Fitting Rooms

So this weekend was mostly good. We had a lovely time out on Friday for my gorgeous wife's birthday. And Saturday we saw an old pal and her adorable baby girl. All good... then came Sunday. I had to go bathing suit shopping.

There really is nothing more self-depricating than standing in a fitting room in your underwear, under the disgusting green-yellow glow of nasty fluorescent lighting. Try to squeeze your fat ass into pieces of clothing that are apparently designed to make you look even worse than you do naked and you have a recipe for a downward spiral of depression. And when that cheery fitting room lady pops in to ask "How you doing?"... it is hard not to scream out "How the hell do you think under this god-forsaken lighting with an ass as big as Montana?"

Ok, so maybe it is not that bad. But I have gained 22 pounds in 2.5 years. As far as I am concerned, I am a disgusting slob, a fraction of former self. And yet I am aware that I have been heavier. Tis true... before I became a body builder I was heavier than I am now. But I was 20 then... 18 years can do a number to your joints, your motivation, your overall sense of "go get 'em". While I have been working out more and taking the stairs, and watching what I eat... I can tell it's not quite enough yet, and I ain't no spring chicken anymore.

Time to put the shoes on and go for my run. Yes I am still sore from yesterday... but when I was 20 I believed in No Pain No Gain. I'm going to give it another whirl.

Wake Up

So this past week three people I know died. One was a 37 yr old woman I went to high school with. Heart attack. Another was a 57 year old woman I knew from the industry in which I work. Heart attack. And another was the mother of a dear friend... in her 80's and gone to Alzheimer's... it was her time.

I busted a move yesterday and got myself back to working out... taking the stairs at work... taking fish oil.

While that is all good, I can't get out of the funk. I hate the low light level time of year... all I want to do is hibernate and be grouchy.