2019 has brought with it the passing of many of my peers and the loss of mobility for some others.
I feel a twinge of sadness, thankfulness, and a calmness of sorts. It feels like a time to let some special folks know my feelings concerning them.
I gotta keep going, gotta.
Being out west, on foot, on Route 66 and Interstate 40 was a soul opener. I felt better out there than anywhere I have ever been. The openness, is that a word, was wonderful. The peace . . .
I can drive a few miles from mom’s and get a taste of it. What is it? I don’t know but I do know it feels good. Maybe part of it here is that U.S. Highway 80 was a transcontinental highway at one point in time.
I don’t know, but being out there is good stuff.
This is a sad time. Mycle passed away last night. Several strokes had not dampened his spirit. He was preparing to walk across America. His message to me was to keep going.
9:36 pm adding this . . . I am very grateful to have had Mycle for a Facebook friend. He was and will always be a constant source of inspiration for me.
5.20.2019 at 8:04 pm Mycle Brandy will always inspire me. What a great guy. He showed a lot of folks that ya can bounce back after tough stuff happens to your body. I will miss you Mr. Brandy.
Like an expensive car, your brain functions best when it gets only premium fuel. Eating high quality foods that contains lots of vitamins, minerals, and antioxidants nourishes the brain and protects it from oxidative stress – the “waste” (free radicals) produced when the body uses oxygen, which can damage cells.
The paragraph above comes from the article the link below will take you to.
Nutritional psychiatry: Your brain on food
In October, if I have a birthday cake, there will be 69 candles on it. One of the many things learned is that because of responsibility accepted and/or responsibilities created by me, a lot of life is to be lived as it arrives.
Creating your own life is done over many, many years and, for me anyway, throwing that out would not suit me.
When it rains, I let it . . .
The most I can remember weighing was 273 pounds. My meals were large and snacking off and on all day was normal. It seems like not feeling good was just something to be accepted.
It was a good struggle, losing 118 pounds.
Maybe the most important part of all of this, is that in the 18 years since I dropped the weight, I can only remember being sick one time.
Mom walks approximately 1.5 miles with me, almost every day. The other miles I go it alone.
On my own, I average about 4 miles an hour, but with mom the average drops to near 1.5 miles per hour.
The 4 miles an hour gets me close to my target heart rate needed for an aerobic workout.
With a donation that just happened to go to the Wounded Warrior Project today, I exceeded the personal goal set over six years ago. The goal was about how much I would donate personally. It’s a good feeling and I am grateful to have been able to do what I have done. I’m grateful for the nonprofits that do so much stuff to help folks.
A mother looks at her one year old baby, smiles, and says this:
I haven’t been taking very good care of myself. That will change starting now. You deserve a great example and I deserve to know I am doing my best. Keep Your eyes on me sweet baby and always remember that I love you.