Wasting away, bigger waist what a waste...

I did my taxes yesterday, and went to the Homeowners Meeting, now I need to work on my betterment. Saturday I weighed 209.5 pounds, blood pressure was 127/88 with a heart rate of 44 bpm, Sunday I weigh in at 211.0 pounds, blood pressure is 138/70 with a heart rate of 46 bpm. Funny that it is easier to type on a blog than it is to exercise immediately. As the clocks wander on the CBS Sunday Morning calls to me, wanting to be artsy and fit.

Plans: exercise, church, pistol, lawn, exercise. Yeah, sure - at least there is no football to view.

Follow thru: Church, cut the front grass, started watching The Godfather and decided I could shoot better than Hollywood, so went and shot sixty-five rounds at my twenty yard target, those short 45's have twists that I need to work on controlling, and my sights are a bit to the left, but the paper target is perforated and not breathing, nor is blood pumping from the torn target... checked my targets then went home and checked my taxes again - adjusted them better and have more coming back.

Strange days by weather and medicines defined?

Thursday I weigh 207.0 pounds, blood pressure is 152/88 with a heart rate of 40 bpm. Friday morning I weigh 207.5 pounds, blood pressure is 125/75 with a heart rate of 47 bpm. I came home late but went crashing to bed and slept soundly until 4:30 am on Friday. I had been invited to my (and the other boys' birthday celebration Thursday evening) and wasn't there and was missed. I want to blame my adjustments to the medications but it could have been the sticker shock from my and my wife's doctor bills (I think they have a new clerk and weren't billing correctly) but maybe the doctor doesn't like us as much as our money.

As I drove to the conference I listened to the CDs: 'STAND UP' by Kevin Stone and 4tified 'MAN ON A MISSION' - both great gospel songs and music, really moving stuff and worth sharing with my brother (the musician) one day. I get to the conference and find gift bags full of wonderful stuff just for Earl and his sixtieth birthday, the other two men (50 & 60) got their goodies and celebration last night. They had me pegged, dragons abounded, watercolors, drawing paper, handmade card with motorcycle pieces and good wishes (from the sixty-five year old lady who will retire in a year and three months), a musically singing card - Macho macho man! (well, only in my dreams), other cards about sixty isn't old, it is RETRO and that is cool (that is why my motorcycle and the Bowie are so like my Colt Model IV series 70 (.45 cal semi-auto) old stuff for an old guy going RETRO. My wife laughs at the multiple dragons wondering if we will have to sell them one day. Nope, we will wait until they fly or waddle away on their own.

Snowing most of the day, not sticking in the lowlands, but those mountain passes are icy and closing, our Eastern Library Keepers will have to detour to Oregon for travelling East if they don't make the cut before closing. I am resting one more night and tomorrow I will start training again, got to get rid of the piles of procrastination, there is a Home Owners Meeting tomorrow and any pistol shooting will have to be after church on Sunday. How does it all sneak up on me, one would think I wasn't watching. Best thing about today, health and happiness-wise, was talking to my son over Skype.com on the computer and internet, then calling and talking to my mother - both sounded pretty good, and I am amazed at how close we are in timely communications although there are many thousands of miles between us.

Reflection

Seems I am waking up fat this morning, feeling like I have layers of soft jelly just under my skin. I will blame my poor discipline in workouts and eating and then think that the new hormone medicine is really the guilty party. Some truth in everything, but all of the above will work and I know what I can control, and it isn't the medication and my body's reaction to it. I weigh 210.5 pounds today, ugh, sigh, sigh. Blood pressure is 132/85. I will return early from work today and can hit the exercises and road work hard and know what foods to toss from the freezer. Back to basics, and remembering that someone loves me, they shouldn't love me more than myself...

Your Government can help, and will one day...

Deep sleep, no sweat and not restless, military dreams, of course. I reheat coffee and take the supplement, I weigh 209.0 pounds, blood pressure is either 119/67 or 133/80 with heart rates of 42 or 43 bpm respectively. My wife talked about my sweats with her friends and says I have to change my medications and amounts because that is what her friend's husband had to do. I think I need to take out the garbage and give the medicine and the doctor a chance to affect my body. Three weeks and time goes faster than one thinks.

My wife's other medical problems are based around the conversion to Medicare - that wonderful program of government medical insurance that assures all the old folks will have coverage - unless they don't give up more of their Social Security, maintain their current coverage with employer, are signed up for the continuing coverage under their retirement program but the after Medicare portion, and she has to change her military ID card to reflect it. And I thought that understanding the Federal Tax code was bad - I just wasn't paying attention.

I pay bills, because today is garbage day and payday and I mentioned taxes above -- seems I don't have enough stamps, will have to stop at the post office to buy some. I see my wife wake, and she strips the bedding for washing, and I help put fresh linen (made of cotton polyester) back on for tonight. I guess I have finished telling myself all the reasons I can't exercise nor jog this morning. I do intend to ride the motorcycle to work, which has nothing to do with the jog or other. So I dress and go out to put the jogging shoes on and pick up the hand weights for balance. 390 calories 45% fat ones, average heart rate 117 bpm, in ZONE 36 minutes 49 seconds, exercise time 39 minutes 42 seconds. Crisp and cold, ice on my windshield, frost on the roofs, children waiting for their school bus. Good morning, America

Work week starts with stuff to do...

I wake too many times, sweating in the night, but don't feel sick wondering why the sweating. I go back to sleep. Finally waking at five weighing 209.5 pounds, blood pressure 126/88 with a heart rate of 39 bpm. Take the supplement, and half my blood pressure medicine and get the coffee going.

The tomb is empty, thank God!

Listening to "On the Cross" by Kevin Stone, and it is Resurrection Sunday. I weigh 205.5 pounds, blood pressure is 124/81 and heart rate of 42 bpm. Time to dress and go to church for the Sunrise Service, breakfast and then choir duties and service - hope your day is full.

I notice as I go through my day that I am light headed a bit again, time to cut the blood pressure pills in half again. An old man nods off in the choir loft, and the old man beside him and another man - too bad it isn't behind the congregation instead of in front, the only one in trouble will be the one with the watching wife, and he snored so he is really in trouble.

Resolution Run, ran without enough resolution...

Wake at six and take my hormone supplement, drink water, make coffee, weigh 206.0 pounds, take my heart medicine, drink coffee and read blogs and comment, go make gruel and look at the weather - frost and ice on windshield, blood pressure is 122/81 with a heart rate of 109 bpm, or doing it all over 127/78 with a heart rate of 43 bpm (better). I see Diane Sawyer has spent two years with prostitutes and now wants to share her experiences, and their lives, all too sad for me.

I get dressed for cold weather running - although I will only jog gently, twenty K's is a long, long way for an old guy like me. The weather is perfect, Sunny, clear blue skies, no wind, and dry road way. At nine we start, I am so slow -- this is the last run of the series and those chosing to only do the five k are coming back before I have even warmed up. I am falling farther and farther back, never thinking that those I could be ahead of haven't gotten up from their beds yet. I am displeased, so I sing to myself - Country Gospel, put your hands in the hands of the man that stilled the water... over and over in my head, a few of the regular hymns, but mostly coming back to that one song as the miles slide on. One woman makes the first water point and finds she missed the turn around for the five K, she has almost done five miles by the time she will get in - good work, even if it was an accident. I think about turning around at five mile mark, ten miles is respectable - but I would be dissappointed in me, wouldn't I? Yep, so five mile mark is past, and I am catching up to the heavy young lady with more go than I got, but I am steady. I do pass her finally, and that makes me a winner! Okay, not that big a deal. I do make the ten k turn around, slap hands with the person making sure I know where I am, and I am over half way, everything on the way back just drops away. What do I see for distraction, well, the twenty mile runners start passing me as I get to my six mile left mark - they are tough and fast, I never could have been that good, could I have been? Well, a have been once was... me. The miles drop off and I make two GatorAid stops and drop the paper cup into the trash can - I hate lazy runners that throw the cups on the ground, but then hate is a wasted emotion, rather thank the nice people providing the fluids and cleaning up the mess. I am on a roll, find a penny, continue to run all the way in, total time two hours forty minutes and some seconds, sigh, such a slug.

1821 calories and 35% of that fat ones, average Heart rate 126, Zone 1 hour 33 minutes 31 seconds, exercise time 2 hours. 40 minutes 17 seconds. I eat a baked potato with stuff and head home, my wife was worried since I took so long and was going to call. But she didn't.

Frank Frazetta had thyroid problems I can too...

I weigh 207.0 pounds, blood pressure is 130/96 and heart rate is 46 bpm. In Icon Frazetta's thyroid problem and his struggles for eight years were outlined, I figure the doctor and I will do better quicker than his medical support team. My wife is concerned but then she cares and will miss me when I am gone.

When I have an excuse like the poorly performing thyroid, I get to do no exercise, no improvement and have lots of no motivation, and blame it all on the thyroid - no personal responsibility. But I have enough time before I need to shave, shower and dress for getting my medication and going to work - just enough time for a short run along the road, there is a 20K to finish the Resolution Series in Steilacoom tomorrow, so work that boy's body today! Get the gear on and hit the road.

I put my mudders on, since the road is wet, my windshield is iced and there are clouds out there. I am so slow and so old, 409 calories burned, 45% of that could have been fat calories (the calorie doesn't care), average heart rate 119 bpm, in Zone 37 minutes 48 seconds, exercising for 40 minutes 10 seconds. It is Spring and I noticed this white stuff falling from the sky, broken Global Warnings? Found one penny and a scurrying away stray dog, looking so whipped, I prayed for it someone needs to love him.

No one really reads this, so exposure is privacy...

I wake at 0415 with an angel whispering that my alarm is going off, no, my wife is still asleep - I just have to figure I am less alone than I might scientifically be certain of... I weigh 207.0 pounds, my blood pressure is 132/81 and heart rate is 42 bpm. My wife found a message for me to answer on our service from the good doctor that likes me fitting his box - lucky me he isn't a mortician. Okay, after walking to the dock and getting into work, waiting until the remainder of our time zone gets into work and opens the doors, I call and find out that I need to pick up a prescription and schedule an appointment in three weeks for another blood test. I am falling apart faster than I am willing to pay for.

Seems I have Hypothyroidism and my doctor wants me to take Levoxyl to make me more better, and there goes my illusion of perfection. I shouldn't complain, my doctor is a really nice guy, pretty proficient and has this really great nurse working with him that I always love to see, yes she is cute, but I like her because she weilds the needles so well when drawing blood. Seems that last blood test said my EGFR was low (56) and my TSH, 3rd Generation was high (14.88). So I will have to look that information up but I assume that it means I am going to die, and I should have all the symtoms: fatigue, mental depression, sluggishness (how did they know I am almost always a slug?), feeling cold (riding motorcycles in this weather - isn't everyone?), weight gain (and I thought it was hibernation fat), dry skin and hair, constipation (not this apple eating maniac), and a very feminine problem which I know I don't have.

This does give me the opportunity to goof off today, practice with the choir and go to bed early after a hot shower. Tomorrow I pick up the medicine and get my take home keys inventoried.

Don't turn on the computer... the world won't wait

So I woke at 4:15, took my medications, made the coffee, weighed in at 209.0 pounds! Blood pressure is 121/80 and heart rate is 45 bpm. I have devotions and it is 4:40, I go to the family room kitchen and make my gruel and knock out fifty reps of the basic three exercises, eat gruel and drink coffee watching for motorcycling weather. I hit the treadmill for twenty-five minutes doing 2.1 miles, 290 calories, 40% fat burned, average heart rate 127 bpm, in zone for 24 minutes and 28 seconds, exercise time 25 minutes and 11 seconds. Go for more coffee, hot shower, shave and brush teeth. Dress for cold and damp but motorcycling allowed. I walk to the dock and enjoy my day - well, I did blow my stack, but that was good for me, what a fool. Day finished I ride my motorcycle home in the drizzle that turned to rain. Ate a fine homemade chilli and salad dish, more coffee and the world news. Nothing good to know there. I call my mother in the Rehab Center, she is going to bed, can't hear on the telephone and she is sad. Off to turn on the computer, read my favorite writers and artists, leave notes of no consequence. My wife knocks out thirty-five minutes on the treadmill, so I knock out forty with two five pound dumb bells for balance. 2.61 miles, exercised 40 minues, in zone 30 minutes 5 seconds, 393 calories burned, 40% of that fat. Finished I get to sit down and talk to my son somewhere in the Pacific on Skype.com and he gets to rant and plan a return to civilization before he ships to Hawaii. Good to talk to him, the longer we talk the more civil and social we become. Nice way to close a good day. Time for another hot shower and sleep perchance to dream.

Garbage Day, taking out the trash...

For motivation and fitness we watched WWE RAW on the cablevision last night, I still can't believe I am older and so much younger looking (?) than Rick Flair, the Nature Boy. But my wife and I laughed loudly at the pretend punches being thrown (she can really punch and I am always too willing). Ah, well, humor is in the head of the happy. I weigh 206.5 pounds, bp is 149/89 and heart rate is 41 bpm. I write and read about Tam's future broomstick (DR-Z400SM looks likely), something about the Supreme Court's Day today, and then eat gruel, watch the weather and go for my heart's jog.

A little gray sky, misty rain falls, and I jog vigorously but gently, saying hello to another heart walker and pretending the children waiting for school bus pick up aren't going to laugh at my feeble efforts. I stretch the stride a few times and keep the pace and breathing up as I day dream about writing blogs - yeah, right. 677 calories burned, 45% should have come from FAT (1600 calories in one pound of fat), average heart rate 120 bpm, in Zone 1 hour 3 minutes 52 seconds, exercise time total was !:05.23 and I am happy, my wife unlocks and opens the front door for me.

One morning news show has a bit about zoo animals put on a Weight Watchers diet because they can't get the exercise they would in the wild. But looking at human beings most of our health issues with weight are because we aren't hunter/gatherers in the wild anymore with a twenty miles on foot per day looking for food as the natural norm. But we live in modern cages: the car a cage on four wheels, the home a rambler in the neighboorhood development, the job in the cubicle or office without the window - another cage. Don't start thinking about mental health in the cages, they have problems with social issues among the zoo animals, too.

Monday, Saint Patrick's Day

I weigh 206.5 pounds, bp 125/81 and heart rate of 46. Did not go off to Seattle to run yesterday, did the yard work instead. Lots of people talk about building the core - and then miss the point, all work and swings and sways build the core and we should work more to stretch and work it off to the sides of the center - our jogging, rowing and weights are all balanced exercises, and what we need are more unbalanced ones - done gently. Heavens knows our minds are wonderfully unbalanced already - so should the bodies be, just a bit.

Spring is just around the corner... of the backyard

I wake at seven and weigh 207.0 pounds, bp is 152/116 and heart rate is 45 bpm. I goof off well then say good-bye to the Church Lady and get myself read for the same. No rain so I ride the motorcycle and make it to choir practice, and I make the coffee for the fellowship after. Then because the Sun seemed to be out I think about riding off and enjoying the afternoon. But the clouds come back to hide the Sun, and the temperature drops five or more degrees and it could rain but probably won't.

So my afternoon is spent building muscles and garden plots - I get to turn all the soil and add the fertilizer, I get to mow the back and side yards, I get to cut the maple down in the front and I get to look good having done it by the time, mid-afternoon, when the Church Lady returns and answers the telephone, which is for her. I get turnip and beef soup for lunch with my apple and coffe.

Back from behind the obstacles

12th 210.0 pounds 134/91 bp 42 Hr
13th 210.5 pounds 140/83 bp 40 Hr
14th 208.0 pounds 138/84 bp 40 Hr
15th 205.5 pounds 122/83 bp 45 Hr

I have been missing my exercises and aerobic sessions. My fault and will have to do better today. I go to the YMCA with my wife and I do twenty-five minutes on the rowing machine, and twenty-five minutes on the treadmill, walking pace, and ten minutes on another machine and then the weight machines, for arms back and chest. Feels good to be worked out and a bit wrung out

Tuesday, and where am I now?

I weigh 210.0 pounds (not running yesterday and Starbucks!) blood pressure is 140/86 with a heart rate of 46 beats per minute. Took an online test this morning, didn't like the result, then took a second one and liked that result worse. Ah, just a commercial enterprise why am I paying attention, I will not be buying. Saw evidence of somekind of romance on the blogsphere, almost time for me to retreat - no potential for me just mistaken intentions, drift back into the woods and lay quiet.

I wander blogs, and have oatmeal for breakfast, then write checks to pay bills, finally I post a thought about memories and have no reason left not to exercise. I knock out the basic fifty reps of the very basic three exercises, getting easier isn't it? So heart rate monitor belt put on, mud running shoes found and put on and I go run - but really no rain until the last quarter, when the rider in black on the dark V-Rod roars by, a good run with lots of thoughts. 431 calories and forty percent of them fat calories, we discussed that before, average heart rate 122 beats per minute, in the zone 37 minutes 26 seconds (when seconds count) exercise time 40 minutes and 4 seconds. I walk back from the mailboxes, deep breathing with arm swings, my wife opens the front door for me -- which is always better than being locked out - although that did happen once and I broke the door open so I wouldn't be late for work. Ah, I should have just taken the day off, but that wouldn't have been me, would it?

Missed the mark, and shot the other blog site...

My aunt Velva giggling at my antics, I did post on the wrong blog site but back to normal now. I weigh 205.5 pounds and my blood pressure is 137/80 with a heart rate of 46 bpm. My muscles are complaining about the lactic acid build up, so I knock out the fifty reps of the basic three just to bother them and continue the improvements. Gravity rules and all my fat flab falls down to the hang position, sigh. As soon as I get to my slimmer, trimmer me I will start taking pictures of the leaner meaner old man - with clothing - the skin never tightens up the way it would when one was younger. Exercise for my aerobics will have to wait until after the doctor and food, my wife gives me a Starbucks gift card to get coffee with later. Oatmeal cookies with raisins and chocolate, anyone? I will walk to the dock, but that is never exercise for the body, just satisfaction for the soul. Raining again, not motorcycling this morning.

Well, the doctor's nurse took my weight, bp, temperature and blood and an EKG, and I am where the doctor wants me, in the box of healthy nuts. Cool, of course I didn't tell him I cut my medications in half. I went off to Starbucks and felt so out of place but nice to visit. Breakfast was an 8grain roll, a Spinach Feta Wrap, and a Mocha Grande. I walk to the dock, go to work and do it the best I can and then back home again, bringing Allende's Zorro to read. I watch wrestling and know I should move my muscles before showering and going to bed. Maybe a few Cat Stretches, one of my favorites.

Saved some Daylight, did ya?

I sleep later, and then get up to eggs and toast, I weigh 207.0 pounds (exercise does work) blood pressure of 138//88 and the resting heart rate of 40 bpm. I watch CBS Sunday Morning and they continue to cover the seventy year olds that have shaped my world, and long departed artists - one who loved women well, very well.

Well, got to ride my motorcycle to church, practicing with the choir - which is really good for one's breathing - although I was sure the Director was about to remove me for failing to find the correct notes, I would never know the difference but she can hear it... the service was fine and then the Youth with their adult advisors had a Baked Potato feast for five bucks each. I went in support, although I didn't get the potato, their chilli, salad makings, cheese, tomatoes, celery, carrots and onions all were my kind of health food, and so filling. I would have eaten a raw potato, but baked is almost pure sugar in my system. I did get a piece of birthday cake with thick icing. Off I rode to pick up my pistol and fifty rounds of .45 APC (in case he didn't have any). The ride to the range is good, the shooters are having lots of fun and I buy two more boxes of .45, and it costs $17.50 per - time to start reloading? The dollar isn't buying enough any more. I shoot my target very well, stopping after thirty-five rounds, the lower right quadrant of the black is gone with a couple of close enough but no cigars. One failed extraction, immediate action went well, I would be lying if I told you I was the best shooter with a pistol when I was there - but I could have been first loser.

I ride back home, find my wife thinking about going to the YMCA, I am for that - if she is really over her cold, otherwise we can wait. We wait. I knock out the fifty repetitions of the basic three exercises, the lactic acid is in the muscles from yesterday - I need more exercise and better circulation when it comes along. As my wife falls asleep into her nap I put on the heart monitor chest strap and go out to jog. I have a doctor's appointment tomorrow, so I will run hard today and fast after seven tonight. The jog is good, I see five motorcyclists, no joggers nor walkers, three skateboarders and no dark dangerous dogs. 417 calories, 40% of them from fat (don't you believe it), average heart rate 125 bpm, in zone for 34 minutes 12 seconds, exercise time is 37 minutes and 15 seconds. Eat some dinner, seaweed soup with beef, and a hot shower and reading, life is good and can only get better.

Hibernation is OVER! git up and git out...

I had strange dreams of coffee shop ladies and comfort girls, never so many women in my dreams, but I was okay for the long haired girl friend (who became my wife) was with me. Very different dreams and no reason for them I could imagine. I wake earlier than the Sunrise, which is soon to be delayed by Congressional order. I forget to take my medicines, do remember devotions and measurements, I weigh 209.5 pounds and my blood pressure is 129/84 with a heart rate of 39 bpm. After checking email, delete and some answers, then the blogs then to eating my gruel and finding out what I am to fear according to the media - I am ready to change my ways, the Sun is up and behind the clouds and I need to move muscles and start living again.

I knock out fifty repetions of the basic three: bent leg sit ups, push ups, and squats. The very minimum basic body weight exercise for the day, should be more but I have laid off too long with the congestion and cold. I get my heart rate monitor belt on, and go out to jog. Cool and gray a jogger's day, I am going a little long but shorter than I should - in two weeks I have a twenty kilometer road race to run, work on that form. I see signs of Spring all around, buds, flowers and birds pairing up looking for love in all the right places. The geese on the island have paired and are staking out territory for nesting, as long as it isn't inside the fence they aren't troubled by the guards. I have a good pace, getting into the zone quickly and I remind myself about the stretch and the stride a few times. No dark dog problems, one heart walker with two women in support and their better health along laughing. I pick up two pennies in different places and feel richer already. The jog is 57 minutes and 29 seconds, in the zone for 53 minutes and 45 seconds, with an average heart rate of 118 beats per minute. About 571 calories burned, and forty-five percent of that should have been from fat.

I wake from a nap (so old man-like) covered by a blanket, I get up and go to the chin up bar, two attempts at chin ups, mix ups and pull ups. Mind over matter, not strong enough mind and way too much matter, feeble attempts to be fixed with more work. I take a test of What D&D character would I be.

Lawful Good Human Paladin/Cleric (4th/4th Level)

Ability Scores:
Strength- 14
Dexterity- 16
Constitution- 15
Intelligence- 16
Wisdom- 16
Charisma- 14

I am not that perfect but wouldn't mind playing such a fine fellow, back to the chin ups!

Maxed out and no stress...

I weigh 210.0 pounds today, sigh, and my blood pressure is 131/80 with a heart rate of 48 beats per minute. My wife stayed home and nursed her cold, but is still ill, I sweat through the night and dreamed much about other things. She warned me not to exercise in the morning, after hearing one of her favorite television doctor expert say it was dangerous for those with high blood pressure. I reminded her that I don't have high blood pressure any longer, and that I am in charge of my exercise (temporarily non-existent) time, type and place. Too long too happy with early morning PT (physical training) in the Army, before cleaning up and going to work or training for the day -- very difficult to change bad habits. I want that nap and unwinding at the end of the day.

My mother has fears, she is in a nursing home for treatment of her problems and her mind has too much time to dwell. Long ago she wrote a story about two adults that were driving through a National Park, admiring the great trees and pure beauty. They stopped to get out and discovered that they had lost their legs. It seems their legs had gotten tired of just sitting in the car, at the restaurants and motels -- so the legs just up and left so they could walk and run around like they had so many years before adulthood settled frisky. Well, they called their children over to help them find their legs (children were out and about playing with full use of limbs). The children finally found the AWOL legs and negotiated a return but the parents had to promise daily usage and certain mileage minimums. She wanted me to do pictures for it and to make a children's book of it. It never happened but it isn't a story for children, it is one for adults. More adults lose lower limbs to diabetes than children, and my mother may remember that her poor circulation in her legs could cause drastic measures for saving her life - but it isn't that bad yet. They are working her daily in physical therapy and making her march, moving those legs (which she wouldn't do on her own) so I have lots of hope for her recovering with continued programs of activity - at least to a certain point. Most fears are found in the mind and grow in darkness and depression - turn on the lights, and fight! and pray for better...

Thursday, Friday eve by my count...

Sleep well and have dreams of military and my inmate workers, I weigh 209.5 pounds (!!!) the blood pressure is 137/73 with the heart rate of 41 beats per minute. Time for devotions and then excercising tonight upon return from work.

Midweek, wife is now suffering cold...

I weigh 208.5 pounds, so sad, and the blood pressure is either 126/81 or 143/86 with corresponding heart rates of 187 or 43 beats per minute. I have to lose twenty to thirty pounds with conditioning exercises and good living - not that I am going to be prettier or even healthier, but if I lose that much belly fat and flab I can carry concealed so much better and be just so darned dangerous it tickles my fancy.

I am thinking of bib overalls, too. For the riding the motorcycle and the ease of carrying and getting to my concealed weapons. And looking like the old fool I am, who would ever believe I was more than an ancient accident waiting to happen?

Tuesday is garbage day...

I weigh 208.0 pounds, blood pressure is 134/73 with a heart rate of 38 beats per minute. It is almost six and I have been playing with numbers on my computer, and finding no satisfaction, it is time for gruel (old fashsioned oats, Grapenuts, raisins and milk microwaved for one hundred and sixty-five seconds).

March Madness...

I was going to shoot yesterday, carried a pistol to church and then to the range afterwards. Slid my bike on loose waterstone gravel and laid it down, exciting and a fool thing to do. Two men came out and helped me lift it back up, the right mirror doesn't want to hang straight but after bending the rear brake pedal back into position I am ready to ride again. I didn't get to shoot, seems the range was out of .45 APC, so what I was carrying wasn't going to be enough. Back on the bike and down the road, the ride was worthy an effort. Right knee felt a little wrenched but that is just me.

I weigh 208.0 pounds today, blood pressure is 156/88 and heart rate is 33 beats a minute. I find I forgot to take my half medicine yesterday, missed the moment and pick it up again today. I have to quit hiding from life, hibernation should be over and I need to get out and do.

Rain outside I hit the treadmill to clear my lungs, walk my heart and weigh myself down with five pound dumb bells. Only forty minutes, 401 calories and 40% of that fat calories (so the computer says) average Heart rate is 122 bpm, in Zone 31 minutes 34 seconds, total exercise time is forty minutes. Done to Country music, Louisana Saturday Night among others. The dumb bells are for balance, I should get a rubber M-14 for rifle drills. But then I would have to search hard to find any army using them, once they were a staple of fitness training and weapon familiarization - now we keep the weapons locked up most of the day. I need the old PT manual from the 1950-60's. FM 21-20?

Some Sunday Morning when I'm Straight...

I weigh 206.5 pounds, blood pressure is 127/91 with a heart rate of 39 beats per minute.

Coming in like a LION! Mar's month...

I slept Friday evening away, normal end of the month work day, normal walk to dock after riding my fine motorcycle through the lingering fog. The cold feels gone, therefore it is. I put my rainsuit on for the ride home in the evening, the weatherman was right - it is a soaker, which only means I watch my distances from fools and I still enjoy the ride - old man pleasures are so simple. I had a spicy fifteen bean soup with hot Italian sausage, took a hot shower and got ready to read and watch wrestling. I missed the wrestling, waking at midnight to turn off the television and put the bodies to bed. Waking from dreams of parachuting, military and selection boards and fool Earl's way too high standards. I refuse to consider myself a lamb, so I have to come into Mar's month as a Lion, old and almost toothless, but all male with attitude, dude. I weigh 207.5 pounds, blood pressure is 133/75 with a heart rate of 40 beats per minute. I start cutting my medications in half today, I have been just a shade too light headed the last few weeks.