“Bless me Father, for I have sinned. It has been five months since I last wrote in my blog and I feel like a slob.”
“Do 1,000 push-ups, ride your bike for three days straight and don’t eat any ice cream until you’re 100th birthday. Now…go…and sin no more.”
I could have written. I have done some exercise during the hiatus, just not consistently enough to make me want to write. Then there was my personal life getting in the way of being properly inspired and that held me up, too.
Those things still exist, but they really aren’t good excuses. Since I last wrote, I’ve gone through a period with my surgically repaired right knee where I thought I’d torn my meniscus again. I’ve had the absolute high of believing the Indians were actually going to win the World Series, only to be disappointed again (it was one hell of a ride though, and I’m really not complaining). I’ve made three trips to the Adirondacks and struggled with that same knee.
Exercise? Not so much. I’ve been lacking direction and goals. I’ve been thinking more about selling my house and retiring, but really not taking the necessary steps to make things happen. I’ve been in a funk, a limbo that I need to pull myself out of. The best way for me to do that is to find something to challenge myself and second, to write about it. I haven’t come up with that first thing yet so I’m writing about how I’m thinking about it.
At least I’ve decided to work through the knee pain and start riding on the trainer again. I’m watching ‘Shameless’ on Netflix to divert my attention and make it bearable. I’ve also gotten into the woods more with Dakota to add more steps to the mix. I have not done the Survival Workout in two months, though, and I’m losing my tone. At least the job remains physical and with the side jobs, I manage to keep a semblance of shape.
Yesterday was 12,000 steps and work. Nothing else. I’ve been eating a lot of salads and lean meats over the past week in an effort to redirect myself, but Savannah invited me over for dinner last night, which consisted of a Jets sausage pizza. I ate five pieces.
Today? Side job tonight so exercise may be limited. I will have time to ride the trainer so we’ll have to see whether or not I’ve overcome some of my laziness. Tis the season to get my butt in gear or I’ll head into January with an even larger mountain to climb. Until tomorrow then?
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