Musings

 Here we go. Day 2 of using LoseIt again. 170.2 pounds before showering. The app says 197 days to go for final weight of 132.

 7/9/2024 Today I did a thing. I took a step. I downloaded an audiobook titled, 1,000 risks. It's an evangelical book. I almost stopped there, but I went for a walk and started listening. I stopped when I came to this quote, "Faith is a seed planted, risk is faith sprouting". I wanted to chew on that a bit. So we shall see.

  The everyday triumph Ari lazily stretched his arms out wide, narrowly avoiding hitting his knuckles on the oversized headboard of his queen size bed. It was not quite dawn yet, but Ari was happy to be awake. He always enjoyed watching the sun come up as he sipped a cup of coffee on the balcony of his third story apartment. Sometimes at sunrise he would take a walk, welcoming both his neighbors and the new day. Today, however, he was on a deadline. Without any sense of urgency however, Ari carefully gathered together copy of the newspaper article he was editing and began the task at hand.   A while later, in an apartment across town, June groggily awoke from her medication-induced slumber. “What day is it?” she thought to herself, wearily hoping to remember that it was a weekend. To her dismay, it was Tuesday, another workday in the endless cycle of drudgery. It took all her effort to will her body out of bed. Erratically June stumbled downstairs to the kitchen and po...

 June 3, 2024; that's the day, the day I should mark on the calendar, circle in red, get ready to celebrate. That's the day my weight loss  journey is projected to end. That's over a year away, but it is feasible, at least in the digital world of optimal following of the calorie counting plan on LoseIt. Moreover, that's not the end , it is only the end of a segment, in fact it is a beginning. It is the beginning of the maintenance phase. I don't want to have to lose all this weight again. I need to change my lifestyle. I need to get back to exercising. I am moving forward. Baby steps are helping. I've been doing well moving more in terms of getting 10,000 steps a day. I need to work on my diet, that's the next step. I've been consistently tracking since Jan 8! That's already nearly a whole month! Perhaps it is a habit now? We'll see about that. I haven't been sticking to my budget, just tracking. I think it helps some.  Actually, I think that...

Such a joyous word! It is hard to say it without smiling. When I reflect on victory the first memory that comes to mind is the summer before my junior year of high school. For the entire summer, I had been playing in a local competitive junior tennis tournament series.   Some of the tournaments were close to home, others were a bit out of the way. All of them were hot and humid. Muggy is the word most locals use to describe the disgusting feeling of lethargy and sweat that characterizes summers in the Mid-Atlantic region.   It was muggy that first weekend of August when I finally made it through to the finals, the championship match. I don't recall many details, but I do remember the triumph. In that moment, accepting the first place trophy, (after drinking copious amounts of water,) I experienced a rush of energy; a swell of pride; a sense of awe. I felt accomplished.   It was the first time I had planned and persevered to achieve a set goal. Sure, I had alwa...

June groggily awoke from her medication-induced slumber. “What day is it?” she thought to herself, wearily hoping to remember that it was a weekend. To her dismay, it was Tuesday, another workday in the endless cycle of drudgery. It took all her effort to will her body out of bed. Erratically June stumbled downstairs to the kitchen and poured herself a large glass of water. She sighed deeply as she took the daily prescription box off the counter. Staring intently at the cocktail of medicine, she hesitated before swallowing the lot. Mindlessly, she opened the blinds on the sliding glass door. For a brief instant, a ray of light entered her slowed, scattered conscious. It was already 8:30 and the sun was streaming the window. Wistfully she glanced at the calendar, wanting desperately for something to be written there. As usual it was blank. All she ever had, it seemed, was her dead-end job at the local grocery store. “Guess it’s time to get dressed”, she mumbled to herself. Still s...