His dad and his dad’s sister we’re the only two children in their family. The sister died at a very young age. His dad had one child. His mom and dad are gone and as far as he knows he has no family anywhere. We spoke for quite a while and he said from time to time he experiences sadness because of it. I felt like I could see that in his face and hear it in his tone.
Speaking with this man gave me a deeper appreciation for my family.
In 2001 I weighed 272 lbs. When I made the decision to loose weight, I decided to compete with me.
I put on some shorts, no shirt and had a picture taken from the side. I took a new picture every two weeks. I used my computer to put the pictures beside each other. I looked at them often.
I weighed every morning. I wasn’t looking for weight loss each day. I kept a running total for 7 days, added them up and divided by 7. This gave me a trend weight.
I counted calories, everyone of them. I was shooting to stay under 1800 per day.
Competing with me worked. I lost 100 lbs in 11 months.
Slow improvement is better than no improvement.
It was fun. I think it saved my life.
Pictures are powerful
Mom took this picture for me this morning. We made some plans, said so long, and I drove off.
I wasn’t on the road long when I spotted this long distance bicyclist. He crossed China and now America.
Walked a mile using the Charity Mile application today.
Walked out to take this picture a few minutes ago. It’s getting dark. I refer to this as a moving billboard.
Working to maintain a healthy cardiovascular system. I’m trying to avoid depression and anxiety. I’m learning new things constantly. I’m pushing past some pain.
I’m doing all I know to tell my body to keep me going and heal me.
Not sure where, not sure what I will be doing. Wherever and whatever, it’s probably safe to say it will have something to do with my personal fight with alzheimer’s disease. Every time I go with the feelings I get, something occurs that increases my knowledge concerning alzheimers and at the same time moves me away from thinking of myself as an athlete. I appreciate Mark Bravo’s definition of “athlete” and that definition is not the one I am moving from.
Mom is good and will be taken care of.
Interstate 40 past Santa Rosa, New Mexico. Maybe I will go there . . . . . that is an important location to the left of that bush
Monument Valley, Utah – maybe I will go there and speak with my brother and dad once again
Or I may go to the Mojave National Preserve
Something always seems to lead me, and their is always a reason for it . . . . .
This is what I looked like yesterday while reading an awesome book.
“Love Life Walk”
Stories & Thoughts, Walking Across America Eight Times with Steve Fugate, the Love Life Guy.
Jack, this is what your map looks like on October 18th, 2016.
The United States of America
Sounds like it might work out. Being “persistent” and “flexible” works. May finish something if time allows. If it doesn’t, no big deal. If it does work out and I do finish that something, that will be good. Either way mom will be good, and I will continue raising awareness.
In 1957 I was 7 years old. My cousin June was too. She woke up one morning with her lips cracked and they were bleeding. She had spoke of being unusually tired. A few short weeks after that she passed away. She had leukemia. Not many folks had heard of leukemia. June has been gone for 59 years.
I appreciate Noah’s efforts to raise awareness concerning “rare disease”
I have read for sometime that alzheimer’s takes the lives of mostly women. The last few days reading material seems to be increasing the estimate of women both coming down with the disease and in the caregivers role. The percentage may be as high as 70% for women in both areas. I’m not great at remembering to get links for things I read, so you will need to search a bit for references to my summation.
Here is one link I just found and copied to insert in this post. It’s from the Alzheimer’s Association.