Help Me Name This Blog (and other random notes)

I'm trying to come up with a new name for this blog.  "This is Zann's Blog" was meant to be temporary and I'd like to keep it that way.  Is that a non sequitur?  I kindof like the ring of that..."I'd like to keep this temporary".  Not enough for a blog name though.  These are my ideas:

• Big Sweaty Guy - something I've called myself on and off since my weight woes began, not in a derogatory way but more as a description.
• That Looks Like it Hurts - something I've thought before when seeing people who are overweight and/or look unaccustomed to running out running (and which I've wondered if people have said about me before...).  That's not to say I'm mocking them - merely musing on the pain they look to be enduring.  I often also think, "Way to go, keep it up!", so don't think I'm a jerk, OK?
• You Can't Unsee That - which my boss' boss said one day when he saw me geared up and on my way out to run, and which I've also wondered if other people think when they see me pounding the pavement (Which is, of course, majestic from my waist down due to The Tree Trunks' beauty, and frightening from the waist up because of...yeah...).

So hey, let's make it democratic - vote for your favorite in the comments, and then I'll choose the one I like anyway (I'll spare you the sarcastic remark about any similarities between that and the democratic process in our fine country these days...)

I've also decided to start posting my weight on here along with food and exercise.  Mostly this is for my own chronicling benefit.  Embarrassment about my weight may also help me stay on the straight and narrow with my eating.  Maybe.  By posting my weight on my blog, however, I'm sure I'll begin to draw comparisons to Fat Cyclist.  Before anybody starts throwing around words like "copycat" and "wannabe", let me clarify a few things.  First, similarities between myself and Fat Cyclist:

• We're both charming and handsome
• We are both amazingly engaging and humorous writers
• We both like to eat
• We both breathe air (I don't think I could live without it!  *rimshot*  Feel free to laugh now...)
• We both live in Utah County
• We are, indeed, both male

Second, and more pertinent to my not being a copycat or a wannabe, differences between us:

• I'm much fatter than him.  Really, him calling himself fat is ridiculous in the face of my fatness.  He should change the name of his blog to "Sometimes overweight cyclist who will never be as fat as Zann."  It has a nice ring to it, no?
• His name is Elden.  My name is Zann.  Duh...
• He brags about his quads.  Clearly it's my calves that are the money-makers...
• He blogs about cycling.  I blog (for the time being) about running.  Should I choose to ever blog about cycling, it still won't matter because the biggest difference between me and him is:
• Unlike my blog, people who aren't my wife, dad, and close friends actually read his blog.   Maybe someday he'll read my blog.  Then I will become nearly as awesome as him just by the mere presence of his awesomeness.  But I'll still be fatter.

Sunday Food:

• 1 blueberry pancake with butter and syrup
• 1 pancake with syrup
• 1 cup skim milk
• Salad with avocado, peppers, craisins, fat free italian dressing, canned chicken breast
• More skim milk
• Cheeseburger
• Polish Sausage
• French Fries with fry sauce
• Kettle BBQ potato chips
• Yep, milk again - osteoporosis is scary!!  That or milk just tastes great...
• 2 homemade O Henry bars
• Remains of an ice cream cone (2/3 of a sugar cone and ~1 scoop of Butterfinger ice cream)
• 1 slice homemade bread
• Some cherries and a buncha watermelon somewhere in there 

You can see that I let loose somewhat yesterday, particularly around dinnertime. I intend to reel things in a bit going forward, but I still may make Sunday a treat day, because it's very difficult to not eat any treats ever.  After a while they begin calling to me with their siren song, and then I give in and then I feel guilty.  That or I hold off and then get angry about "not eating what I want" and let go for a while (or several months as I did after last Thanksgiving...).  Any way 'round it, some treats sometimes seems better than none altogether at this point... 

Also, I intend to continue to enjoy a more hearty breakfast on Sunday.  I can honestly say that oatmeal is treating me great, but breakfast food is one of my all-time favorite things, and I can only convince my wife to eat it so often for dinner.

Sunday Exercise:

Not on Sundays, although we did go for a family stroll.

Today's Weight:

240.0

PS - I said I'd say more about my 3.8 miles that should have been four.  It's this simple - I missed a little loop I needed to add on to the run to make it four.  I may or may not have also taken a grandma-type lady's (as opposed to an old lady - much faster) turning onto the same street a block ahead of me for a leisurely stroll as a personal challenge that led me to push much harder for the last 1/4 mile of said run so that I could pass her.  Don't mess with The Tree Trunks, OK?  It was a sore disappointment when I found out that my 38:11, instead of representing a ~9:30/mile pace over four miles, was a ~10:00/mile pace over 3.8.  Not too bad though, because it felt great the whole way, which is more than I can say for the last time I ran that far.  That is all.