Fast Food Breakfast Choice and He Too Misses The Old Me
Mondays can be hectic all by themselves without me or anything else making it worse. My Monday started with a frantic search for a bank receipt of deposit. I was completely beside myself because my bank made an error and never credited a large deposit (large to me) to my account Friday. I was completely consumed with worry. What if I can’t find the receipt? What if they say, “prove it!” I spent my entire pre-show morning searching and trying to figure out what happened to the slip. I didn’t write my blog, how could I, financial doom was looming, undeservedly---but it was looming my friend! Imagine my relief when the bank called and said they found the error and the deposit and everything was fine. OK, I can breathe again. Wow. I don’t like starting a Monday completely out of sorts. After losing my cell phone on Saturday, now this, well…I was just happy that everything worked out so well.
I left the house this morning without breakfast. I never do this. But in my frantic state I wasn’t the least bit concerned about my metabolism. Did I just say that? My concern for metabolism returned as I pulled away from the garage. What to do? Fast food! I know that fast food is only bad if I make it that way. I had to be mindful of my choices, sensible really. There is a way to eat out and still lose weight, I’ve proven that. It’s all in our choices. I picked the Ham Omelet Sandwich on the Burger King breakfast value menu. It comes loaded with 290 calories, but wait! I want a better calorie value. So I shaved at least 90 calories by saying “No cheese and no honey butter sauce.” I can live with 200 calories for this egg and ham on a bun. I may have shaved off even more calories, that honey butter stuff must be loaded! Choices. I chose to forget about the potatoes that were always an automatic fast food breakfast item for me 415 days ago. I didn’t need that deep fried junk! Besides, do I really want that greasy taste in my mouth at 5am? No, no I didn’t. It wasn’t an ideal breakfast, but it gave me something on the run and only cost me a dollar and nine cents.
Remember my sister in law that cried when she saw me because the Sean she remembered so fondly was gone? I ran into her and her husband today. I hadn’t been face to face with her hubby since I don’t know when. His reaction was one of disbelief. He was shocked at the transformation before his eyes. And just like Billie Sue, he too expressed a genuine expression of loss over the former me. Was I really that much fun at 505? Man, I must have really put on a show back then, because deep down I was miserable. I guess I’m a decent actor, must be, because Billie Sue and Scott was always under the impression that I was the most jolly-fun big guy around. Now I’m different, and change is hard for most people. After spending fifteen minutes telling me that he missed the old Sean, Scott leaned over and said, “You do look good, and I bet you’re much healthier, I’m proud of you---now tell me how to do it too!” I told him the basics, but as you know---it’s much more than that. There’s no way to relate the mental aspects of this journey in a twenty-minute conversation. I wish there was a magic word that would un-lock the “secret” for everyone. But ultimately, it’s something within each person that must click. If that click happens, then there’s a much better chance that what I’ve experienced will make more sense. I can count numerous people that totally “get it,” and many more that really don’t, but they will. They’re just not ready.
Courtney was babysitting tonight and Irene was with JoEllen, Billie Sue, and Scott. I awoke from my late afternoon nap in the recliner just in time to go workout solo. I got into the YMCA for some intense weight training. OK, not like screaming intense, but intense for me. I then made my way upstairs to the fitness room for some cardio. I decided that I would give the elliptical another try. I’ve never really given it much of a chance, opting instead for the trusty treadmill. Oh the burn! Wow, the elliptical is awesome! I feel like I’m dancing on that thing. Call me Mr. Flatley, I was getting my groove on! Oh yeah, I was groovin’ for sure, until I started grimacing from the burn. Those muscles were recently bothered with my discovery of “stair running,” and they’re not real happy with me. But they better get use to it, there’s more burn where that came from!
I’m looking for some stairs around where I live that would work for an effective stair running workout. They lock up the high school stadium, so that’s out. The search continues! I bet I find some today. The library just isn’t big enough. And I really worry about “trespassing,” although getting arrested for “stair running” would make for an interesting blog paragraph. No, I better keep looking! Local readers: Any ideas?
I was in bed by 10:30pm. I love getting enough sleep! Well, it may not be enough still, but I’m averaging six hours a night lately. That’s a big improvement from not long ago. I’m ready for a wonderful Day 415---Bring it on! Thank you for reading. Goodnight and…