(BLOG NOTE: Since I’m watching my son more often over the next several days, I’ve decided to post a “fluffy” tale before delving into another mind-bending post of what the kids would call “awesomeness”. You’re welcome.)
A year before my son was born, I was still pretty active despite venturing further into the dreadful 35-44 age bracket. This age group is the transitional period between hanging onto your youth and the new challenge of realizing your body’s limitations. Up until my early 30’s, I could go several days without exercising and not lose results. I had no problem keeping up with where I left off. Now at 40, forget it. Now as a parent, really forget it.
I’m not a total mess. Yet. I still have three pairs of mesh shorts that I purchased in 1996. They are now stretched out to the point that they won’t fit me when I lose the weight, but I have to say we had a good twenty year run (I have shorts older than some of my readers). I still manage to follow the main guidelines of the Pittsburgh Yinzer diet, which consists of the following food groups:
Milk, Meat, Vegetable, Fruit, Grain, Fried Food, Soda Pop, Coffee, Beer, Wine, Spirits, Doughnut, Birthday Cake, Catholic Fish Fry Friday and Fire Hall Wedding (rigatoni with meatballs, fried chicken, macaroni salad, some type of potato dish and rolls with butter)
When my son was born, many healthy aspects of my life became a low priority, and rightfully so in my eyes. Obviously sleep became fractured, I consumed WAY more caffeine, I chose snacking over having a real dinner and I also chose catching up on sleep instead of using any leftover spare time to exercise. These four factors led to my chest becoming boobs, my waist showing a small beer belly, my legs becoming thin and my face looking a little rounder than before.
Even after two bouts of kidney stones (due to too much Mountain Dew soda pop) and all of the illnesses acquired from day care the last few years, I wouldn’t change a thing. Being a dad is the best thing that happened to me. My son loves it when I chase him all over the house, when I take him for walks around the neighborhood, when I pick him up if he needs a hug and when I sit with him reading, playing with toys or watching television. He’s getting heavier and I carry him for at least an hour each day. At least my arms and shoulders are still somewhat beefy.
I’m a new dad, recently unemployed, out of shape, scared about the future and frustrated. To remain positive, it could be said that I’m a hipster stay-at-home dad who is weighing his options before embarking on a new career path. I’m also self-aware of life’s everyday challenges and that the path I have walked until now has not been in vain.
Hey, whatever. I’ll figure it out. Somehow, I always do.