Finding the power...

Its funny how often the wheels run off the wagon. I am speaking of my resolve when it comes to food control. I've had really great success in getting myself to the threshold of an excellent body weight 3 times now only to let it slip away. So here I am at work again. Hoping to overcome the inertia that is driving my weight upward again and get it going down to my ultimate goal of sub 190 lbs or 85 kg. I have even more good reason to get that lower body weight at this time. I am having joint pain that is affecting my knees. The additional 10 to 12 lbs I gained over the summer is amplified in walking or jogging with painful results. And besides, my clothes aren't fitting. For a short time, wearing a blue wrist band was enough to remind me that I should maintain my daily resolve. Now one of my riding mates is training for a triathlon. It is something I wish I could do. Maybe with gentle progress, I can accomplish something similar.

Effigy of Grief

Effigies are used in grieving by providing a tangible representation of what has been lost, allowing a mourner to connect with who or what they've lost , which can help with the process of acceptance and emotional expression, particularly when the loss is sudden or traumatic; they can be used to focus grief and memories around a physical likeness, offering a sense of continued presence even in their absence

Spock

Spock is my favorite character in all fiction. A character who bridged the gap between two worlds and faced disdain from each. Who strove for excellence and exemplified strength, character, intelligence, and control. His nearly emotionless demeanor was a perfect foil for those who would attempt to intimidate or insult him. It was a style I would endeavor to imitate to thwart those attempting to insult, demean, or scare me in my own young life. I bought this little figure to remind me to guard against letting my defenses down and allowing emotional hurt to strike me. But I doubt my recollection of Spock will work for me again. It was the last gift from my past. Perhaps I will find another reservoir of strength.

Island Walk

I always try to help Rachael with Hubbard/Rockford if asked. They had me down for 3 days but at last minute asked for the other day. Work at Rockford is slow so working isn't hard, but not following my usual routine tired me out a bit. I still had some work I could take care of up in Cullman. Some bushhog work and other little items but the high temps held me back a bit. I did ride my bike a little and got in some of my walking in addition to some chores. Max needed to be delivered to Charlotte, SC for his drum major camp. I volunteered to take him. I was glad to be able to perform this chore for him but the long trip up and back combined with extra heavy traffic in the Atlanta are, which extended to within 30 miles of Alabama, combined to really tire me out. There had been a problem with my left rear wisdom tooth for over a year, so I decided I should get it taken care of before I wound up isolated somewhere in PEI. The extraction didn't appear to be problematic until just be...

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