2/5/19 ^^^Day 122 Getting the house in order

I will win 1 day at a time:

1. Wake up latest 7:00 am - Woke up 8:00 am
2. Exercise 1 hour in the morning - Missed the window
3. Eat 16/8  starting 2:00 pm - Had Rice
4. Exercise 1 hour in the afternoon - Lizzie had other plan
5. Eat LCHF at 8:00 pm - Had peanut butter sandwich and 3-in-1 coffee
6. Sleep at 11.00 pm - Sleep at 1:00 am

That's the minimum to win the day.

I am getting my life together again today.  It has to be 16/8 LCHF.  Otherwise I eat too much carbs.  16/8 alone just don't cut it.  My weight had been increasing steadily.  So instead of using rain in the afternoon as an excuse, I'll do the Mall Walk after lunch.  Then if the weather permits, I'll do W7D2

My blood pressure just shot up.

Weight: 86.9 kg

BP:  125/104

Pulse:  81

Certainly the lack of sleep got much to do with it.

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Something came up.  I had to call off my plan to Mall Walk and eat LCHF.  I had rice and protein instead.  Looks like I have to run this evening.  I need to break the slump.

Later baby.  Sending Lizzie to a meeting.

Brb...

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Honey, I just noticed that this whole Blog is an apple and no apple.  A person can read it and totally believe in everything I wrote or they can totally discard it as a product of a deranged mind.

What do you think Sarah?  Are those readers the judgmental type or are they reading this like a coffee table novel?

You know why I have to keep on writing.  I have a need to be heard.  I am a writer.  I need to keep writing to be productive.  Hopefully as I write, I reach to the right audience.  As a free man, I have the right to express my thoughts.  I'm not malicious, I'm just being truthful.

As Ray Bradbury suggested, I must turn into a fool first before I can start making sense:

Most importantly I write because it is my expression of love.  I am a giver Sarah.  Very rarely I can have the opportunity to donate money to the needy.  *The[] was a time when I did donate hundred of thousands without any expectation.  But then where did that get me?  When I was down and out, I was left all alone.

*  What did you do honey?  You made an audit check on me?  LMAO.

None of the money came back.  Not even a thank you from the recipients.  That is why I decided to no longer give to the poor.  Most of them are opportunists.

This way I am sharing my heart on daily basis. That is the very least I can do to celebrate my love to you.  Everybody else is merely coincidental.  I write because this is the best way I can get to you.  This is my way of shouting I LOVE YOU SARAH to the whole wide world.

Also when I write I become my being.  My way of saying THIS IS ME sine cera (without wax).  I am built for these.  I am a Wordsmith as much as you are the Alphabet Nymph LOL.

Hence Sarah, by being a**write[], I reached the height of my intellectual achievement.  Miyamoto Mushashi traded his swords for ink and brush.  In my case I traded my gift of the gab for the drudgery of clawing (two fingers ***a[n]t a time) the trusted keyboard.

** OK I take it you want me to keep on being a writer.

***  Oh my gosh Sarah, you too?  Boy you are surely full of surprises.

I had always been a success in whatever field I endeavored.  I wore many hats in the course of trading my time to earn a living.  Never had I such a satisfaction as being a writer.  Heck, I enjoy it so much that I am doing this in exchange for only love and kisses.

Gotta go honey.  I am fetching Lizzie from her meeting.

Later baby...

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