So Much For A Break

I got back on the exercise wagon one day after getting off.

I was bored, maybe.

But I did take a day off. A day.

I still haven’t been able to let myself really relax about anything, really.

I ought to quit that.

Last week’s entry had kind of veiled references to part of what I was getting my wife for her birthday. Muffalettas from Central Grocery.

Yes, there was great temptation to eat those last night, but Friday, Lent, etc..

Why do I adhere to these customs? I don’t know. Maybe the same reason I kept exercising when I really needed a break. Or writing every day during November. (Aside: I really ought to collect writing prompts throughout the year. Or finish going through the list I already have. Hmm. I do have an unfinished list for one of those, where I’m supposed to make a list of 100 things I like. That prompt is a lot more difficult than I thought it would be when I started it….)

Breaking a habit is difficult.

I’m doing a really bad job at quitting a few things.

But I got a big sidetracked writing today. I have things to which I must attend….

See The Pelicans

The title is a side head tilt about a gift that I ordered last night. Even more when you think about the New Orleans Pelicans.

But thinking Gulf Coast, I’m thinking of the radio departure of “I quit this bitch.”

Today is my one-hundredth day doing something resembling exercise.

I am tired and sore.

But I have to consider it as a success, just like my writing stretches. Or turning the water to cold at the end of my showers every morning.

Yes, although George Carlin had a bit about you only really need to wash your mouth, pits, and asshole, I do shower pretty much every day.

Next week, I rest.

Then I can get back on it next Sunday.

I am satisfied, but I’m so incredibly tired.

And there’s nothing I can do to relax at this point.

Outsider Saturday

Background music for where my mood is this morning.

It’s incredible what’s been running through my head lately. I gave my word that I’d watch/listen to this this morning.

I don’t fit in, neatly there, either.

I’ve moved on to listening to the discussion on The Fifth Column about cash payments to people who formed babby.

I don’t fit in there, either, having never formed babby.

No focus, so stepping away again.

Saturday Selfishness

Just finished to this.

It’s an interesting discussion, and goes to something that one of the shows I’ve been listening to is worried about…where companies providing credit are concerned more with lending standards based on odd factors.


Lenders should be able to do whatever they want to do. Government shouldn’t get involved with it at all.

Governments are not stakeholders. They might, now, be shareholders, due to the reckless monetary fiddling that’s been going on.

But when you try to do things you think are valuable to others at the point of a gun, you are an immoral person.

There was one guy I worked with who constantly would do unethical things in business, and justifying them by saying they’re not immoral.

I’m still completely befuddled as to how you could make such a justification. You have to live with what you did, and whatever mental anguish comes from those actions.

Tying it back to the discussion of the debate — regardless of whether you make a big profit, or lose money, you have to think about what harm your actions might have caused someone else.

I’m okay with most of the things I’ve done. I am confident that if someone examined how I’ve lived, most people would not take major issue with my choices. I do think that I’ll be rewarded for that, but I may never see it. I think that the people I love, and the people who care to ask me about it, share my view.

I’ve never set out to harm anyone.

Primum non nocere. If you don’t agree, that’s fine. You can leave. If I’m not wanted, I’ll do the same. *shrug*

I made it through the long week, and find myself ahead for all of my medical stuff towards the end of next week, as well as Monday of the following week.

Focus is fleeting now, so I’m going to stop.