The year is off and running. I sat down at my desk this morning and 2 1/2 hours flew by while doing the things I do. I up graded my security, straightened out a flaw with my insurance company, studied some on a business course, and studied some more on my weight loss program. Now I am going to take a break and chat with you a while. Not to long now because I haven’t scratched the surface in my busy business activities. Like Nino Brown said, “it’s always about business, never personal.”
While we continue to enjoy Spring like weather, Puerto Rico was rocked by a earthquake of massive proportions. Charlie and Zoe’s grandmother Carmen lives in Puerto Rico and I am waiting to hear confirmation that she is okay.
My health is progressing slowly but surely, like a turtle more than a hare. Weight is plateauing between 235 – 238 range with more input from other sources, i. e. exercise, supplements and a weight loss regimen closely allied with Mannatech products. I do not feel like a man with 4 of the 7 leading causes of death. My psoriasis, which was quite extensive, has receded approximately 95%.
Today’s post is more like a ‘how am I” letter because I am anxious to get back to work. One of the courses I am study is actually “How to Write” by Guideposts with the hoped for ending that they publish my writings. Another course deals with starting a viable online business so that I am living off my earnings and not just Social Security.
So that pretty much covers today. A couple of friends are celebrating their birthdays today and so would my dad had he still been living. He would have been 109. The End
A mother sperm whale surfaces in the North Atlantic as her young albino calf swims beside her. It’s an especially photogenic moment for these underwater powerhouses, which spend much of their time in the dim depths over 1,000 feet below the waves. You’re meeting them to commemorate the day in 1841 when a young Herman Melville set out from New Bedford, Massachusetts, on a whaling voyage to the South Pacific that would help inspire his masterwork ‘Moby-Dick.’ Today at the New Bedford Whaling Museum, Melville fans will begin a marathon public reading of the novel—an annual event that lasts a leviathan 25 hours.
Though the calf may bear resemblance to Melville’s fearsome white sperm whale Moby Dick, the whale family in the photo is nowhere near the Pacific, where most of the action of the novel takes place. These two are on the other side of the planet, in Portuguese waters. But we had no choice but to take you that far: little Moby Jr. is a rare sight since albinism only appears in about 1 in 10,000 mammal births, and the worldwide sperm whale population stands at only about 300,000.
❛To produce a mighty book, you must choose a mighty theme. No great and enduring volume can ever be written on the flea, though many there be who have tried it.❜—Herman Melville
3 days in and the world is already a buzz. I read yesterday that the Washington Post prints 500 stories a day. That is a lot of information to disseminate but it’s always just a few stories that capture our attention. Throw in Facebook and that too becomes a ‘source’ of information even though if you look closely you’ll find it came from somewhere else first.
Were I the CEO of Boeing last night I would not have been able to do my job. I had a very discombobulated night trying to sleep. So much so that I wondered is this how it feels moments before you die in your sleep. But I’m to young to die, even though many people my age are in fact dying. Well there’s nothing I can do about there now, is there. It’s not like I can all of a sudden jump in my clothes and run around the block to make up for those exercises I was going to start doing. And it wasn’t just the New Year’s that I was going to start doing them either. I’ve been starting them for awhile now. I could coach preparing to start an exercise program if ‘preparing to start’ is all you wanted to know. So I went back to sleep and here I am. I didn’t want to tell you yesterday after already telling you that January 1st is the most people dying date on the calendar but that that data probably drives the data that January is the most people dying month of the year.
And then it hit me, we do that to ourselves. We drive the hysteria of being depressed at Christmas and New Years, throw in a couple actual deaths that occured at that time in the past (because there are so many already) why not use them as the catalyst to bring on more morose and justify our ever present demise. And if we don’t die we’ll be back next year to do it all over again. And with Facebook always flashing back memories on us we don’t even have to write a new version of our bemoaning state we can just recycle the same version from 4 years ago. I’m telling you, where am I going to get the time to read my 50 emails a day, not to mention I have 3 email accounts, 2 of which I only look at once a month. Don’t even comment on those 500 stories on the Washington Post.
Now I must get on to my actual day, and I am still in that fog that having Christmas and New Years in the middle of the week throws you into. It’s like a 2 week weekend and we don’e know when we’re going back to work to only be followed by another weekend. – 236.6 –
Well that’s not a positive way to start the New Year. Yes, It is. Because today is January 2nd, and if you’re reading this, then you have made the cut. But don’t get to overjoyed just yet. Probably driven by that fact is this fact, January is the most deadliest month for dying in the New Year. So you’ve got some days to go before making the final cut.
It’s winter for sure and already we have lost two sports personalities in David Stern (NBA) and Don Larson (MLB). May their families be comforted in His Peace.
I don’t have places to go but I do have things to do and that’s going to make this day’s entry short. Keep The Peace.
This mountain hare is starting the year off right. It’s used to cold weather and high altitudes—and, since it’s nocturnal, it’s perfectly comfortable sleeping through an afternoon snowstorm in northeast Scotland. On New Year’s Day, humans in the US are more likely to be found in their natural habitat, the couch, dozing off or perhaps watching one of the college football bowl games on TV. Some more ambitious folks might be getting a jump on their New Year’s resolutions and exercising. First Day Hikes are part of an initiative led by state parks, with hundreds of free guided hikes offered in all 50 states. That sounds great, but maybe a little later. Right now, we think the hare has the right idea.
Pictured above is an Irish mountain hare.
I can already tell today is going to be a slow day. The Rose Parade steps off at 10 am for two hours of viewing but also constant babbling by the color commentators. Which what was on last night for all the New Years Rah Rah Sis Boom Ba!!! Some of that stuff was awful and I for the life of me felt like an alien from a far off planet because the people I saw were definitely not my people.
“So do not be anxious for tomorrow; for tomorrow will care for itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.”
That is a real interesting display of scripture that is going to be hard to miss.
I have to tell you the truth, a while back I Thought 235 was a bit out of reach. At 262 in mid September I wasn’t even thinking how was I going to lose weight, I sort of stumbled upon it by getting sick and then after 10 days or so of barely feeling like eating I awoke to tip the scales at 248. I honestly thought the scale was broke, so I used Mary’s more calculating scale. It actually may have said 247. I had never had success at diminishing my weight so I never thought to much about trying to hard. Sure there were times in my past when I carried a more manageable weight but that was when I was in prison and played sports every day, sometimes, all day. I started putting on the weight when I got out and those exercises in sports dwindled down…
I have to tell you the truth, a while back I Thought 235 was a bit out of reach. At 262 in mid September I wasn’t even thinking how was I going to lose weight, I sort of stumbled upon it by getting sick and then after 10 days or so of barely feeling like eating I awoke to tip the scales at 248. I honestly thought the scale was broke, so I used Mary’s more calculating scale. It actually may have said 247. I had never had success at diminishing my weight so I never thought to much about trying to hard. Sure there were times in my past when I carried a more manageable weight but that was when I was in prison and played sports every day, sometimes, all day. I started putting on the weight when I got out and those exercises in sports dwindled down to less and less.
Over the weekend I found myself asking “what am I doing this for anyway?” Zoe did not like losing her Santa. It was never about losing weight for the sake of losing weight or even good health. It was about stubbornness. You think I can’t do this, watch this. People a plenty will give you their answers about “doing it for your grandchildren, don’t you want to see them graduate from college?” You mean live another 10 years? Hold on to your seat belts folks if you think I want to live another 10 years. No, I don’t. I see enough people who I hear have dementia, Alzheimer’s, etc. etc. No thank you. Nor do I want to live past my wife. She can live functionally without me. I cannot do so without her.
I even cheated a few times over the Christmas holidays not as a caving in, I have a lot more confidence in my determination a lot so more than I do desperation. I can turn it on and off, this willingness to fight for what I call my goal. When 235, rang out loud and clear this morning, a day after consuming half a quart of Egg Nog (Man, I love that stuff) I was surprised that I wasn’t more elated, wasn’t excited, wasn’t ready to wake Mary up at 5:00 am and tell her the GOOD NEWS. I took it in stride, 1) I am not done yet, 2) not on my terms. People have put words together to make them sound like they are concerned that I might be losing weight TO FAST. 2 to 4 lbs a month they say, your going to gain it all back because of this reason, etc. Do they think I am not studying this stuff along with losing this stuff. I could easily teach an Orientation Class on losing weight and know what I am talking about. Remember, its stubbornness that goads me on, not the method. That’s all Folks, for this time anyway. My new year, as they call it, starts today.
So you know I am not getting in shape to make the Olympics next year, right? In the larger sense I am doing it for myself. And too, my Cardiologist, who has labored intensively to try and get me to lose some weight which would contribute to my over all good health. The last time I saw him I thought I detected some resignation that no matter how hard he tried to motivate me I was not listening. So, for him too, I have embarked on this journey. And too, for everyone else who loves me and cares for me, for them as well.
Today, I broke the barrier of 240 at 239.4. And that has been my current target. But hold up now, we have the rest of my life to live and today 2 of the BFF’s visited and came bearing gifts (cookies), and going out to eat at a local (a block away is real local) eatery. ‘Tis the season.” Right? And as I scoured the menu, there it was, Chicken Gumbo, don’t even ask. All things considered we can rejoin the regimen tomorrow, and now that I know I can do it. I can pick the meat and leave the bones.
I had spent more than a few Christmas’s in prison by the time 1972 rolled around. This however, would be the first Christmas that would have a spiritual content to it. It was in May of that year that I decided to trust in God to change my life. That was the deal you might say. At least as I prayed it, it was. Mary Lipscomb, a 23 year old prison school teacher had claimed that God could change my life. I refuted that thought or at least refused to believe it for 3 days. We discussed the merits of her pronouncement endlessly over the course of that time with me denying God would want to have anything to do with me. If He knew everything about me, so did I, and any changing of me was going to take some doing. But I digress, I didn’t mean to tell you how I got there that night, only that I did. Christmas in prison is something of a take it or leave it proposition and individual as well. This night, Christmas Eve, was a time to worship God the child Saviour. It was about that time toward the end of the service that I distinctly heard the cry of a baby. It took a minute to let that sink in. This was a prison you know, and someone would even think about bringing in a baby totally blew my mind. I listened intently to hear again what I thought I heard the first time. Sure enough another cry, and if this Nativity Play wasn’t scheduled it was sure playing out. Facts would only spoil the mystery of the evening but as it turned out the baby was smuggled in. There are all sorts of contraband smuggled into prison but this had to be the first time it was a 3 month old baby. We’ll ponder the particulars of the event and pick the story up later.
This is what I say all the time when ever we have to go somewhere, but there’s more to it than just hopping to it. You are setting in motion the momentum that is going to carry you through it. Take now for example. I am going to get my flu shot at a Walgreens that has the super shot for seniors. They also have outstanding customer service. Yes, I will pass maybe 14 other Walgreens on my way to this particular one but that’s the price I will pay for excellence.
Yes, I know there are those but you know what? There will always be those and I am not one of those. I am not going to play Russian roulette with pneumonia. I already have the precursors for getting pneumonia, namely COPD, and NO, that is not the Chillicothe Ohio Police Department. It is Chronic Obstruction Pulmonary Disease of which there is no known cure.