Year 2 Week 22 Day 1 “ish”

Yesterday was the Memorial Holiday so this is a bit late.

The bouncing ball was on 304.6 yesterday so I am one point two over last week. "BLEEP"

Day one of the twenty one day run up to the anniversary of this whole start up last year.

So the "One Week, One Pound" mantra is all over and it's each and every day from now on.

So this morning I did the morning workout AND I was able to survive 5 minutes on the bike.

Clearly I am still alive so I was wrong to say that five minutes of exercise would kill me.

And that's the plan, every day at least through June 21^st, get exercises done in the morning.

Now we'll have to if I manage the after work work-outs of Pilates or walking to the mailbox each day.

The round forward for next Monday is 290.6 lbs but I think we all know that is unlikely.

Right now the goal is to be at or solidly below 298.0 in three weeks.

This week's deep thought is a bit tough to manage. Like, I wasn't beaten much as a child and clearly got
fed and clothed and went to school, but I think I am the product of benign neglect. No overt attempts
to ruin me but my mom wasn't exactly a cheerleader for my goals growing up. She didn't have great
shakes in the mothering department growing up from what she's said so it's no surprise. Like I said it's
not a direct attempt to harm but more like having a houseplant on the porch, if it gets sun and rain it
could grow but she's not going out to water it or move it to toward the sun.

So she worked hard her whole life and that is a lesson she passed on to me. I am a big fan of working
for the things you get in life. I don't expect anyone to give me anything and that expectation is met
every day. My dad was the exact opposite. He waited for the homerun and only seemed to work when
he had to while the next "big deal" floated his way. Had to be tough on both of them to live with the
other in retrospect.

Life, it sucks and then you die so enjoy the shit you like while you can.

Later,