So What Have I Been Doing?

Wow, where has the time gone? And, where has the SUMMER gone?

So, what’s up? Where have I been?

Well, I don’t know really. Over the past several months I’ve basically been in a state of “Nowheresville”. Struggling with eating better, losing weight, and getting in better shape. For the most part it’s all failed. Tracking my progress since May has shown I’m basically flatlining all my stats: weight = same, body fat % = same, blood pressure = same.

What gives? I run an average of 6 to 8 miles a week with some kind of bike ride on the weekends, MTB or road.

So yeah, I’m not sure what’s going on there – I suspect it’s my diet. We go out to eat a lot, and I mean a LOT. I don’t even know the last time we had dinner at home. Kinda sad really. Lately, I’ve been trying to get salads while we’re out in an attempt to at least try to find something good-for-me on the menu. I’ve also been trying to follow a No Sugars, No Grains rule when eating. The jury is still out on if that’s helping or not.

That’s nice, but, uh, where have you been?

Not online, that’s for sure. OK, I’ve been online, just not contributing like I used to – I haven’t been tweeting at all, rarely posting anything on Google Plus, and obviously not blogging. Basically I’ve just been Instagramming, and that’s mostly pictures of beer. I’m not sure why I’ve been AWOL, I have friends there that I really like, it just feels like I’ve lost some kind of spark.

So, to my internet buddies: sorry, but I’m going to work on it.

Um, nothing has been happening at all??

OK OK, that’s not true. At all. I found out a couple months ago that I’m going to be a DAD! Yep, Baby Timmer is on the way! Due to arrive March 26th, 2014. Finding out you’re going to be a father is a mind-trip. It really drives home your priorities. As a result we’re looking at the where/when/hows of buying a house. The “where” I think we’ve nailed down. It’s mostly the “when” coupled with the “how” – but we have ideas.

Also, the realization of becoming a father for the first time at 41 has added a bit of stress to the “getting healthy” part of my life. I want to be there for my kid and be fit enough to do lots of things with them when they’re older. It’s basically my driving force. Every run I slog through these days is for them. When my legs hurt and I just want to stop, I think about them, grit my teeth and push on. I just only hope it’s helping.

OK, enough with the introspective questions.