Falling Short

Well, as one might think life got in the way of my physical challenge. The 3 days of sit-ups was delivered an literal punch in the face, when I started out my unusual day at work;beginning at 02:30 am... Thinking positively that I will catch up later. Sadly, I only managed to achieve the magic number of 400 for a daily total. I melted into the bed at a whopping 8 pm.

I must use as a partial excuse that I did perform 7 cases in one day. Please note that anything more than 3 in a day is very taxing for most...

For those of you still hanging in there with me... I promise to add the additional 600 to the last days... Cheers

1000 Sit-Ups

Well, It is 6 pm and I have 300 sit-ups/crunches done. LOLOLOL. Let me digress; around 06:45 this morning, I embarked on a new challenge. I will attempt, for the next three days a fitness experiment of pumping my abs of flab, into abs of: well we will see wont' we?

Immediately I felt encouraged, as I staggered out of bed motivated. I quickly crunched out 100 repetitions- "easy - peasy" I boasted to myself, looking at the beautiful sun rise over the backyard.

As the day started to find itself, I somehow have decided to overlook my responsibilities of trying to complete approximately 100 sit-ups every hour, during the spring day light.

06:30 pm.

I have met the 600 mark. Currently, I am playing catch up. I fell into a sleep induced coma; thanks to an extra large bowl of pasta and mushrooms with a side of tortellini. I have learned a tough lesson early in this test. High carbohydrates on a empty stomach, of course send the body into a horrific downward spiral trying to regulate proper blood sugars. One might think that I would have known better. I am supposed to be so good at knowing this concept. I am a medical professional of 16 years... (Sigh)

The goal of this challenge is to jump start my 38.5 inch waist into a lean 36 inches. All fingers and toes are crossed during this 72 hours stretch.

With just after a few ticks past 8 pm. 1000 sit-up have been tallied and accounted in the completed basket. It was a difficult task and I really did not enjoy playing catch up.

Tomorrow, I look forward to trying a more regimented approach to this slimming of the omentum. I may of made this more difficult, on my own, with the poor food selections.

Good Evening Friends

Becoming Ill, What happens next?

Sitting here in bed thinking of "what happens when the shit hits the fan." I guess it is inevitable that sooner or later, sometime, either my wife or I or perhaps even a close loved one will become ill with something that we have no control over. It is that powerless feeling that I am trying to tap into today.

Recently, I have reconnected with an old friend that had a such an ailment... Aside from getting the details, I was greatly interested in how she and her hubby dealt with the reality of the everyday life being interrupted permanently. I asked and ( immediately ASSumed) a negative outlook was first and foremost. To my surprise she, remarked that the support of her family; Captained by her outstanding new husband; of just over a year, made things manageable. " How Loved", I felt for her, as I read about this newlywed and the immediate problems that no one assumes will ever be so quickly in a new relationship...
I am impressed at the human kindness that some people seem to posses in this world.

I am still cutting my teeth now on this blogging thing. I wish to be able to share the good, bad and the ugly about the last how ever many years that I am blessed to walk this earth. I must interject that this turning 40 experiment is still a great conversation starter for many. I feel quite humble to have folks share their true life experiences with me as, I am living vicarious through their fantastic accounts.

Ambitiously, I am the person that my close confidants will feel comfortable allowing me to stand as their "Sargent in Arms" when something crappy happens. My aim, as of now, is to talk about everything and live life to the fullest.