am ecstatic we chose it. It works. We started this just 24 days ago, and I am exceedingly happy to report to myself that I am down nearly 15lbs. 

I am so happy with this program and my results (The Nancy is happy, as well), so happy, too, that I was able to go into my closet this morning and fit in some of my clothes from the “B” wardrobe.

Just call me Skinny.

And that is all I have to say about that…

Saturday, September 30, 2017

To It I say, Bullshit…


Recently I made a post on Facebook about having a buzz and being emboldened to post my true feelings of the current outrage by professional athletes taking a knee during the National Anthem, and also about how I support the current resident of the White House. I got some blowback.

Total bullshit. My post was in a spirit of lightheartedness, nothing demeaning or derogatory, but some did take it that way. I truly had a buzz and was messing around. My thought to them, screw ‘em.

One goofball is a guy I went to high school with, who was a snob ass then and still is now, accused me, basically being a bigot, bringing up what went on in Charlottesville this summer, white supremacy and my “white privilege.” Bullshit, and I called him on it. I know this dude never served in any branch of the military…instead, he hid behind a college deferment. I instructed him not to lecture me on the 1st Amendment. He did not respond, which surprised me by not surprising me.

Last night I was looking at FB because I had not looked at it for over a day. A friend, who I love dearly, also brought up the “white privilege” thing. Bullshit, one more time. People have too much time on their hands and seem get bent out of shape by everything. They call these individuals “Liberals.”

Here’s where I stand: I did not get to select my parents; I did not get to choose my race; I did get to work, and work hard for what I have; I do not and will not apologize to anyone for what I have and how I got here.

If there is truly such a thing as “white privilege” and that helped my along the way? Good deal, I love it, and make no apology for availing myself to it.
To those who want to chastise me for this…BULLSHIT.

And that is all I have to say about that…

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