February 26, 2008
I yearn for the mornings when I would lie in bed and watch infomercials about losing weight and tightening abdominals. I would laugh and wonder who would shell out five easy installments of $29.95 for such a riduculous product? Of course, I could have lost a few pounds at the time, but I was happy. I went to the gym everyday and stayed thin. Then came kids, cookies, ice cream and pizza every Friday.
Now, I watch the commercials with more disdain. How could something called the AB-DOer sell over two million units in 18 months? There isn’t a quick fix for fat people. I am living proof. I have worked out every day for the last ten years. I have lost and I have gained. Recently, I learned the brutal honest truth. It’s not what you do. It’s what you put in your mouth. I think it is a combination of eating right, working out, and prioritizing (not necessarily in that order).
Why am I hung up on quick fixes? As stated in earlier posts, I am a Hillary supporter. At present, I think her campaign is out of shape. Her camp is stocking up on Thighmasters and AB-DOers as I speak. Today, I read the latest quick fix from the Team Clinton. After her Xerox accusation last week, I saw an article on Yahoo. The article accompanies a photograph of Obama in Kenya wearing a white turban and a wraparound white robe. At this point, who cares? It’s another laim attempt to discredit her opponent. Clinton’s staffers deny leaking the story. Denial is unhealthy. Just ask those two million people who are hiding their Ab-DOers under a mound of clothes that don’t fit them any more.
And finally, I have to give some credit to my school. Hats of to Kent State’s men’s basketball team, who has cracked the top 25 in both the Associated Press and Coaches Polls. Go Flashes!!!
February 18, 2008
Is it true that fat people are jolly? This past weekend, my wife answered the question with a resounding no. She stated that she was tired of my negative attitude. She offered a diagnosis of Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD). After some reflection, I realized it wasn’t SAD. It wasn’t the local Bobby Cutts’ trial that was making me crazy. It wasn’t even the seven different women he was sleeping with that drove me over the edge. I couldn’t even blame my misery on Hilary’s slide in recent polls. It was me and I was driving my wife crazy.
What I realized is that I wasn’t happy. As I stated in my previous post, I am overweight and I am obsessed with losing weight. Business and the bottom line are suffering because I can’t see my toes (or anything else) in the shower. Bad customer service is to blame.
Many local businesses have started to take an interest in their employee’s health and I applaud them. I read this in an article in my local newspaper, The Canton Repository. They are trying to reestablish some semblance of what used be known as the Canton Corporate Cup. Businesses competed against one another and offered rewards to employees for their contributions. This was a great idea. Do healthier employees make better employees? Therefore, do better employees provide better customer service? It is a philosophical question with, no doubt, a growing amount of research. I think it makes sense that businesses strive to provide fitness incentives for their employees. Since the workplace is like a second family, shouldn’t we all want the best for one another? We don’t want our sugar high kids embarrassing us in the mall. We also shouldn’t want our employees pushing their anxieties onto customers.
In my case, I have avoided therapy and another expensive prescription. I need to cut down on the pizza, chocolate, and chips. My best clients, my wife and kids, will be so happy. As I head into my first Weight Watcher’s weigh in, I call on my internal Sergeant Hulka to stick his big toe in another body part not visible in the shower.
February 12, 2008
NBC’s couple’s version of “The Biggest Loser” is once again proving to all of us mortals that it is easy to lose weight. On the eve of my second stint with Weight Watchers at work, I am contemplating how this 37-year-old male, who works out every day, needs to pay $148 to lose the more than 50 pounds I have gained during my 11 years of marriage. I have watched the Biggest Loser. I have read a mountain of books and magazines (i.e., The South Beach Diet, Body for Life, Men’s Fitness, Men’s Health). I belong to a gym and run about 15 miles per week. What the hell is wrong with me? I have spent the money! Why am I still fat!
Like a company that says all the right things, I parade around telling people how I work out all of the time. You can find me at the gym on any given day. I have incredible visibility. During the day, I eat like a super-model. I am doing all of the right things in all of the right places. Well, except for one place – home! At the core of my company, I am a horrible C.E.O. When no one is watching, I have no ethics and surely no values. I get home from work and crack a beer or two. I eat at night after dinner. I eat late night. I wake up in the middle of the night and find myself scanning the refrigerator.
What I have come to understand is that all the right words mean nothing if you don’t “walk the talk”. I have to assume that I will lose weight. I have done it before. Will I lose ten pounds and treat myself to a pizza binge? I hope not. I could go on and on about the number of companies that prey on people like me. It’s big business. We all want to look better, but many of us don’t want to fix what is wrong on the inside. Public relations has taught me transparency and two way communcation are essential to corporate or organizational success. The next time I wolf down a Dagwood at midnight, I should tell everyone I see the next day.
Do companies spin their wheels by saying all the right things? Do some of those companies now wish they were instead doing the right things? You bet! On newsday.com, I found this article about Merck & Company and Schering-Plough Corporation. They did a great deal of talking about their cholesterol drug Vytorin. When your walk doesn’t follow your talk, you can get yourself in trouble and end up being a big loser!