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Thoughts on fitness, health, good nutrition ... and running.


Welcome to Bald Man Running, a blog launched by Frank Murphy on January 1, 2015.

Many of the blog entries on this website predate 1/1/2015. Prior to BMR, I had written articles for various projects, and I have imported many of them into this blog (labeled "retro"). I will continue to add articles as I find them, polish them up and import them.

In March, 2013 I was selected as a contestant for the sixth season of Fort Wayne's Smallest Winner. Through this amazing program, I learned about good nutrition, sound exercise and accountability. By October, I would lose over 88 pounds (almost 37% of my original weight)! One of the many things I acquired through FWSW was a love for running. You can retrace my weight loss journey and discover how I became a runner by reading those entries labeled "fwsw" ...

Wednesday, May 22, 2013

Hobo scarecrow

My clothes have been fitting less well over the course of this season. I was a big fan of the "baggy" look because it helped to conceal my weight, but lately I've been sporting an excessively baggy look. It's the same clothes, they just don't fit as well any more. I had popped the button off of almost all my dress pants, so I would have to wear a belt to hide the missing button. Now the pants won't stay up without a belt, and my belt needs a new hole punched in it ... and not on the side of the belt I'm used to punching holes! I don't want to buy new clothes yet, so I'm stuck wearing old stuff. I go to work looking like a hobo scarecrow ... and I like it. These were clothes that fit me just fine thirty pounds ago, but not any more. It helps me appreciate how far I've come.

The other day, my wife pulled a shirt out of the back of the closet and asked me to try it on. I'd tried it on once before ... about four years ago. She saw it on a clearance rack and thought it would fit me. It's a nice shirt and I was all "cool" ... and then I tried it on and I was embarrassed. I couldn't even button it. It went into the closet and had sat there until just the other day. At my wife's urging, I tried it on again ... and it fit quite comfortably. I looked svelte! I looked good!

I wore that shirt to work the next day and several coworkers gathered around me and commented that I was dressed nicely (I picked up the gently implied "for a change"). I told them the story of the shirt and got a few nice comments. It felt good to get such positive encouragement from people I respect.

Unfortunately, I wasn't wise enough to leave it there and said what popped into my head ... "this is my sexy shirt!" It went from cool to awkward really quick.

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