Hi everybody. Can't believe it's been another two weeks since I've blogged. And here I am at 8:55 PM on Father's Day just sitting down to write a little. But here goes...
Happy Father's Day to all the dads out there. And to my dad. And to my brother, who would be a dad if the baby came on time.
I had a great day playing golf with my sons. They're 9 and 11. I didn't feel like doing "real" exercise. But we spent an hour at the driving range and two and a half at the course. Beats sitting down.
I shot the same score (41) as on Mother's Day!
The kids were great on the golf course!!! We played a "par 3", which is about 1/3 scale of a real course. I've never been golfing when they both get through a round without a meltdown. Progress. It made for a nice day.
My wife got me DVDs of The Natural and A League of Their Own. Love that. My 9 year old is a precocious baseball talent, but occasionally cries in the dugout when faced with adversity. I'll be showing him the scene where Tom Hanks implores, "There's no crying in baseball!" Humor is a great tool to redirect behavior. Hope it works.
Yesterday I lengthened my run intervals while walking/running around my neighborhood. I'd like to get to the point where I can run all the way around my neighborhood by the end of the summer. It's no big distance, but I don't think long distances are in my best interests right now until I lose more weight.
My weight stabilized down about a pound this week after a gain last week. I did OK, but am still struggling with nighttime eating. I sometimes get to the point where I crave salty snacks and just stop counting calories. No disasters, but I'd love to clear this hurdle. I just read that nighttime snacking is often related to dehydration. Hmm...I'd like to see the research on that. But I haven't been getting enough water, so maybe I'll go ahead and give it a try.
I loved when Kevin Durant said, "I missed the shot," when the reporters were trying to get him to blame the officials on the play in Game 2 of the NBA Finals. LeBron James clearly fouled him on the easy, potential game tying shot. But he would not blame others (even though he would have been justified to). He took accountability. I'm trying to remember this as I struggle with having a Costco sized barrel of peanut butter stuffed pretzels in the house. No, I didn't bring them in, but I'm still better of taking accountability for whether or not I snack on them.
OK, another week ahead! Hopefully I'll be back next Sunday with something coherent to say. Although I have to admit, "stream of consciousness" is fun to write.