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.