Live To Win – February 23, 2017

Yeah, here we fucking go again.  I’m not making any bold claims.  We both know that I will probably give up far quicker than I should because I hate diets and exercising.  I do have a reason as to why I am back to this.

Monday, I went to the doctors, and the news wasn’t great.  My blood sugars are up to a level that require medication, my cholesterol is finally high, my blood pressure is absurd, and my heart beats are more frantic than ever.  So I made a deal with the doc that we;d do a follow up in 3 months, and I would do some blood work 2 weeks prior.  That gives me approximately 10 weeks to drop some weight and get myself heading in a better direction.  I honestly have no idea if I will achieve this or not.  I hope that I do, but I won’t know for 3 months.  In the meantime, I am dieting, exercising, and looking to start some yoga.  Fucking hell.

You know the drill by now.  I give you my exercise playlist, and you pretend that you care.  Deal?

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Live To Win September 15, 2016

So I had one goal today….OK, I had multiples goals, but one in particular for exercising. To beat the Hateful 8 mile. If you read earlier, I missed the 8th mile by less than a tenth of a mile. It’s only a tenth. That’s about 20-25 seconds depending on how tired or tension there is.

Well, I peddled my ass off. I got 7.9 yet again. So back to back days. This reminds me of back when I would try to get 4 miles in 15 minutes, and I could never get over the hump. This is the same damn thing. If I don’t conquer it tomorrow, then I’ll conquer it at some point. 8 miles is pushing my current personal bounds. Back a year or 2 ago, 10 minutes was hard. Shit happens.

I’m participating in this 10K step thing with my friend Stef, and when I’m on the bike, none of that shit counts. It’s such a slap to the cock. So I sit here and I haven’t cracked 3K yet. And I probably won’t crack it tomorrow. I am trying to think of a way to strap the FitBit to my leg so it counts as steps. Then I would be far more likely to get the rest. For right now, this fool ain’t doing no 3.5 walk. I have a hairline to think about.

Finally, I will tell you all my playlist. I have no idea if ANYBODY gives a fuck about this, so if you do, leave a comment because this part of the blog takes twice as long to do than the rest of the blog.

La Grange

California Love

Sweet Caroline

Punk Rock Song

Heavy Is The Head

Square Dance

Hangin’ Tough

It’s In His Kiss