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6/23/2015

(mad)daddy got hisself a fitbit. I know that it's kinda standard middle-age, but it's neat and I like it. I have been, like, totally slacking off since December of 2012 and it's time to try and reverse the decline. I figure having the NSA peer quietly into my activity levels is a good way to motivate me to get off my ass and not be one of the first useless eaters sent to the ovens and Soylent factory when the shit goes down. I also got a bike rack for my car and a used bike that I intend to use. I'm so determined to use it that I got padded undies so I won't wear through my taint and become a hermaphobeicide. Of course, since purchasing all of this shit I've spent exactly 15 minutes exercising and 11 whole days lying on the beach drinking beer. But it was light beer, and cheap tequila too, so no harm no foul. Now that I'm back in the Mcmahonsion, it's time to right the ship, and today I started my new routine of at least a one-hour workout per day plus a dog walk or two, plus maybe a bike ride. I have to lose ten pounds immediately just to get back to my normal fat ass self, and another 10 to get back to where I was the last time I recorded my weight in a tracker, in October of 2012, when I was 196. I'm giving myself 90 days. ...Aaaaaaand of course, of those 90 days, I already have 9 when I will be on the road. Three of those days I will be able to do some kind of workout, but redeye flights really mess me up, so I'm thinking I'll just starve myself for the other six travel days. I'm also trying to keep my brain healthy by trying to keep off the innertubes, if you haven't noticed. It's one of those things. I used this here blog to keep my mental health up for so many years, but as everything gets worse and worse I want to vent less and less. Why shovel more shit onto the pile? In other news, I recently found out that the Mercedes Mixtapes never went away. To be clear, I have the first six. I downloaded them when they first started doing them and then I guess things just drifted on and I forgot about them. But, while they aren't really back, they're back to me. So there. Fun stuff. There's always at least one good song on them. That's it, that's all the news. I'll be back, I think.
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I thought it was summer

6/01/2015

It's June 1st and 54 degrees. Where's my global warming? Today is Monday and I'm in paralysis by analysis mode, so I'm posting on this blog that I've been pretty much ignoring over the last couple of years. I honestly feel that I have so much to get done that I can't possibly do it all in the time allotted, so why bother. This is not good. I know this is not good. I just can't seem to get off my ass and get things rolling. I've got deadlines on top of deadlines, but there's really no punishment for missing them, so I'm letting them loom over me. The rain and cold isn't helping. In fact, it's making it worse. At least, when it was hot and sunny I got things done. The porch got fixed and painted, the new lawn mower got bought, the car got washed and waxed, little things got crossed off the list. Now I'm at the point where the things that need to be done are messy, take a long time and are inconveniently complicated or just plain expensive. Plus, I'll be out of town for two days. And that brings me to another point. I have no plans. Normally, working without a plan was OK, because maddmom had a plan. But now, maddmom's plan is that she's too busy to have a plan. So I am shit out of luck and don't have a plan. I think that's reneging on our deal. But that's another story. It's 10:30 now and all I've done is work with one customer and write this post. I should have done my exercises and changed the oil in my car. But it's cold and rainy and everything is taking longer than it should. So I won't do that today. Either, probably, if you ask. So what am I going to do? A couple of half-assed calls for work, then off to family activities until bed. Food will be cooked in the crock pot, because of another part of the deal that has gone south. We may never get to eat it. Tomorrow I am gone, the next day, gone. That leaves Thursday and Friday to catch up on work, plus get all the things done that used to get done when I wasn't home by someone who was home. This isn't what I signed up for. I need a plan
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