March 27th, 2012: Yes, I gained a pound, but I’m certainly no stranger to that. Daily fluctuations are the nature of the beast, of course, when you weigh, um, every day. Imagine what your weight graph would look like if you only recorded your weight the day you were born, when you were ten years old, when you were twenty, thirty, then ninety years old. You’d be like, “Wow, I’m a yo-yo dieter.” So today I weigh 289 lbs. I think my body wants to keep hovering around the goddamn nineties.
I’m not one to pass direct advice on losing weight, I surely do not have this totally figured out yet, but to someone just starting, I will say this: Do not postpone meals. Do not let yourself get hungry. I have come to the realization that in order to keep that insatiable desire to eat everything in the fridge, freezer, pantry, and cookie jar, you have to eat those smaller meals at regular intervals all day. If you just wait to eat all at once, you’ll find that what you’re allowed just doesn’t cut it.
So, what I’m saying is that it’s all mental. Isn’t everything really? We have beautiful weather here in Southeast Idaho today. I actually got out the bikes yesterday and we went for a ride. Juliana ran three miles, too, but I just went on the treadmill for my regular 30 and then lifted weights. It’s a nice day today, too, so I’ve got to get outside and enjoy it. I hope wherever you’re at today the sun is shining, literally or figuratively.
March 27th, 2020: The elephant in the life-rooms of all us Earthlings in these current times is the Covid-19 virus (Coronavirus), and its fucking global impact. Seems I’ve almost forgotten about its capability for lethal illness in lieu of the mayhem it has created across the globe, and for this I need to apologize. I don’t wanna get this shit, I don’t want anyone getting it, I want it gone. I don’t think it’s going anywhere soon, however. I’m even writing of it as if it’s a fully living being (by scientific definition), and that it may “come and get me”.
I write often of the hell you start when you fire the first shots in the weight-loss war. This virus war will be no different, has been no different, than the war on terrorism, war on drugs, war on crime or war against certain diseases (obesity is what I’m alluding to here). You can’t trivialize any of these things, and though it seems like Covid-19 could snuff you out much easier than obesity, all of these wars have the potential to make our lives horrible. You start the war, you fight the war, every single day. Have I written that before: Every. Single. Day.? Yep.
I don’t know the fundamentals of how we’re gonna fight Covid-19, I only know I can do what is asked of me, or told to me, by people who’re working up the strategies. I’ll do exactly as I’m instructed to the best of my ability. However, in doing so, I will continue to adapt to fight in all theatres of war. I’m sorta being dramatic here. All I’m getting at is this: while the enemy gets craftier, and tries to throw me off my program, I will seek to become sharper and stronger – with flexibility and patience always available as a secret weapons. I can’t do the normal exercises and execute the same patterns as normal, but I can mutate just as quick and effectively as any fuckin virus. We will keep going and we will stay strong, and we will dominate the day, and then show up again to fight tomorrow fuckers.
