I am not the worlds best blogger, nor am I the best reader of blogs. I believe exponentially, if I read more blogs and commented more and liked more, I would probably attract more readers as my style would improve and my name would be out there, getting friends in the electronic world; friends I would probably never meet. then my white papers discussing the attractiveness of big data as it relates to social media, politics and used car buying would spread the doctrine of Mike Hildebrand as you followed me on my journey in weight loss.
But I am probably too lazy for that.
So without further ado, it is time to give the 40 while 40 week 2 recap. Are you as excited as me? It has been an up and down week for me. It is true that, like my mid-week post stated (late) that I had hit the gym more and harder, I feel that I am still not giving 100% which makes me just a touch sad. Before I get to that, let’s get to the numbers:
Weight: Hovering around 348 (damn, up that much?)
Letters / Thank you’s written to date: 3
Gym Visits (PTD – Project To Date): 5.75
Items Crossed off of 40 while 40 list: 2
Days without Smartphone: 21
Biological fathers written: 1
OK first things first. 2 things are crossed of my list; take my picture at Valley of Fire (and for those interested, last blog I mentioned I’d have some awesome pix? instead of me posting here, go over to Southern Fried in Vegas, who was recently Freshly Pressed by the way, and read her post with the pix in them), and I have begun my family tree.
It is not much, but I found a great website, www.familyecho.com, which is easier to use API wise than Ancestry, and much easier to navigate. No research tools that I find useful, but a great mapper of the tree – go take a look, I will update it as it grows.
The other item to address from the numbers is that I have not yet mailed the letter to my bio-dad. I have been trying to decide if that is really a good idea and what my motives are for wanting to reach out to a man who doesn’t know I exist, or more importantly, doesn’t care. I have to think on this one still.
OK, back to the task at hand. Take a look at these shoes. These are the first pair of running shoes I bought since I was a “Real Adult“. surprisingly, they do not smell. I bought them while I decided to live or kill myself. that was 2010, so obviously….but a lot changes in 3 years. I have ridden the roller coaster of massive weight loss to gain, and now I am on the precipice of facing nearly the exact same hurdle, and I find that even though I have “been trying”, I have not given myself 100% to this. Why not? I don’t know. These shoes sure have, they are full of holes with no traction. They canter to the inside, so does that mean I pronate or not? I can tell you I do heel strike, that is for sure.
I am not ready to give up these shoes, first I am too fat for the pair I bought to replace them 50 pounds ago and second, my life as I know it today was born in these shoes. They have run, biked, hiked, swam, and walked miles. They look it, full of holes and all used up. But their character still shines. You can see the logo that they are new balance and there is a quiet dignity left in these shoes. maybe a little spark left? maybe. A little one. I commit right now to honor these shoes (sounds goofy), by giving them the same 100% they have given me. You don’t die working out, you are reborn with each bead of seat, burpee completed, yoga pose mastered. You become the 100%.
I want to live a life transparent and full, like the sand in this jar. This my jar full of sand I have collected from Red Rock. there is no room in this jar for anything else. I want to live in such the same way, so full, so contained and transparent. I want to be the beacon to my kids and neighbors as much as they have told me I had been. This sand, in the year I have vowed to keep it, will not change, The wind and the air and the water will not impact it. The only way it will change is if I make that change.
Not unlike myself. There will be days I am totally unmotivated. There will be setbacks, I just have to remember, the sand does not change, unless I let it.
See you in a few days.