How could I not be pleased?

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Good, bad, up, down, forgetting meds, and all the rest.  I have been swimming since right around the start of January.  I have begun reading again since that same time.  My blood pressure is staying very good, well controlled.  I've even thrown in upgrading and updating what had been a loaner and now seems to be a trade.  I've missed some days of swimming, I pushed too hard for a bit, my house looks like the cats are running the place (not good), and there are other problems.  But I am coming alive again, quickening, strengthening.  I realize, even now, that most of my waking time still is not my own.  While I always knew that, I guess I didn't realize how deep that was.  Now I know.  I am also seeing that, in some period of time, I may actually make all of my conscious time my own, escaping only while doing drudgery that must be done.  Amazing.  And this while still quite eligible to be put on the heart transplant list?

Swimming was excellent today.  Music is a huge plus, but sticking it out, and getting back in when I mess up, means the world to gaining strength.  My first lesson is in a week.  Frankly I am a bit nervous.  First, it is earlier than when I usually can go.  Second, it is at a specific time.  It is still quite a trick to make an appointment.  Thankfully, this is only once every few weeks, for now.  I was thinking, in March, to begin swimming a full hour.  I may attempt, instead, to add a third day into the mix, again.  I'm not sure I can support that, but it would be more amenable to lessons.  It's worth a shot, and I was going to increase some aspect of swimming anyway.

Swimming has not just been good for muscles, lungs, skin, and even toenails (yes, my toe nails are clearing of long held, probably fungal, infection(s)).  It has been good for many other things.  I believe it is the reason I have been able to dial my sleep schedule back, somehow.  What swimming is doing for me probably can't be calculated as simply as for other folk.  My focus, my mind in general, is improving.  I really wonder how much this will help my heart?  I even realize that missing a session, or skipping as the case can be, doesn't even hurt, at this point.  Often it has helped. 

My friend didn't want to watch a show.  Dinner, he suggested.  So dinner it was.  And, as usual, I was hungry as a bear after swimming.  My appetite is back.  I suspect the reason, initially, that appetite was surpressed by exercise was due to the fact that I was completely and utterly out of shape.  Not that I am far from that even now, only that my metabolism and such has caught up with things.  So a great meal was enjoyed.  It should be warming up, soon enough, so that perhaps we can get out shooting again.  That would be a nice change of pace.  My friend has a number of new pistols to try out, and has nearly rebuilt a few of his favorite pistols, none of which he has been able to test.  I just want a little time on target.

A little more tinkering with my iTunes library, then to bed early.  I may have things to do tomorrow.  I will be hitting my home, too.  It is starting to smell a little funny, look a little haggard, and simply is begging for a little attention.  With so many things going on, it's been too long since I had a lick or spit to offer.  Ah, I did stop at a store to check on belts.  It seems the model number is needed.  I'll... get that.  And actually try that data myself, to try to locate an actual belt number, then either order it or see who has it locally.  But for tonight, just a slow slide into sleep.

Good night.