Operation Noodle Boy Update
Earlier during the Fall season, about mid-October, I began to grow a beard to cover up the shame that was all over the face of this stranger that I no longer recognized, but somehow had allowed myself to become.
I resolved I would not shave it until I hit the first road mark on this plan I embarked on when I came back to Salt Lake City after my last trip to California at the start of October. That first mark would be my next trip to California at the very end of December / start of January.
I just shaved my beard. The stranger is gone, and a more familiar face has returned, albeit, one I haven't seen in several years-- long enough, I don't remember when I had seen it last.
I had forgotten that before I let time, age, fat and neglect work its spell on me, I used to be a rather decently attractive man. But now I see hints of that man returning, and feelings that I can't name bubbling to the surface.
My next marker will be at the end of March. I figure that gives me three solid months to work off the last of my gut, and whatever else remains of the body fat I'd just as soon be rid of entirely, in my waist, chest, neck, thighs and face. It's not nearly as bad as it was, but there's still work to do, and I have a sense of drive now that I haven't had in a long time.
But before I get too far ahead of myself, the first order of business will be rather simple: When I return from California at the end of the first week of January, I will need to grow a new beard.
I resolved I would not shave it until I hit the first road mark on this plan I embarked on when I came back to Salt Lake City after my last trip to California at the start of October. That first mark would be my next trip to California at the very end of December / start of January.
I just shaved my beard. The stranger is gone, and a more familiar face has returned, albeit, one I haven't seen in several years-- long enough, I don't remember when I had seen it last.
I had forgotten that before I let time, age, fat and neglect work its spell on me, I used to be a rather decently attractive man. But now I see hints of that man returning, and feelings that I can't name bubbling to the surface.
My next marker will be at the end of March. I figure that gives me three solid months to work off the last of my gut, and whatever else remains of the body fat I'd just as soon be rid of entirely, in my waist, chest, neck, thighs and face. It's not nearly as bad as it was, but there's still work to do, and I have a sense of drive now that I haven't had in a long time.
But before I get too far ahead of myself, the first order of business will be rather simple: When I return from California at the end of the first week of January, I will need to grow a new beard.