Man Bits

There I stood, a pair of shrink to fit  faded-blue-sexy Levis in hand.  Hoping I could get them on, even if only part of the way.  I remembered how good they felt on my body many pounds ago. In my heart, I knew they wouldn’t fit, but that wasn’t the point.  I wanted to see how far I could get them up.  Since starting my weight loss journey on the Atkins diet plan, I had dropped several pants sizes already.  I started in a forty-two.  Now, with a pair of thirty-six in hand,  I was about to begin such a horrific ordeal that when I think of  it my teeth begin to quiver. More


Knock At the Door

“When was the last time you had a conversation with the moon. Held hope on a string. Got lost in an enchanted wood.” Click on this link and when you get to Duirwaigh Galley watch the video by clicking the link knock on the door. Trust me, you’re going to love this. Then come back and tell me what you think.

Terry (whyguy)

You’re a Computer Geek If…

1.If you or anyone you know, has a cloak of invisibility, and online name is Gandor.
2. If your spouse has ever left the house for more than 5 hours and you didn’t notice.
3. If you have ever been asked on a blind date by someone named Stalker 12345.
4. If your children have ever had Mac & Cheese for more than three meals in one day.
5. If you have more than one friend, whose names include the numbers sixty-nine.
6. If you use the word Google in a sentence, more than three times a day.
7. If you have never had a face-to-face conversation with the person you are about to marry.
8. If you go to a comedy club and ROTFL.
9. If you have more than 300 cigarettes in the coke can you’ve been using as an ashtray.
10. If you have grown a full beard since you sat down “just to read your e-mail.”
11. If you have ever forgotten to eat because you were busy playing Mahjong.
12. If you have ever lost a game of backgammon to a 7 year old kid in Bangladesh.
13. If you are reading this post, and still in your pajamas.

Terry Elkins (whyguy)

Help me finish this list. I know you got one or two in you.  🙂

Fat, Bloated and Ugly: Maybe Not

I read a story about a woman, on the Atkins forum, whose weight loss was slow.  This woman mistakenly believed nothing was changing about her body.  However, when she tried on a dress that recently didn’t fit, she discovered that even though she hadn’t lost weight she had lost inches, and the dress fit beautifully.  This got me thinking of how we sometimes mistakenly believe one thing about ourselves when in reality who we are and what we look like is much different. More

She Loves Me

I stepped out of the shower, and she wasn’t there. Still dripping wet, I grabbed my robe, and went searching. The house was silent and still—I knew we must be alone. I found her in the kitchen. She had been waiting for me.  I rushed to her, picked her up in my arms, and wiped the slightest smudge of jam from her beautiful face.

She was cold to the touch, but soon, I would remedy that. I thought about doing it right there in the kitchen, but I knew a better place, a  private place, one in which we wouldn’t be disturbed. I carried her gingerly through the house, past the dining room, where we had done it once or twice before;  past the living room, where the sofa was in the way the last time, and I even thought about stopping in the hallway, just for a quickie, but it was in the bedroom where we have had the most fun.

She didn’t speak, she didn’t have to, I could see it in her eye—she wanted this as much as I did. I gave her a gentle kiss, and placed her body, ever so delicate, on the floor. My body shivered in anticipation at what was about to happen. I dropped my robe and mounted her, and I could feel the warmth from my body enter hers. I waited for a moment before I looked at her, and before I knew it—it was over.

As she spoke to me with lust still in her eye I let out a scream of ecstasy and delight. “Yes, yes, yes!” I knew then that things between us would never be the same. I knew  that she loved me. On this day, she proved that love by telling me what I had longed to hear—you are you now 220 lbs.

I love my scale.

Terry Elkins (whyguy)

Update: I’ve now down to 168  lbs, and only 8 lbs from my goal.  She still loves me. And I’m still loving Atkins.

Necessity the Key to Growth

“New organs of being come into existence as the result of necessity. Therefore, O man, increase your necessity, so that you may increase your perception”.  Jallaludini Rumi

What do you think Rumi is saying here?

Terry Elkins (whyguy)

Doritos: King of Demons

On day fourteen of the low-carb Atkins diet I’ve been on, the following odd-but-true story happened.

I had just returned from a twelve-hour workday and was exhausted.  But it was my turn to make dinner for the family, so bed would have to wait.  I didn’t want to spend too much time in the kitchen so I made a simple choice:  soup, sandwiches, and Doritos for them, and ribs and veggies for me.

I reached in the cabinet still stuffed with high octane demon carbs, (pasta, Velveeta and shells, rice, brownie mix, pop-tarts), which are all a low-carb dieters worst nightmare, and I pulled out a bag of Doritos for my kids.  Now, I don’t know if I was hallucinating,  extremely tired, or if my cravings were getting the best of me, but I swear to you that the chips spoke to me as I slowly opened the bag.

“ONNNNEEE !”  The bag bellowed in a crumpled demonic tone.

“Son of a…”  I slammed the bag shut and jumped back.  I must be going mad I thought.   But I had to know, so I opened the bag again.


That’s it, I’m freakin nuts I thought, as the guttural cry continued its chant.


This king of demon carbs was drawing me in.  My hands trembled as I tried to hold back.  My mouth began to water, and I knew I was doomed.  The Siren song was strong.  This beast of the chip world released an intoxicating bouquet of tangy-zest-and-cheese that lured me even closer.  My cravings were too much, the scent to strong—I was losing the battle.


I jumped on the counter screaming, “back—back demon!” as I held my two fingers together in the sign of a cross as I had seen them do in so many cheesy Vampire movies. My wife and kids came running, and as they turned the corner into the kitchen, they stared at me with the blank look of confusion that can only be seen when a family finds dad being stupid.

“What’s wrong?” they asked in unison.

My voice quivered as I pointed to the bag, “Dor–it–ossss.”

“Huh-what-huh”, they said in a state of confusion.

“Dorrr-dorr—it-ossss…Doritosssss—they’re calling to me—CAN’T REE-SISTT,”  I bellowed as I tried to make them understand.

My kids knew dad was being stupid again—they  rolled their eyes and walked away. However,  my wife knows me well and decided to play along,   “What do you need babe” she asked.

My pulse quickened, “talk me down babe, talk me down.”

She told me everything was gonna be all right, and held up her palm toward me  as she backed slowly toward the bag . She grabbed the King of Demon carbs, fought with him, and flung the bag  back in the cabinet.

“My Hero,” I said as I jumped down into her arms and kissed her.

“You know you really are silly,”  my wife said as we looked into each others eyes and began to laugh.

“Yep, that I am.”

I learned two things from this: First, having someone to support you in times of weakness is a great benefit.  Second, cravings don’t stand a chance against silly.

Terry (whyguy)

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