I wasn’t able to get to the gym this week until Thursday, so my 6-Week Cure update is actually six weeks and two days. The final results: 36.5 inches around the belly, 195 pounds. I started at 41 inches, 205 pounds, so I lost 4.5 inches and 10 pounds. I suspect my actual fat loss may have been more than 10 pounds, since I’m lifting 20 or 30 pounds more on several weight machines compared to when I started. Doesn’t seem likely I’d gain that much strength without adding at least a bit of muscle mass.
Those aren’t eye-popping results, but I’m happy with them. I was already on a low-carb diet and I was already working out, so knocking off an extra 10 pounds and making some significant gains in strength is an accomplishment — especially at my age, which is …
… 51 as of today (egads!)
Boy, time flies. Exactly a year ago, when I turned 50, we celebrated by throwing the premiere party for Fat Head at a restaurant in Burbank. That experience still feels so recent.
Pretty much everyone who worked on the film was there, along with several friends and people I knew from my programming work. Drs. Mike and Mary Dan Eades made it through the door just before the film started — they were escaping fires in Santa Barbara that threatened their home. I couldn’t believe they showed up. I found out Mary Dan Eades and I have the same birthday, so we got to toast each other.
It was the first time I had a chance to show the film to an actual crowd. The laughs came at the right places — always a relief for a comedian. I’d worked and worked to shape the humor, find the funny moments … so naturally, a reply offered by my wife in one scene got the biggest laugh in the film.
It was a joyous occasion, but also a sentimental one. My wife and I had already started talking about leaving California. We hadn’t even selected a new place to live; we just knew we’d had it with California in general and the Los Angeles area specifically. As much as we enjoyed the party, we were also aware that this big, happy gathering of our Southern California friends would likely be our last. It was.
A month later, Fat Head aired on a TV network in Israel — the first commercial showing anywhere. Soon it also aired in New Zealand, Poland and Turkey. I started hearing from people around the world, asking lots of questions. I decided to start this blog to keep the conversation going.
In March we visited the little town of Franklin in Tennessee and fell in love with the place. We put our house on the market as soon as we got back. We had some nibbles, and even a firm offer in June, but the buyer flaked. We finally had a sale go through late in July, then found out we had about two weeks to pack up and go. We didn’t even have a place to live in Tennessee yet. I flew out here knowing I had three days to find a house. I suppose it should’ve been a stressful situation, but it wasn’t. Some things just feel like they’re meant to be. Moving here was one of them.
So now we’re here, and we’ve never regretted the move. The scenery is beautiful, the people are polite, and my daughter loves her new school. My only fear — not enough opportunities for creative endeavors — turned out to be groundless. I’ve already performed in a play with a group of very talented actors — and, in sharp contrast to my theater experiences in Los Angeles, not a one of them seemed to be using acting as a substitute for some badly-needed therapy.
In short, it’s been a great year. I don’t mind turning 51, because life is good. I feel strong and energetic and optimistic — despite what certain goofy researchers say about low-carb diets and mood.
Here’s to many more.