See you all at the State Fair! Take a look at all the prize winning vegetables. (But don't touch, or you might get thrown out of the veggie building, like I did last year, but that is another story.)
Motivation:
Diary:
Today I got on the scale at the gym for the first time in several months. What I saw was shocking and I won't reveal it here for the public. Let's just say that I went above a weight mark that I vowed to myself that I would never go over again. How did this happen? In November of 2007 I was leaner and meaner than ever. Nine months later, I am back to floppy, flabby, lazy, bored, boring, and unattractive. Dang. I will reveal the numbers later - when I get a little more self-confidence.
It happened from taking my eye off the ball. I spread myself too thin. I forgot why I did it to begin with (weight loss, that is).
Simplify! Wasn't that the purpose of this years goals? What the heck was I thinking? Last night, while miserable after eating a meal of fried chicken, tator tots, and beer (is this an approved meal?), I wrote down my thoughts. I will share them here, just because. (I hope my lessons teach you well.)
Goals:
So, I guess what I am saying is that you won't have to endure any more discussion about my dating life, because I am shutting that down for a while. I am just going to do fun stuff and socialize without the pressure of having to date or please or find anyone special. Whew! That is a real pressure relief. Maybe I will be better friend now for the poor folks who have had to be around me and put up with my whining.
So I feel actually pretty empowered now to re-start the self-improvement routine. Today on the elliptical I was actually smiling, and I was remembering my friend the mp3 player and how it can predict my mood and help me to kick it into gear. I was imagining what things will feel like in a month if I work out every day, and that was a great visual for me. So here is the plan for then next few weeks:
Motivation:
"Finish each day and be done with it... tomorrow is a new day;
you shall begin it well and serenely."
-Emerson
you shall begin it well and serenely."
-Emerson
Diary:
Today I got on the scale at the gym for the first time in several months. What I saw was shocking and I won't reveal it here for the public. Let's just say that I went above a weight mark that I vowed to myself that I would never go over again. How did this happen? In November of 2007 I was leaner and meaner than ever. Nine months later, I am back to floppy, flabby, lazy, bored, boring, and unattractive. Dang. I will reveal the numbers later - when I get a little more self-confidence.
It happened from taking my eye off the ball. I spread myself too thin. I forgot why I did it to begin with (weight loss, that is).
Simplify! Wasn't that the purpose of this years goals? What the heck was I thinking? Last night, while miserable after eating a meal of fried chicken, tator tots, and beer (is this an approved meal?), I wrote down my thoughts. I will share them here, just because. (I hope my lessons teach you well.)
Goals:
- 240 lbs
- V-shape body
- Wear Kendall's Suits
- Halloween / Costume Parties
- Christmas Party
- Flip up off floor in one smooth move
- Enjoy sitting in Stadium Seats (prep for Twins outdoor park)
- Fort Meyers - Twins spring training
- Las Vegas - Hard Rock Hotel jacuzzi
- Cancun vacation - 2009
- Eat Right - Follow Diet Diary daily
- Workout 2x each day - no excuses
- Rest for 7 hours each night
- Declutter - Simplify
- Drink Water - Not Beer - as main beverage (shocking revelation, huh?)
- Socialize regularly - stay around people
So, I guess what I am saying is that you won't have to endure any more discussion about my dating life, because I am shutting that down for a while. I am just going to do fun stuff and socialize without the pressure of having to date or please or find anyone special. Whew! That is a real pressure relief. Maybe I will be better friend now for the poor folks who have had to be around me and put up with my whining.
So I feel actually pretty empowered now to re-start the self-improvement routine. Today on the elliptical I was actually smiling, and I was remembering my friend the mp3 player and how it can predict my mood and help me to kick it into gear. I was imagining what things will feel like in a month if I work out every day, and that was a great visual for me. So here is the plan for then next few weeks:
- Walk in the Bill Seymour 5K run. I will be doing a speed-walk with my sister for this one that we jogged in last year. When we are done, we will be cheering on my brother-in-law as he runs the 1/2 marathon.
- Jog in the St. Olaf 5K in October. I am going to try and train for a light jog over the next month.
- Attend a Halloween Costume ball at end of October. I am going to need some hints/tips, as my idea of a costume is a tag with a different name on it. (Hi, my name is Bill.)
- Be able to get back into dress suits for Thanksgiving / Christmas
SIMPLE IS NOT EASY
Making choices isn't easy, but it is something that must be done. Just like putting money in a mattress or in a bank, you make a choice that has some risk and potential reward.
My band (Shotgun Johnson and the Mississippi 7) is recording for an album to be released later this year / early next year. It is, from what I understand, going to be the best album ever on the planet, and something that you won't be able to miss. I hope it has a marketing plan that rivals the Normandale College. Stay tuned for more information about the SJM7 projects.
Anyway, I had a really great conversation with my friend Karl during a break in our recording session. We talked about the risk and reward of decisions we make in life itself. While we have any number of possible things we can do with our day, there are a finite number of decisions we can make with the hours available to us. Time is a perishable resource, and what we do with this inventory has a value to calculate. Because time keeps being used whether we use it or not, even NOT making a decision has a cost. So, if it is a decision to do something or not do something, or do something different (choices A, B, or C) , you are moving in a direction.
What am I getting at? Now I am not too sure - I think I was promoting to make bold moves and do things that maybe a little dangerous or scary, because if you don't do those things, the moment in which to make those moves may have passed.
My friend Kendall once asked if I would roll down a hill with him. It was in the middle of a high-school baseball game, and he looked at this steep hill behind the bleachers and said "wouldn't it be fun to just roll all the way down that hill? Let's do it, come on". "What? There are people sitting around - they would think we are crazy? Are you insane? Two grown men running up a hill, and playing 'stop, drop and roll'? No way!"
Now, on retrospect, I wish I would have done that. Would it have been silly? Yes! Would it have been embarrassing? Yes! Would I have felt like a total dolt? Maybe. Would I look back on that moment in time and laugh so loud I could bust a tooth loose? Certainly.
Maybe the action of two older, stocky men rolling down a hill on their bellies would spark a mini-revolution that caused everyone to stop what they were doing, get off of the bleachers and run to the top of the hill and roll down in a pile and laugh like little children. Maybe it would have made them stop and think about little things that used to make them happy and at the end of the day, they would treat themselves and those around them just a little bit better. Maybe they would show more love to their families. Maybe they would have an inner joy beyond that of any other joy they could have had that day.
Or maybe they would just turn around and say to themselves, under their breath, "Stupid senile creeps. Why don't they go somewhere else if they are going to act like idiots."
more later,
Chazz
abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyzabcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz
My band (Shotgun Johnson and the Mississippi 7) is recording for an album to be released later this year / early next year. It is, from what I understand, going to be the best album ever on the planet, and something that you won't be able to miss. I hope it has a marketing plan that rivals the Normandale College. Stay tuned for more information about the SJM7 projects.
Anyway, I had a really great conversation with my friend Karl during a break in our recording session. We talked about the risk and reward of decisions we make in life itself. While we have any number of possible things we can do with our day, there are a finite number of decisions we can make with the hours available to us. Time is a perishable resource, and what we do with this inventory has a value to calculate. Because time keeps being used whether we use it or not, even NOT making a decision has a cost. So, if it is a decision to do something or not do something, or do something different (choices A, B, or C) , you are moving in a direction.
What am I getting at? Now I am not too sure - I think I was promoting to make bold moves and do things that maybe a little dangerous or scary, because if you don't do those things, the moment in which to make those moves may have passed.
My friend Kendall once asked if I would roll down a hill with him. It was in the middle of a high-school baseball game, and he looked at this steep hill behind the bleachers and said "wouldn't it be fun to just roll all the way down that hill? Let's do it, come on". "What? There are people sitting around - they would think we are crazy? Are you insane? Two grown men running up a hill, and playing 'stop, drop and roll'? No way!"
Now, on retrospect, I wish I would have done that. Would it have been silly? Yes! Would it have been embarrassing? Yes! Would I have felt like a total dolt? Maybe. Would I look back on that moment in time and laugh so loud I could bust a tooth loose? Certainly.
Maybe the action of two older, stocky men rolling down a hill on their bellies would spark a mini-revolution that caused everyone to stop what they were doing, get off of the bleachers and run to the top of the hill and roll down in a pile and laugh like little children. Maybe it would have made them stop and think about little things that used to make them happy and at the end of the day, they would treat themselves and those around them just a little bit better. Maybe they would show more love to their families. Maybe they would have an inner joy beyond that of any other joy they could have had that day.
Or maybe they would just turn around and say to themselves, under their breath, "Stupid senile creeps. Why don't they go somewhere else if they are going to act like idiots."
more later,
Chazz
abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyzabcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz
No comments:
Post a Comment