DAY two...

01/12/09 weight 211.0 pounds, blood pressure 155/99 Heart Rate 42 bpm.
50x3, Jog 594 calories 45%fat ones, average heart rate 119, Zone 48m57s, Exercised 59m54s, found one penny in the dark. Wore reflector belt for foggy darkness and fool drivers. Made up a Children's Sermon about the First Rule of Weapons safety, and reporting to an adult.

End this August stuff and get on with September!

08/30/08 weigh 206.5 pounds, blood pressure is 131/80 heart rate is 40 bpm. Spend the afternoon at a wedding and reception, lovely bride and party, hulking grooms men, although the groom looked okay.

08/31/08 weigh 206.5 pounds, blood pressure is 160/88, heart rate 44 bpm. Jog for 371 calories, 45% fat ones, Heart rate average is 118 bpm, in Zone 33m27s, Exercised 37m59s, found four pennies when thinking good thoughts about Federal Medical Organization, my Mother and winning the Lottery. 2 1/2 Chin Ups then late for church.

Went to the range after to fire FASTER! one day late and still too slow, but the top two targets are from my 9mm, all on the paper at seven yards (21 feet) and all deadly only the ones on black count five points apiece.

The lower targets are with my Colt Model IV Series 70, Government Model, .45 APC, and you can see I do much better with the single action, although not perfection, I can claim more dead bodies. Sequence was five right target, reload, 5 left target, reload, 5 right target, reload, 5 left target. Higher scoring than the ones I turned in on the 30th, but that is okay, I only have myself to satisfy - no sponsors, accolades nor living enemies that I know about.

I went off to the rifle side of the range, checked my single shot .22 at the fifty yard line - high and centered - so I moved the target to the hundred yard line and I get the black, then I went and fired ten rounds of 30-06 with the Model 70, first time I have loaded five in the magazine, emptied it twice. Is the deer, bear, lion or skulking terrorist dead - yes, but I am not happy, I want tighter groups and that means I need to practice all the stuff I know but have forgotten to practice frequently. I am so not dangerous (enough for me anyway - best get to that practice stuff.

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.

tuesday, garbage day and it goes out...

I wake from dreams of being a Command Sergeant Major at a major parade function where I know none of the officers, my wife is there and then ignored and off as I move out to give commands to the Division (pretty impressive), I stop and look at my weapons, I seem to have two - an M16 and some super black and plastic almost spaceage rifle with slim silver colored cartridges. I am cleaning it and the ammunition. I find nothing strange about having weapons and ammunition at a parade - I had it when I was younger, old man's dreams feel the same.

I wake and take my medications, resupplied on the run to Fort Lewis yesterday, I was 210 pounds then, blood pressure was 138/78 and heart rate of 42 bpm. Today I am 208.5 pounds with a blood pressure of 155/132 and a heart rate of 28 bpm, so I take it again and get 149/91 with a heart rate of 39 bpm. I am alive. The garbage is gathered and put out and I have devotions, there are many people in nursing and hospitals that need God's touch and support for the families, every prayer helps. I have gruel and my wife has rice soup with her half of the banana and English muffin. We aren't cutting costs by halving the food, just sharing it for the space it will leave in the bellies, stuffed is for teddy bears. I write three checks and put them and the bills into envelopes and delay just a bit my exercises for the morning and the treadmill, the constant rain is going to keep me off the motorcycle today and the jogging joyously on the road... but I must adapt or become a fatter old man.

I found last night that my left foot is developing a mirror pain to the one in my right foot, which to me means it probably isn't due to the motorcycle crushing it, but could be aging badly - only whiskey and cheese seems to improve with age. I am not either... nor improving I knock out forty repetitions of the basic three, because I can and am determined to be less than I should be. One is hardest on oneself when being critical. So I go to jog on the treadmill looking about the wall, unfinished, for fifteen minutes for my heart and the children. 152 calories, 40% fat ones, average heart rate 122 bpm, in Zone 12 minutes 55 seconds, Exercised 15minutes 3 seconds. I am a little better man for that, thank the Lord.

Stop and analyze, ponder, recover & repair...

I read the update of my friend's mother and think about her and my own, they are being nursed back into health. Their families do worry, prayers are needed and are so prayed. How is it that such important people in our lives, gave so much of themselves in love of family and children that they didn't take better care of themselves? So in my guilt I want to blame them? Of course, it couldn't be my fault that I didn't tell them what is better and healthier - but it was, I have always been the little boy that needed a hug and attention with my parents, even when I grew up and tough and went off to wars, I came home and blurted out the F*** word and went into personal shock at my lapse of manners. I needed a hug, and didn't know how to give one. I read Isaiah 44, and prayed and thought.

Personally, my care of self stinks and I could do so much better. Thursday I weigh 211.5 pounds, 163/84 blood pressure, heart rate 39bpm. I walk to dock. Friday I weigh 210.5 pounds, 140/88 blood pressure with heart rate of 38 bpm, I did walk to the dock. Today I weigh 212.0 pounds, blood pressure is 135/97 and my heart rate is 41 bpm. I must start exercising instead of excusing my indolence. Goal, 180 pounds of bone, muscle and a little fat for the famine...

I take my wife around, then get to pushing the lawn mower around the yard, and that should count for exercise of some kind. I lend the mower to my neighbor and he cuts his, since he is trying to sell his home and his mower is at his parents home. I rake up the clippings, the grass being too damp to bag well when cut and that does count for exercise - working the arms, shoulders and core (ha, ha). Then feeling like a real slug after a nice dinner from my wife and some fresh baked carrot cake, I do go jog - thank goodness. 359 calories, 50% from fat in my blood, average heart rate 116 bpm, in Zone for 33 minutes 11 seconds, exercise timed is 37 minutes and 53 seconds. I did find a penny on the road after having a great idea about getting my favorite boot knife out to sharpen and carry for cutting things. So I have approval for the thought, as long as I remember it later. I did get the boot knife and will clean it up and sharpen it a bit, it still has the edge I put on it years ago.

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?

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?