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Garmin and the broken arm

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So, I went back to Garmin devices for my fitness tracking after a year and a half of using Amazfit. I'm ADHD like that. Got an older model. It will do for now. I really missed having a fitness dashboard on my Mac. The only downside is I have to carry my phone in a murse because the device doesn't have gps for my outdoor activities. Not that I do much outdoor stuff. Every time I think going outside is a good idea, I remember that there are people out there. Fuck people. Add to that that the air quality is garbage. Thanks Canada.  In other news, was notified this morning that my 32 year old son thinks he's 15 and went skateboarding last night. It didn't go well. Snapped his arm in half. Apparently the bone came right thru the skin. Fuckin dumbass. I can see him needing to stay with us for a while. Good times. Fml.

10k steps and the ant keep marching in.

   So, it's been 2 days without a drink and I'm feeling meh about it. Trying hard to keep myself on the straight  and narrow. Picked up the pace on my workouts. Been averaging over an hour, even added some weight lifting.     I have also made the executive decision to try to get myself off of my daily Claritin and my water pill script. I've been on both for years. Going to see if I have any negative impacts on my BP and weight without the w.p.. If so, I can just hope back on it.    Wife is going to a Vance protest. Why, you ask? I have no idea. Maybe she is bored or a masochist. I could not be bothered.     Looks like its time for me to get some walking done. Gotta get my daily 10k. Also, where did all these tiny ants in my kitchen come from? 

The New Journey

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   Welp, here I am, sitting on the cusp of 60. I've come along way in the last 2 years. Put the booze and food down for a long time and whipping my fat ass into some sort of shape as I head into my old age. But lately it's been a struggle. The booze has crept back in and the food calls to me like I'm a crack addict. I have managed to lose 75 lbs so far and now I feel I am in danger of throwing it all away.     So here I am once more, in the playground of the broken minds, to paraphrase a song. Searching, reaching, begging the universe for some form of strength to keep me on the straight and narrow. Trying to fill a hole that is never filled. Trying desperately to keep myself from falling into a black hope of dispare.    I know that in the completely fucked up world we are living in that my problems are very much first world white guy problems. And I don't expect sympathy from anyone. In fact, sympathy would probably just piss me off, but my problems ar...