Oct 062015

I never can tell what’s finally going to push me into another concerted weight loss effort, hoping it’s the last one.

All of the “little” practical wins are still there, waiting for me. It’s imperative that I drop a jeans size in the next couple of months. I have six or seven pairs in the next size down to fall into, and I’m down to three pairs that I can wear now (condition B- to C). I’ve also accumulated a couple hundred bucks’ worth of new shirts and sweaters that are too small, but not so small I returned them. If I’d just get sustainedly serious, I’d have a marvelous wardrobe infusion for “free.”

Living longer and better, of course. Blah blah blah. But none of that was the impetus this time. Know what was?

Lea and I sat with some folks who are somewhere between longtime acquaintances and friends at a football game several weeks ago. They’re our age, but considerably more attractive, partially because they’ve taken care of themselves and never gotten overweight. (He’s a better-looking guy than I am anyway, but…you know.) I had a Diet Coke, but he had a Coke. (See, you can eat or drink whatever you want with no ill consequences, so long as you do the right thing most of the time.) And it’s been some time since I’ve done the right thing most of the time dietetically.

I started thinking “gee, we’re going to see them for several more years. I might like to sit next to them at a football game one day and not feel fat.” That was the trigger.

My reasons are deeper than that, of course, but it’s a nice visual encapsulation to which I can easily return.

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Sep 292015

I think this morning I finally had my Eureka! moment on why I’ve been bumping along.

I’ve been wasting time. And it’s generated formidable guilt.

How have I been wasting time? Oh, just in a general kind of way. I’ve not been making consistently good decisions about what I allow to capture my time and attention as I go through the day/week/month/year. I’m not doing enough of what I really want to be doing. I look back at what I’ve done over a period of time, and say “yeah, all right, but what else?”

I’ve not sufficiently appreciated how blessed I am. There are a lot of people who get up and turn the crank every day just like I do, except they’re also saddled with marital discord, addiction, financial difficulties, or any number of other significant rucksacks of misery, of which I am thankfully free.

But doesn’t that reasonably compel me to make that much more of what I’ve been given?

Moreover, it’s yet another arena in which to make a significant error of perspective–what I’ve come to think of as the “well at least” trap. I’ve written of approaching parenting that way, too. “Well, at least I’m not as bad as that guy.” Wow, really? That’s the line I’m going to use? Relativity can be quite seductive.

I want to keep my expectations realistic, but I also want to be honest with myself about my capabilities, and frankly, a baseline measurement of “yeah, things are going OK” is beneath them.

Here is a day/week/month/year–a glorious gift from God. What will I do with it?

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Sep 052015

Nathan is marching for East Limestone this fall! As I’ve mentioned a time or two, I was a band kid myself, and had some of the best times of my childhood as such. Notably, he’s getting to march as an eighth-grader. I think I remember that Mr. Barker required ninth grade and up. Also, Nathan […]

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Aug 282015

In March 1998, Charles, T.J., and I drove to a club in northern Atlanta called The Outer Edge to see Saxon supporting their new album Unleash the Beast, on their first U.S. tour in more than 12 years. It was one of my favorite live music experiences ever. Saxon formed in 1976. They are true […]

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