Just for the Record,

08/20/08 weight 208.5 pounds, blood pressure 115/84, heart rate 35 bpm

08/21/08 weight 210.0 pounds, blood pressure 138/84, heart rate 55 bpm

08/22/08 weight 205.0 pounds

08/23/08 weight 204.0 pounds motorcycling to Lincoln City, Oregon

08/24/08 motorcycling back from Lincoln City, Oregon

Wife tells me not to trust the scales, I need to start to exercise and jog again and get the Computer Cave organized, the end of September looms large.

Sunday shines

I weigh 204.5 pounds today, my blood pressure is 115/68 or 119/73 with a consistant heart rate of 37 beats per minute sitting down. I am reading Cinderella Man, by Jeremy Schaap, better than the movie, which I have and love - because it speaks to the people, the country and the times of the events. Best History lesson on America of the period.

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I started blogging because the Institutional Library System was going to build a blog for the public and I was supposed to be one of the blog writers, and so I started Just the Library Keeper and I wrote and posted and posted. Then I told my family and friends about it and sent them links to check it out. Some looked but never returned, but I kept churning out words and didn't have to bother the family any longer. Then I decided to stop worrying about the calendar and posting my measurements and exercises on it, I built another blog Physical Fitness for Foold so I can see what I thought when, what I weighed and measured, and my general health and a bit of what was happening. Just think of all the trees I have saved by not sending letters, think of all the cyberspace left for important commercial announcements about Viagra or variations of get me rich schemes. Hit that DELETE key, folks.

Well, the Institutional Library Services blog site will be closely monitored for political correctness and comment, of course the ones monitoring it don't want to write it, they just want to control it and the public image. I find my blogs helpful, I get to write and whine and wonder, I have my favorite places to check for thoughts from other folks - some close to my thoughts but the most interesting are from people doing their lives well, writing it, and I get to peek and become a lurker - although when I feel important and wise and sharing I do drop a note, most not too worthy. It would depend on the subject I am commenting on. There are people that visit my site and drop comments or just read, I am not counting visits nor comments and more than anything I write because I want to say something and that will be enough.

My sister wrote a wonderful letter, and sent it email, and I have her last two from before but then I wonder if she or her husband check my blog to see how I am. Probably not, my teaching sister said she liked the blog idea and thought she could build one, but then she is very busy and I don't think she got around to it, she didn't say she had - and she still writes letters. My brother is doing stuff in Denver, with music and sound, and supporting the current Presidential Primary conflict (oops, it is only a contest not a conflict).

Well, I do need to get started on this Sunday, Communion Sunday in my chuch, working in the choir (can't really sing, so work at it), and riding my motorcycle to the girl friends (like I ever had any - I am just out for the ride without rain). I do have a round Mount Rainier ride on 14 June with some sunshine riders from DOC, has a barbeque and poker run with it. No, I don't have any idea what to do with a poker run, nor the social barbeque - but I want to ride around Mount Rainier. Seems sometimes like I don't get out enough. This Friday, the 9th, the 191st Infantry Brigade from Fort Lewis has a motorcycle safety ride, two hundred and fifty miles in six hours, they asked the Patriot Guard Riders for assistance and I don't feel 9120 miles on my Triumph enough to make me a mentor, but I would like to try and keep up with those young folks and have a great Friday. I ought to for my Community Service, not given for breaking the peace but just because I can relate.

Well, my wife has a birthday tomorrow, so I had best figure out how to help celebrate it - kiss and a hug minimum, jello birthday cake?

You're limping... Yes, and I am OLD...

Yesterday a corrections officer noticed my limp and commented on it. I figure I am lucky, still not having had that first heart attack or stroke - or mine are so minor I wouldn't notice. I was 209.5 pounds in weight, blood pressure 157/89 and a heart rate of 40 bpm. I knocked out my fifty reps of the basic three, did some chin up moves on the bar - couldn't call them chin ups, cause they didn't get that high - but I was hanging and struggling. I went jogging 393 calories burned 45% of the fat, average heart rate was 118, in Zone for 37 minutes and 20 seconds, exercising for 39 minutes and 45 seconds. I went to the Credit Union and then walked to the dock, and to work. I was caught limping, and I like to think I limp because of my motorcycle accident last August (NOT!), the medicines my doctor gives me cause my muscles and bones to fall apart, or that I am old and I am falling apart with or without medication.

Today my wife has had problems sleeping, but I didn't, and I knock out my fifty reps after breakfast gruel, then go and do a real chin up and several well intentioned struggles and hangs for more pressure on those good looking upper body muscles. I do notice that the whole core gets to flex and tense along with the working muscles while hanging. I dress for a jog outside, start and then think it is too cold, windy and my right foot is still foolish from the bicycle riding on Saturday - need to do it more. I return home and get on the treadmill and it doesn't feel any better than the road except for the lack of wind. I stop 42 calories, 50% of them fat, average heart rate 99 bpm, in Zone 3 minutes, 8 seconds, exercised (????) 9 minutes and 15 seconds - will have to work on that later today.

So I forgot to give you my weight 208.0 pounds, blood pressure 132/78 and heart rate of 43 bpm. I took the time not spent on exercise and printed out a long letter of my blogs for the week for my mother and my aunt - adding the extra parade pictures and such - the links don't work with print on paper and some of the writing depends on those links but they will ask if they need to. Off to work and walk to the dock, dropping the mail at the post office. Slow train blocking the track but no problem in the long run. Work well all day come home and go to sleep early after dinner - seems my wife had an opportunity to back her car into a truck = damage to her car slight, she says she really hurt the truck, so that is on her mind and she isn't happy. I laugh at her, because she moved the car because she thought it was in a bad parking space and her break was earlier than normal and she knew something was going to happen and hadn't slept well and I can't make it right immediately - but it will happen.

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...

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.