Stormy weather

I drove home from the prison last night in a howling thunderstorm. There were times when I couldn't see the car in front of me. Note to self: Pull over and wait it out next time!

Okay, so no yardwork got done yesterday, and certainly won't today, from the look of the sky, which promises more rain. Yeah! I'm not one of those who loves to do yardwork, although the results are always worth the effort.

Unlike losing weight.

For you youngsters who read this blog, here's a tip: Take care of yourselves while your metabolisms are healthy and in good working order. The older you get, the harder it is to remove lard from your body. I'd say by the time you're 40 – maybe 45 – you can kiss the two-pound-a-week rule good-bye.

We say in AA that "acceptance is the answer." Is it time to accept that this is as good as it gets? "This" is only halfway to my desired goal, leaving me to deal with – or accept – 30 to 35 unwanted, uncomfortable, unsightly pounds that I thought would be long gone by now.

Certainly I know how to maintain, having stayed within a five-pound range for more than six months. There's no quitting in weight management. I'll have to keep doing what I've been doing. I'm not hungry eating 1400 calories per day, and I enjoy running enough to keep it up four or five days per week.

I'm in that post-vacation letdown mode right now; I've no fight in me, nothing that says, "No! Keep trying!"

So, sorry for a bit of a downer post. I'm not whining – just thinking out loud.