February 3, 2010

Day 1, lets see how it goes! I have never been very good at losing weight, but have wanted so bad to get back into shape. I ran track in High School and loved to run. I ran the 440, now the 400 meters in 53.2 seconds, which ain't too bad! I used to run all the time when younger and would again love to do so.

One of my passions would be to compete in a triathlon. But again, ol' fat ass can't do that now, being over 300 lbs. can he? Coincidentally, there is a couple of triathlons in our area every year, and I'm sure probably more if I looked. The first is in June and it's a Xterra sponsored triathlon at Scales Lake in Boonville.

This means it's a half mile swim, either a 11 mile or 5.5 mile bike ride and a 3.3 mile run. The event is almost all basically off road, including the run! It's on June 26th, exactly two weeks after our beautiful daughters wedding. What a good month that would be, if I made the race!

Honestly, I have no idea if I'd be ready for that. I'm still looking for a replacement bike and haven't ran in almost 3 decades. The swim, doesn't seem to bother me. I think if I'm in decent shape the swim shouldn't be too bad!

Shortly after that there is another triathlon, hosted again, by the Evansville YMCA. This is a little more involved. It's a half mile swim, biking 15 miles and a 3.3 mile run. Who knows if I can make it, besides God and myself.

I mention God quit a bit and here's a little background into that.

My Mom passed away September 1st of 2009. Shortly before her death, she asked me to start going to Church. Now, I have never been a Church goer, and quite honestly was a "non believer", doubter at best. Of course, I told her I would, to comfort her, but would probably never go. The night she passed away, I held her hand a told her it was time to go. I wasn't telling her to give up, but it was time to let go. She had fought this bitch of a disease twice before and won, but the third time just proved to be too much. That night, right there, with my sister on the other side of the bed, surrounded by my father and the rest of my family, God finally made an appearance in my life. I have no idea how I managed to get through that talk with my Mom. I'm the biggest wussy, crybaby in the world when it comes to stuff like this, but I made it through and she died right there holding my hand. My Aunt Connie said, "I was her hero". I felt good about that!

I sort of became more of a skeptical believer that night!

Anyway, I started going to Church the Sunday after her funeral and haven't missed too many times since. We go to Hillside Methodist in Princeton, IN and it's a more laid back "non traditional" service, and I actually enjoy going. I'm sometimes still a skeptic and doubter, but I'm getting there Mom!

Today, I cut my usual 4 Pop tarts to two and had coffee. Lunch was a Cafe Steamer, which kind of sucked and we ate at Taylor's II for dinner. Grilled tenderloin, salad and a bowl of chili, no beer!

We, meaning Anita and myself, clean at the Princeton Surgery Center. This is our second job of the day, and quit frankly, I hate it, most of the time. The thing is though, if I don't help, Anita will do it all by herself, which would mean 4 to 4.5 additional hours a day, plus I don't like the fact she's dragging trash out to a dumpster at 10:30 PM. It's a pretty secure area,right next to a hospital in fact, but still I don't like it she's in the dark, by herself.

So we split the work. Not exactly 50/50, but I joke with her it's more like 80/20 with me getting the bad end of the stick!

I told her on the way home, "well I did it, not too bad a day with the food"!

Day 1 is in the books and I actually did probably pretty well. About 450 some more days to go!