So, after working at Microsoft the past two years, given all the soda that is so readily and easily made available, I have put on excess weight. Nothing to write home about per se, but enough weight has been added around the mid-section to make me longingly reflect on my days of lore. Truth be told, I haven't been as fit as I once was since I hit my 30's, but April of 2009 marks the beginning of a new tide. I will now get back on that proverbial saddle and do what I have always enjoyed throughout most my life - daily exercise. Of course, the requisite sojourns into the wilderness for hiking, mountain biking, and rock climbling are also a necessity, in order to ensure I am both fit and having fun.
Pick up basketball games at the park, soccer with friends and other athletic endeavors shall all work together in a collaborative fashion to redefine my belly and brain. It's easy to fall out of the daily ritual of exercising, yet so hard to get back into doing it regularly. I cry to the heavens "why must this be?" The answer I receive is a bemused smile from the Great I Am, for what is man, or woman for that matter, without a few struggles and sacrifices. After all, the aforementioned is a cumulative effort in making us into the person we are and shall be.
Knowing that it is a paradox of great magnitude that befuddles me, a pox upon me no less, I must get to doing what is necessary and forgo all imploring of things divine. In other words, it's time to get down to business and get off my posterior. As middle age encroaches upon my 30 acres of self-proclaimed mortality, I am faced with the uneviable proposition of declining health and a reduction in shelf-life. No man can escape the reaper, but I will try my best to put off his visit for as long as I possibly can. After all, old man Rip was able to defy the time continuum, and I'm just asking for nothing beyond 100, at least in this mortal probation.
Regarding health, I must admit that I need to eat better, more nutritious foods more frequently. That being said, please forgive my induglence regarding this morning's breakfast. In fact, let me put it all in perspective for those eyeballs who happen upon this post. All my life my parents made me eat oatmeal on school days, and as an adult I find the taste lacking; bland to the 9th degree. As if that wasn't enough, mom and dad never bought kids' cereals, only Cheerios, Special K, and Grape Nuts. Thus, my sister and I, when we were allowed to eat cold cereal, which was only on Saturdays, we poured about a pint of sugar into our bowls in an attempt to add more flavor. We would use our spoons to scoop around the edges of the bottom of the bowl in a circular fashion, hoping to bring as much sugar as we could with each spoonful.
Therefore, once in awhile, perhaps more frequently than I'd like to admit, as an adult, I venture into the pantry and retrieve the sugary cold cereal that I was denied as a youth. Why my wife buys it for our daughter is beyond me, but the kid gets what she wants. Parental discussion will be saved for another time. This morning, with no one around to witness my act of defiance, I wolfed down a bowl of Coco Crisp, which my wife recently purchased along with Apple Jacks and Fruit Loops in some three in one box at Costco. Great stuff! I thought about having a second bowl, but then the thought of having more chocolate coated cereal didn't set well with mind and stomach. All things in moderation, am I right? Anyway, with Coco Crisp cereal eaten and now depleted, I begin the quest for better health and righting my sinking ship. The Battle of the Bulge will take on new meaning in my pursuit of happiness and better self image. Let the games begin.
Thursday, April 2, 2009
To Err is Human
So goes the old adage, but to err in the White House nowadays is something akin to admitting that Christ has sinned. Indeed, the Obamanites will cling fast to their misguided beliefs that their Savior is without fault, failing or fraility. He is, after all, the "Chosen One", charged with leading us all towards the gates of enlightenment and out of the depths of Hell, heretofore known as the USA. I leave these words with you in the holiest of names, Barack Hussein Obama. Amen.
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