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The Football Fumbles

Reading the scale this morning was not a pretty sight. There was some reversion to old eating habits over Thanksgiving, two cases of insomnia in which I convinced myself the extra food (the carbs and sugar) would help knock me out which helped put on more pounds that I saw on the scale a week earlier. Yes I was pissed at myself for letting this happen. Wondering if I went to the gym and spent more time on the treadmill if I prevented the gain. By the way, I do get OCD at times. Still fuming on the way to work, I told myself to think of the lifestyle change as a football game and the quarterback fumbled in the red zone and the other team (old habits, food addiction)recovered. The defense comes out and stops their drive by stripping the ball away from the other team or get an interception. Regardless of how I dropped the ball and turned it over, the game isn't over. I am mot allowing the other team to score. And the bad habits and addictive habits will not win. I will get back

A Little Bio

Disclaimer: I'm not the best writer in the world. I'm not a professional of any sort. I'm a person starting out the second act of life. Slightly opinionated and may not be 100% accurate, but I'm not fake.  Why is it the Second Act? I turned 50 last month and trying to turn my health around. During the First Act of life, I've been up and down the scales. In my 30's, I was diagnosed with High Blood Pressure. At 44, diagnosed with depression and anxiety probably with adult ADD. IBS began to plague me with bouts that drained me and dropped up to 25 lbs. At 48, I was told I have a large blood clot in my leg and "substantial" clots in my lungs. 49, was the final straw with a diagnosis of diabetes. In the First Act, I ate crap most of the time. Had times of clarity and tried to live and exercise better, only to slip and gain it all back. I thought people would be OK without me For the Second Act, I have to take care of my wife with her own medical issue