My weight bounced up a little this morning. I’m still under 210 pounds and that’s really what matters. Slow and steady wins the race. Unless on that race you encounter a beer on a fence post.
Zero+ ; Octet ; M: 118 ; C: 81 ; P/U: 50 ; W : 5 mi
Health R.O.S.
- Weight: 209.2
- BMI: 28.3
- Fat %: 21.6
Drinkie Fought The Octet, but Octet Won
This Octet is an important accomplishment. I wouldn’t describe it as monumental, but getting myself through Drinkie’s constant nagging last night was a challenge.
He kept nagging me to drink beer last night during Sunday Night Football. And I had multiple opportunities (go figure) to acquire beer – at Albertsons, the corner market, my wife running to Trader Joe’s and asking me if I wanted beer.
I kept reminding myself, “If I can get through tonight, I can cruise to my first “Twice Lucky“.
Then Drinkie would pipe up and say, “Fine, but we’ll definitely have to celebrate next Sunday.” And by celebrate, he means get drunk.
Well, I’ll deal with next Sunday when it gets here. For last night, I just needed to deal with this Sunday. And I made it. To help me through, I got some chips and guac from the very same corner market I didn’t buy the beer at.
Beer On a Fence Post
So, I fight like a champ to get past Drinkie last night, and what am I confronted with as I crest the big hill on the trail behind my house? An unopened beer. It was just sitting all by itself on a fence post. In the 23 years I’ve been hiking this trail, I’ve never encountered beer on a fence post. Never.
I calmly approached that lonely fence post beer, and laughing to myself at the cosmic humor of it all, I picked it up and took a long hard look at it.
“Still quite cool,” I thought to myself. I continued to scrutinize the dew covered glass bottle. I rolled it around in my hand for a minute or two, and then with the conviction of a center fielder throwing a baseball to home plate, I hurled the offending fence post beer 40 yards down into the sage brush below.
“Some archaeologist will probably dig it up in a few thousand years,” I chuckled to myself before continuing on with my hike.
Vape Pens On the Sidewalk
A few minutes later I recalled that during the previous week, I came upon a nearly full marijuana vape pen sitting on the sidewalk in front of my neighbor’s house. It was just sitting there waiting for me to pick it up and claim it as my own. I didn’t take the bait.
I find it interesting that both of these items would ‘appear’ on my morning walk, each within a week of the other. Karmic humor? If so, good one, Universe. But you’re going to need to do better than that!
Bring on the ‘Niner’
Now that I’m on the verge of a ‘Niner’ there’s really nothing standing between me and my first ‘Twice Lucky’.
Having the ability to create space between impulse and action has made a huge difference in gaining control over my alcoholic urges.
I wouldn’t say that the fight is any easier. In fact, it may actually be a little harder right now. It can be tough to have to constantly look your demons in the eye and stare them down. It would be easier to try and ignore them, but I feel that would make things much harder over the long term. So I’ll take a little more pain in the short term in exchange for a smoother road ahead.
Remember anything you want that’s valuable requires you to break through short-term pain in order to gain long-term pleasure.
– Tony Robbins
