Over the past week I haven't been able to get all the exercise I am used to. Meanwhile I don't think I have been watching the calories as accurately as in the preceeding months. I think I can feel a little weight creeping back in the mid-section. Of course this means WAR! I am back watching every calories again. I cannot let the Holiday eating get away from me. I also cannot let circumstances get my exercise program down either. Tomorrow I have to get in some riding no matter what is happening. I need to come up with an alternate plan in case I am thwarted again. It can be jump rope or walking or spinning but I can't let that get me down again. Tomorrow Chris's family comes to see the newborn. I hope they remember to give David a measure of attention. I don't know why I fret over it so. It is difficult for all of them no matter how you slice it.
I have heard from Mitch, Randy, Joe, and Oakie now. They all send best wishes to Nikki, Chris, David, and Max. I wish I had the time and opportunity to sit down and have a long talk with either Joe or Oakie. I think they might be the best ones to listen and respond to what is
troubling me. The only problem would be the onus of troubling them with my worries. I don't feel good about unburdening concerns on someone who might feel enough empathy to have my problems become their burden as well. The truth is, I have talked these problems over so much, I don't think talking is an answer anymore. It leaves me feeling helpless. I must say the past couple of years have really humbled me. Whatever lofty goals I saw for the future have certainly been dashed. There is a sadness that has taken its place which resembles loneliness and resignation. It is a bitter result.
I have heard from Mitch, Randy, Joe, and Oakie now. They all send best wishes to Nikki, Chris, David, and Max. I wish I had the time and opportunity to sit down and have a long talk with either Joe or Oakie. I think they might be the best ones to listen and respond to what is
troubling me. The only problem would be the onus of troubling them with my worries. I don't feel good about unburdening concerns on someone who might feel enough empathy to have my problems become their burden as well. The truth is, I have talked these problems over so much, I don't think talking is an answer anymore. It leaves me feeling helpless. I must say the past couple of years have really humbled me. Whatever lofty goals I saw for the future have certainly been dashed. There is a sadness that has taken its place which resembles loneliness and resignation. It is a bitter result.