April 2nd, 2012: Down another pound to 290. This is good, and this is despite no workout yesterday. Is this a gift pound? Or is this payoff for working my ass off all of last week and not losing much of anything? Either way, I’ll take it!
Now, okay, there has been a winner(s) of the huge Mega Millions thing, hopefully it went to someone who deserved it. And sadly, since it was the elephant in the room at the place where I worked yesterday, I was forced to think about it myself. I didn’t ask this question to the people I work with because I doubt they’d get it, but I’ll stick it on here.
My question is: Would you give up the possibility of eating anything you want (i.e., food you love and the choice of eating as much of it as you want) ever again for that kind of money? The quick answer is that yes, of course you would. But when I thought about it for a bit yesterday, I never did come up with a concrete answer. I really feel like I need at least the choice to eat what I want. That’s how strong I feel about food. Kind of scary, actually.
I realize there’s nothing great to be gained thinking about it, and trust me, I’m not normally this kind of shallow, but hey, if you’re with somebody today and you need to something to start a conversation, give it a try.
April 2nd, 2020: These new exercises are totally kicking my ass. Without any gym to go to, I’m taking it back to the day where I got on this treadmill in my basement, which I call the “2nd Wind Gym”, every day. I have not been able to pick up where I left off down here. I tried and my IT (iliotibial) band has attempted to tell me to fuck off.
New situations often force me to adapt. I didn’t really understand flexibility and adaptability until I was in my late 20’s or early 30’s. I used to be the most rigid motherfucker around. If you can’t bend like steel, though, you break like glass. Mechanics of materials applied to life suggests that it’s much better to bend than break. It ain’t easy being adaptable sometimes, but when the path you walk bifurcates, it leaves you only two choices…
In 2012, I didn’t know how long it was going to take to hit 189 pounds, or if I ever would get there. Well, correction, I knew that I’d get there or die trying – but to be more specific, I didn’t know if I could get there in the 180 days I predicted. I know now, of course – but I want to keep that in the bag just yet. I also know that I only kept a daily journal for 180 days. We’re at day 92, so 88 days left. Any bets as to where I’m at in 88 days?
