Ok, I am determined. Another blog. Ride the momentum.
I weighed in today…245.7lbs. At least it is the right direction. Weird to see the people gaining weight on Biggest Loser last night. The body is not an exact science and I am guessing fluid retention due to hormonal swings is the biggest culprit in these surprises.
The trainers on this show are really awesome, I can’t imagine yelling at a client the way the girl trainer on the show does, football players can be yelled at though. Well it is motivating, all the same.
I am guessing a will be heavier tomorrow though, because we are heading to a bar tonight, and I always have trouble with snacking when I have a beer. Beer is so good, I like it so much, but it is so full of empty calories, has a negative effect on the metabolism and lowers my discipline toward the sweets and potato chips, but that is the price I have to pay to enjoy life sometimes. Spoken like a real fatty, huh?
I am thankful for the people in my life who I have such interesting conversations with. Last night I taught my sister’s husband, Bernie, a new workout to incorporate into his routine and we talked about decisions. We discussed that life is a series of little decisions and we need to make the better decision each time.
I have always been really impulsive, part of the ADD, but as I get older and especially being married has taught me to weigh my decisions more carefully. I am learning that everything doesn’t have to be an extreme, an all or nothing thing, just make the best decision I can each time. Like working out or writing. Just showing up and going through the motions is often better than being paralyzed because I doubt the possibility of perfection.
Ok, for example: should I sit down and write even though I don’t have a point? Right now, yeah. Even if the blog doesn’t have a great story or a real point, I just need to do it. To be successful in my resolve, which was to write everyday, even if it sucks. Another example…I am not a competitive athlete, does this mean I don’t work out? It always helped to have real goals such as a competition to train for. Now my goals are health, to not be a lardo, and sometimes just going for a walk is better than nothing, even if I can’t feel too proud of a new personal record. So I have to decide to move…get off my posterior and do something.
Another good discussion was one I had today with my buddy, Bill. Bill is a farmer in Pennsylvania and he delivers hay to people up here in the Boston area. I met him in 2001 when we worked together at New England Frontier Camp. I helped him deliver 302 bales of hay, at about 50lbs per bale. This job took us 5 hours trudging through the slushy, mucky, manurey paddock, and at one point I fell on my butt in the cold brown sludge and just started to laugh, had to laugh. This situation required laughter.
We discussed choosing joy. More than “the power of a positive attitude” or “glass half full” thing, but being realistic and learning to thank God despite the hard times. Joy is a choice, it is a discipline, the one thing we can choose is our attitude through the horsecrap.
Ok, that’s enough, I gotta go, that’s another blog done. I’ll drink a good beer for you all. Gan-bei. (oh, that’s Chinese for cheers.)
