Quiet Sunday Afternoon

It's now early evening after a very quiet Sunday afternoon.
I spent the early part of the afternoon watching the Cardinals become the National League team with the best record for the season and securing home field advantage for the Post-Season. I was also keeping track of the American League Cleveland Indians and am pleased to say that they (and my high-school friend's son) are in post-season play, as well!

Chris is out for the day, so I just did a little channel surfing after the game and found Moneyball--a great movie to watch on the final day of the regular season.

I need to get on the bicycle or exercise bike and put in a few miles, but I really don't feel like it. I'm within a half pound of losing 25 pounds, perhaps by Tuesday, Oct. 1. I imagine that I'll put in a few miles before the night is over. I need to keep a little discipline in my schedule. I managed 40 miles in three nights last week. Maybe I can try for a few more miles this week.

In reality, I find the diet discipline to be a lot easier than the exercise disciple. Maybe it has to do with the time commitment to exercise. In addition to more healthful foods, I've managed to cut out the diet sodas. That's just about trying to keep the chemical crap out along with fewer processed foods and less sugar. I know that I should be feeling a lot better--less weight, more exercise, better diet--but I really don't feel much different. It seems that I've always been that way. More sleep/less sleep, caffeine/no caffeine, over-eating/fasting--it never really seems to make much difference in how I feel or my overall energy level. Day to day, I still feel like the same person.

I am thinking more about healthy choices--what I eat, when I eat, etc. I skip exercise as often as I decided to "get'r done" but still think about it when I make the decision to skip--I don't know if that's good or bad, but it is a step in the right direction.

Last week, I wore two shirts that I bought about three and a half years ago. At the time I bought them (at a season end clearance sale) I figured if I lost a few pounds, they'd fit well. Instead I slowly managed to gain about twenty pounds and they hung in my closet (along with several other shirts and slacks that no longer fit) until a few days ago.

Okay--enough of putting off the inevitable exercise. Well, almost enough--first the Sunday call to the folks, then the bike.

Sigh. The life of a fat boy that's trying not to be...

John <><