Just a bitter little ray of sunshine.
Week 82
Posted 10-26-2009 at 08:05 AM by roamer723
296.2
Oy. Not too bad for basically taking the week off. My dad came to visit for a week and we ate out a lot. Took a few trips off the deep end but still managed to do ok. Rode 5 days in a row to work last week; it’s been awhile since I’ve been able to do that. Drove dad to the airport this morning and now we’ll get back to normal life. Heh, normal.
I continue to get better at doing pushups. I’d be even better if I took more time to do them. I have starts and stops, but mainly I’m doing them when watching football games. Too bad my Gators aren’t scoring that much this year. Oh well. 7-0 is still better than the alternative.
I’m up over 150 days biked to work now. I find myself guilty of pride. I love it. I’d rather ride than bike any day. I’m about this close to getting myself a bike trailer so I can just run to the grocery store with that instead of driving.
I continue to fluctuate in the 290’s. I’ve been stuck at this wall for awhile now, and am getting tired of it. Not “give up” tired, but not tired enough to look into tweaking or changing a few bad habits I’m aware of. Oh well, I guess when I get tired enough of it, I’ll do something about it. Took me 9 years to start to lose the 60’ish pounds, so I won’t hold my breath.
Interesting how much beer I drank in the past week, but the carbs from it didn’t really have the effect I thought they might. Seems like liquid carbs don’t seem to effect as bad as solid carbs. Or maybe it’s just carbs from beer, vs carbs from sugars.
Kind of down about my dad leaving. Hope it won’t be another 2 years before I see him again. His wife has been clinging to the last shreds of her life for awhile now, ravaged by Alzheimers. It’s amazing she’s still alive. He’ll prolly move closer when she goes, but who knows when that’ll be. Not praying for death mind you, just wondering what purpose is served by her clinging. If I prayed, I would pray for him.
ClusterF. Thanksgiving, Inlaws want to visit, my mom wants to visit. Inlaws asked first so they should get the honor right? Well, of course, my mom just happens to have something going on close to us so they’ll be here anyway, so why not stop by? I don’t really have a problem with it, but my wife kind of does so I tried to tip toe around it with my mom by saying “hey, why don’t you just stop by right after?”. So now her feelings are hurt, and blah blah blah. There is some truth tho to the thought that ever since I left the house for college, anytime my mom has seen me or my family it HAD to be at her convenience. All those times I came home for the weekend from school, or we’d visit for the weekend, and she’d be at the lake, or off gambling, or whatever…..my wife about has me convinced.
Juggling. Who knew I would become such an experienced juggler the older I got? Note I didn’t say “good”, just “experienced”. Sheesh. Juggling the wife and kids while dad is visiting. Pfft, juggling the wife and kids in everyday life. Juggling the inlaws and mom, work and freetime(or lack thereof), the “to do” list, the this, the that. MAKE IT ALL STOP. That’s it, I want off the merry go round, you kids have fun with that.
Heard an interesting bit in bible study Sunday. I should note I am fairly apathetic about church, but my wife goes every week and I feel the need to go to at least provide an example for the kids. I don’t usually go to service b/c I don’t care for it, but I enjoy bible study class. We got to talking about “how god uses you in everyday life to be an example”. At one point a lady mentioned that “faith is granted to those who hear”. I can kind of see that, but I disagree slightly. I think “faith is granted to those who listen”. I’ve been hearing it all my life, but I’m not listening. Faith is also like a shield. I have a front row seat with that. My FIL went through what I my dad is going through with his wife 2 years ago, and he had his faith to sustain him. My dad does not. I wonder which example I’ll follow if or when I have to go through the same hell with my wife. I want to hear and listen, I’m just not.
I shall draw you Saruman as poison is drawn from a wound. Writing really is therapeutic. I begin to understand why people keep journals. My wife does, but I think hers is more out of a fear that someday she’ll get Alzheimer’s just like her mom and her journal will be the only way her kids and grandkids will know what she was like while they were young. I feel a little better now getting this off my chest. Maybe I’ll make a habit of it.
Or not.
Oy. Not too bad for basically taking the week off. My dad came to visit for a week and we ate out a lot. Took a few trips off the deep end but still managed to do ok. Rode 5 days in a row to work last week; it’s been awhile since I’ve been able to do that. Drove dad to the airport this morning and now we’ll get back to normal life. Heh, normal.
I continue to get better at doing pushups. I’d be even better if I took more time to do them. I have starts and stops, but mainly I’m doing them when watching football games. Too bad my Gators aren’t scoring that much this year. Oh well. 7-0 is still better than the alternative.
I’m up over 150 days biked to work now. I find myself guilty of pride. I love it. I’d rather ride than bike any day. I’m about this close to getting myself a bike trailer so I can just run to the grocery store with that instead of driving.
I continue to fluctuate in the 290’s. I’ve been stuck at this wall for awhile now, and am getting tired of it. Not “give up” tired, but not tired enough to look into tweaking or changing a few bad habits I’m aware of. Oh well, I guess when I get tired enough of it, I’ll do something about it. Took me 9 years to start to lose the 60’ish pounds, so I won’t hold my breath.
Interesting how much beer I drank in the past week, but the carbs from it didn’t really have the effect I thought they might. Seems like liquid carbs don’t seem to effect as bad as solid carbs. Or maybe it’s just carbs from beer, vs carbs from sugars.
Kind of down about my dad leaving. Hope it won’t be another 2 years before I see him again. His wife has been clinging to the last shreds of her life for awhile now, ravaged by Alzheimers. It’s amazing she’s still alive. He’ll prolly move closer when she goes, but who knows when that’ll be. Not praying for death mind you, just wondering what purpose is served by her clinging. If I prayed, I would pray for him.
ClusterF. Thanksgiving, Inlaws want to visit, my mom wants to visit. Inlaws asked first so they should get the honor right? Well, of course, my mom just happens to have something going on close to us so they’ll be here anyway, so why not stop by? I don’t really have a problem with it, but my wife kind of does so I tried to tip toe around it with my mom by saying “hey, why don’t you just stop by right after?”. So now her feelings are hurt, and blah blah blah. There is some truth tho to the thought that ever since I left the house for college, anytime my mom has seen me or my family it HAD to be at her convenience. All those times I came home for the weekend from school, or we’d visit for the weekend, and she’d be at the lake, or off gambling, or whatever…..my wife about has me convinced.
Juggling. Who knew I would become such an experienced juggler the older I got? Note I didn’t say “good”, just “experienced”. Sheesh. Juggling the wife and kids while dad is visiting. Pfft, juggling the wife and kids in everyday life. Juggling the inlaws and mom, work and freetime(or lack thereof), the “to do” list, the this, the that. MAKE IT ALL STOP. That’s it, I want off the merry go round, you kids have fun with that.
Heard an interesting bit in bible study Sunday. I should note I am fairly apathetic about church, but my wife goes every week and I feel the need to go to at least provide an example for the kids. I don’t usually go to service b/c I don’t care for it, but I enjoy bible study class. We got to talking about “how god uses you in everyday life to be an example”. At one point a lady mentioned that “faith is granted to those who hear”. I can kind of see that, but I disagree slightly. I think “faith is granted to those who listen”. I’ve been hearing it all my life, but I’m not listening. Faith is also like a shield. I have a front row seat with that. My FIL went through what I my dad is going through with his wife 2 years ago, and he had his faith to sustain him. My dad does not. I wonder which example I’ll follow if or when I have to go through the same hell with my wife. I want to hear and listen, I’m just not.
I shall draw you Saruman as poison is drawn from a wound. Writing really is therapeutic. I begin to understand why people keep journals. My wife does, but I think hers is more out of a fear that someday she’ll get Alzheimer’s just like her mom and her journal will be the only way her kids and grandkids will know what she was like while they were young. I feel a little better now getting this off my chest. Maybe I’ll make a habit of it.
Or not.
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