A new day, a new chance.

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I was able to go back to sleep several times, finally running out of steam to sleep somewhere between 1:30 and 2:00. That three and a half plus hours of sleep might make it more possible to extend my day. And, if I can, I will go to town. I do feel sort of beat up, like the proverbial salmon who survived breeding and is making his way back to sea.

I forgot medicine yesterday. No, not intentional at all, and I am back on it. It is just that I needed to set up my medicines again and never got to it. It seems like such an easy thing, and, really, it is. It is a matter of keeping it in my mind until I can focus on the task. There is the trick. I failed. No harm no foul, I am not dead. I bought vitamins and aspirin when I was taking my mother to the airport for her return flight but I cannot find those. I need to buy more. I really hate that. It's only $20 or so, but when I only have $60 to see me to the end of the month without digging into my paltry savings, it is disheartening.

I am seriously going to push to get to town today. The vitamins and aspirin, some meats and milk, butter and cream, and hopefully to get my friend out to shoot! I am feeling better on top of the other days. I will swear to nothing, however. I am simply too thin in what it takes to do anything with any surety. Oh, and I lost another two pounds. Weight is dropping off. I don't really know how, why. I only track it and, really, like it. In a few weeks to a month, I might be back to 264. At which point, if possible, I might make a run for 250, or even 240. I think 250 is the magic number. At that point I will be more capable of physical activity. I also understand that if I hit 250, and begin working out, I will gain weight quickly.

Working out. Dealing with weight gain through muscle development. Then losing more fat. It's not quite as straightforward as it seems. It is more akin to a puzzle where you try to put it all together in some convoluted order to win some prize. It is difficult for me to look in the mirror. At one time I was 240, wore a 31 inch waist, and benched over 550. I will never be there again. Perhaps I peaked a little early. Then again, just a few summers ago, I got back up to pressing 400. If I can just get and stick with it. The problem is it is not just willpower. That bum ticker is an s.o.b. It affects body, mind, or both. And for no good cause and without seeming rhyme or reason. Working on that...

Well, later. Have a great day.