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On The Football Fan's Diet, you award yourself Touchdowns (e.g., 7 points - extra point is automatic) for doing healthy things, which you establish as a scoring system to help move you toward "The Super Bowl of Health" - whatever that might be for you - and away from a super bowl of, say, mashed potatoes or, perhaps, some other culinary entity of something that makes you a big fat tubby.  Those so-called healthy things are limited to your imagination.  You could give yourself a TD for not smoking on anyone particular day.  You could give yourself a TD for simply refraining from some behavior which you are trying to kick for good.  

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On The Football Fan's Diet, you optionally award yourself Field goals  (e.g., 3 points) for doing smaller healthy things, which you establish as part of your scoring system, all of which is designed to help move you toward "The Super Bowl of Health".  On my version of the Football Fan's Diet, I give myself 3 points for every time I exercise at the gym.  Conversely, I give my "Fat Butt" 3 points on days I drink beer.  In fact, I have this personal challenge of seeing how many days I can go without having a beer.  Not sure how many winning days I strung together, but it is not more than a week. It is a record I should probably try to break.

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Survived an irritable Monday - Was it the Beer On Sunday or the fact The Steelers Blew It?

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Published on Tuesday, 10 January 2012 21:02
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I am desperately trying to change my lifestyle and we need look no further than most people to know that changing oneself is just about as difficult as changing a mountain by looking at it.  This mountain has about 100 pounds to loose.  

Yes, I know, some Buddha nugget of wisdom would counter that the mountain doesn't change or your don't change or whatever, but this is now, this is me. This is the year 2012, which if the Mayans got it right, will be the last on Earth.  I can't go out a fat guy, right? 

Okay, I am pretty sure the Mayan's got it wrong.  After all, they aren't here anymore?  So maybe their clock was a little off.  Speaking of which, I was off on Monday.  Following the Steelers loss to Tim Tebow (our Savior), I was very irritable.  I was not sure if this was because the night before the Steelers fell short or it was all the beer I drank during the game or both?

I noticed something.  Days after beer, which I love, I do feel quite moody.  Is it the fact that I am no longer having beer?  What is it?  Surely beer can't be the downer that some doctors claim it is, right?  Do the suds momentarily pick you up only to let you a lot farther down?  I don't know. 

I do know, the thought of that next cheat meal indeed keeps me going.   I also know that moving mountains is damn near impossible to do - that is unless you do it one pebble at a time.  On that note, you can't win the game or loose it on one play, such as a blown Ike Taylor coverage, which is about the worst coverage I have ever seen ever since I signed up with that fly-by-night insurance company. Nope.  It is a mountain of plays that determine if you reach the summit or never got past the foothills.

It is a series of first downs that will win the game or loose it for you if you can't muster up enough of them.  It is the small stuff.  It matters little when the Mayan calender ends, rather it only matters what you do in this second.  So on this Tuesday, I am going to focus on getting the next first down.  I'll work my way up to that mountain next !

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