Doug Losing Weight


The Killer Instinct
May 18, 2010, 11:03 am
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I’ll admit it.  I’ve never had it.

I’ll be playing racquetball and I’ll get to where I’m ahead 12-4 and I’ll just coast.  I’ve lost more games where I was ahead 12-4 because all of a sudden my opponent gets mad, competitive, whatever, and comes roaring back – I’ve lost my momentum and by the time I’ve got it back he’s doing a little victory dance.

I had that killer instinct for a while as a freelance artist – but one day I realized I was causing stress and pain in my life and my families lives by stressing over details my clients didn’t even realize were there.  I was so focused on “perfection” that I was adding stuff to my work that made no difference to my clients.  So I went to this mode of “work-feedback-work-feedback” and when the client says they love it, I do three or four more things (that the client knows about) to make it even better, and call it good.

As I’ve aged I’ve become more comfortable with who I am.  If my lawn isn’t offensive, that’s good enough.  I no longer need to feel like I’m working to have the best lawn on the block…

So I find that I’m completely off the wagon for weight loss.  I was at IFA (Intermountain Farmers Association) last night pricing chickens and buying seed for the garden.  As I’m checking out I see Boston Baked Beans and Circus Peanuts – large bags of them – next to the check out.  I’m overcome with a wave of nostalgia and buy them to share with the boys after we’ve finished our garden planting for the night.

The Boston Baked Beans never made it to my house.  When I finished the bag I looked and realized I’d just eaten 1400 calories as I drove home.

Yesterday after lunch I HAD to have a cookie.  So I got one of those Grandma B Sugar Cookies – like 520 calories per cookie.

See, I’m completely out of control.

On my way to work this morning I realized that it all started when I realized I had lost weight at the doctor – the very next day I was eating more, exercising less…

Just like racquetball – once I get ahead I start to coast?

It occurred to me that I’m sabotaging my success.  Something in my still doesn’t want to be in shape, healthy.  As I type this I think it might be true.  What is it I’m afraid of?

It’s a disturbing thought.  Wonder how I proceed…

P.S.  I have to give myself props for at least being aware of the calories, of being aware of what I’m doing.



Eaten Alive

There’s a place out by the Great Salt Lake, it’s east of Saltair, and I know it as the “Temple of the Birds”.

It’s a concrete structure that has been there forever, and it’s covered in all kinds of graffiti, and is a favorite among many photographers in the Salt Lake area.  It’s a great location.  When you get tired of the building, you can shoot in the burned out remains of an old trolley car that sits right next to it.

I agreed to meet a couple of my friends out there on Saturday morning to do a shoot – they wanted to learn more about lighting on location, so that’s where we decided to do it.

Britanny, Alec (my daughter and our model for the shoot) and I pulled up and found the gate to be shut and locked.  No problem, we’ll just climb it.  I got out of the car and walked across the road to access what we were up against, and I walked into what felt like a puff of powdered sugar.  It was almost imperceptible except for the burning sensation around my hairline and my ears.

I had walked into a cloud of “no-see-ums”.  I don’t know what they really are – but I do know they are vicious.  They are some kind of gnat that is roughly the size of a pinhead, and made entirely of teeth.  Iv’e run into them before, I got a dozen of them in my helmet once when I was riding my motorcycle in this same area – it was painful then – it was worse now…

Soon they had worked their way through my hair and my entire scalp was being eaten.  The girls were under attack too, so we ran for the car.

They were in the car too – well to be fair, they probably rode in on my head!  I’m smashing my head with my hands trying to get the little buggers to stop eating me.  How could such tiny things cause so much pain?

Finally I just decided that I’d let them eat their fill, and then fly away.  I took about 20 minutes for the little guys to fill up.  We moved down the shoreline to another location for our shoot – my mind was soon preoccupied with lighting and technical issues – but later I realized, when I washed my hair, just how painful this was going to be.  Here I am on Monday and the tops of my ears and most of my head is so tender to the touch I just can’t believe it.

Here’s the connection.  On the weekends (well the last two at least) I eat all food that is not good for me like those no-see-ums ate my scalp.  Ferociously attacking anything thing that is sweet, salty, or fried.  I lay in bed at night and can’t sleep as my stomach struggles to finish digesting what I’ve done to it that morning/afternoon/evening/night and I think of those no-see-ums, seeing me as a giant food source and attacking and feeding on all they can.  Gorging themselves on the available food while it’s available.

On the weekends I’ve been just like them.  All teeth, no brain.

I hope they had a hard time sleeping that night too.



I heard myself say this
April 20, 2010, 4:36 pm
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Talking with a friend:

“I think it comes down to the fact I like eating more than losing weight”.

Houston, we have a problem.