Friday, thank God for Fridays...

It was actually a pay day, but my Earning and Deductions Statement hadn't preceded the day so I was a bit confused, also the day to turn in my reports for June which I couldn't because I had not brought my memory with me... I forgot it.

10 July 2009 weight 208.0 pounds, bp is 126/81, Hr 43 bpm and I would only W2D for exercise

I did enjoy riding the motorcycle, hard and fast enough, leaning into the turns and rolling the throttle to keep it up.

Break on Independence Day Weekend...

So I was calling the Range at Wade's DAR as the Line Boss for the Fourth and Fifth of July, so I went off program but kept on my feet and sounding off.

Saturday 4th weight 207.2 pounds

Sunday 5th weight 208.6 pounds

Monday, 6 July, weight 208.6 pounds blood pressure 128/93 Heart rate 52 bpm
50 x 3 basic Jog 213 cal 55% fat Hr 108 Zone 14m46s Exercised 40m11s W2D

Really slack but one has to get on the road to do the work, so I took the step.

To become stronger turn off the electrical noise...

You want to get that jog in, stop watching television and reading blogs, go out the door and sweat sweetly... the only way to

This morning: weight 206.8 pounds, Blood Pressure 111/88, Heart rate 48 bpm. 3CU hangs, 3 PU hangs, 20x3 basic exercises. Walk to the dock. Jog gently 369 cal. 45% fat, 116 Hr, Z49m11s Ex56m37s. found one nickle, changing stride, impact of foot and push off feels better. Stretches and light dumb bells to finish.

Day Two of the Newer me...

Ha, ha, it is really the same guy all over again. But on Monday 29 June, 2009:

Weight 204.6 pounds, Blood Pressure 130/83, resting Heart rate 45 beats per minute. I started with my fifty reps of the basic three exercises, put on my monitor band and went on a longer jog than Sunday's. The watch said 437 calories burned, 45% fat ones, Heart rate 117 average, in Zone for 55m19s, exercised for 1h6m28s. Instead of a couple of gray hounds racing me along a fence (they did two laps and quit bored with my slog) I get a squirrel leaping along beside me getting to his next tree, even he was faster than I. But the day was fine the sweating very good and I came in well. I walked the two miles to the dock through the lush greenery, always good for my mind as well as the legs that had the jog earlier, stretching out the tightened muscles.

I just looked at a picture from 2007, when I could do a good chin up, will have to work for that again.

Good intentions, bad execution...

12/02/08 Weight 213.0 pounds, bp 154/100 Hr 37 bpm
W2D and that was all the exercise for the day, I am not working hard enough.

Okay, I have been hiding and I am not going to ...

catch up, I have fallen off the wagon and am wallowing around in my lusts (if only I were, I would make a finer pig).

12/01/08 weight 212.0 pounds, bp 135/96 Hr 35 bpm
50x3 TMw/5# DB, 346 calories, 45% fat, Hr 114, Zone 29m55s, Exercised 40m04s

W2D Not a bad day at work, on my feet the whole time, napped on the ferry boat home, watched wrestling while reclining, not enough motivation for more exercises nor rifle work - get some!

If you want to change your life....

Just head out five minutes earlier than you usually start your commute to work - the traffic isn't the same and the day is now different. I weighed 207.0 pounds on Friday, I weigh 206.5 pounds on Saturday and blood pressure is 132/92 with a heart rate of 101 bpm, which I don't believe since I haven't done anything to get it moving that fast. Better buy a new blood pressure checker.

I check emails and find my sister and my mother and answer Mom, I am glad that North Carolina suited my brother-in-law. Some noise about the house and climate, but I think the visit with daughter and watching grandchildren is much better than the Spring in North Carolina. My wife had a strange dream she had to share, and she did, and during breakfast she starts to unload all her worries and her guilts and needs more than my cold stern disapproval of real feelings and emotions. Where would I ever get more than cold stern old man at? Ugly truth.

I need to get serious about losing weight, she wants me to stick around in our older age. I need the twenty pounds off so the pistol hides better in more places. I stuck it behind my belt and walked the local park with my wife, don't think we bothered anyone so it wasn't seen. Duckling herds go from eight to five to three with the passing of days and the predators, a few will make it to maturity.

Rains gently return, greening grasses

I weigh 205.0 (pounds like yesterday), blood pressure is 127/83 and resting heart rate is 41 bpm. I sneak up on myself and knock out three good strong chin ups as the coffee heats, then off to blog checks, changes and devotions. I call my mother and talk, then knock out the fifty reps of the basic three exercises - feeling good about it, but a bit worried about the creaks and snaps and pops on the left shoulder side - nothing worries me more than visiting a doctor, so I stop worrying about it. Denial is a helpful fool thing. Since it is raining and I am not the immortal stud I was forty years ago (only in my mind, mind you) I decide to do an interval workout on the treadmill in the garage, while listening to Country Western music, and some plastic surgeon... could have done without the plastic surgeon. 337 calories, 45% of them FAT (you do know how many calories in a pound of FAT), Average Heart rate 112 bpm, in Zone 27 minutes 25 seconds, Exercised 41 minutes 38 seconds. So I remain alive, I will walk to the dock and work on my feet most of the day, and I encourage y'all to do the same, or some plastic surgeon may want to pay for his education by giving you several of his procedures to restore your natural health and beauty. Trust me, the picture is up just because it will never be seen by polite society, just remind me of how fat I am - I need to drop those spare tire rolls for more room for packing pistols, or money belts or cell phones (NOT!).

What color of sunburnt does me justice?

Lovely beautiful Summer day here, and I weigh 205.5 pounds, blood pressure is 129/83, and heart rate is 42 bpm. After breakfast I go with my wife to walk Ruston Way and marvel at the motorcycles, custom cars and herds of people. It was great, families having fun, people stretching their legs and smile and dogs panting for more water as they heat up. Temperature is over eighty until you hit the water, then you are back at fifty-something. The retrievers going after sticks and balls in the water have the best of both worlds.

I buy KFC/A&W lunch and go home for nap, all the windows are open and I have work that I want to do, but my wife tells me to save it for the later afternoon. I wake from the nap a just lovely lobster red color - they used to talk about the "pink and red" Dungey boys - my father's farming generations, we don't tan well, although I came close in Vietnam.

Record breaking ninety degree temperature at SeaTac Airport, with all the asphalt and concrete soaking up the Sun, what would they expect?

Sunshine on my shoulder, makes me happy...

Friday weight 209.5 pounds, blood pressure of 137/84 with a heart rate of 36 bpm. Today I have a weigh-in of 207.5 pounds, blood pressure of 126/78 with a heart rate of 33 bpm. I don't worry about the very slow heart rate, I just pretend that my large heart is pushing lots of blood through my body at a rate needed - since I haven't fainted nor passed away. We plan to go to Range Control to re-new the Koh-sa-ri hunting permit (taking very young wood fern sprouts) and then walk around Spanaway Lake, which we haven't for awhile. I will save all my good intentions to work out until later tonight, I have a lot of work to do on the yard and grounds, ironing and such and there is a home owners meeting today to attend with good ideas a so... it will be a good day to lose some more weight. I did get the majority of the knives out of the storage shed - it is too damp there for maintaining them, I will have much work to do to bring them back up.

No pain in my foot, swelling is continuing to go down, color is getting better, old damage needs kneading and encouragement to move to the body recycling stations. I make French toast for our breakfast, with Sweet Oatmeal bread, my wife cuts and mixes blueberries and stawberries for the fruit portion, good breakfast. Lunch will be steak burger, fish for her, french fries and Coke. Motorcycles on trucks and trailers, but the real riders are on their bikes, rubber on the road, great day now to work so I can ride!

Well, I did get fifty miles in on the motorcycle, and noticed that those women riding without a sissy bar behind them are over exposed and almost leaving the ride for the road burn - I will put a sissy bar on for my wife and all my girl friends. If they want to hug me tight anyway I won't object - as long as they don't pull on my one arm like Mrs. Henry did when I gave her a ride back from her mail box, in 1966.

Little steps, make a journey...

I weigh 207.0 pounds, blood pressure is 140/85 with a heart rate of 41 beats per minute, hopefully with a nice rhythm, irregular is the kind of fellow I want to be, not the way my heart works. I am still hiding from breaking out in muscular sweats for lots of reps and against gravity - the last of the cold lingers but it is going. I walk to the dock and notice that I can see the pathway along the road, the light has returned to my days. The trees aren't as green as this picture, the route is the same and budding has started on some of the early ones, Spring then Summer is to be looked for.

I stopped with my wife at a restaurant, and the waitress asked if I worked at McNeil Island, and I said yes. We ordered and when she brought back the drinks, she said "You're the guy that walks everyday." So easy to build a reputation, just by being a little different. There are, in good weather, other walkers, and a few in bad. Mostly everyone rides the bus, the American way. I have almost always walked down, unless I am running out of time to catch the ferry or I am ill for some reason. People think it is for my fitness that I do the walk, but for that I jog, the walk is for my mental health. The thick tree lined road, twisting with animal sign and sightings, takes me back to walking home in Pennsylvania, wondering where are the French and Indians. I use the time to daydream a bit, to wonder 'what if?' of many silly things. And then suddenly I am at the dock ready for the ferry boat ride.

Only one more time to walk, hard and fast, after arrival at the island dock the race starts to get inside the gates and get to work. I like the surge, passing the Headquarters building, to get to the entry gates, under tower guard control. Up the steps two at a time into Control and then work. My mind is ready, my spirit soared.