I saw this a little bit ago when I logged into Facebook…
To most people, that doesn’t really mean much…but while I do not share in Mark Zuckerberg’s immense success, I do share his birth date with him, which means that today is the 10,000th day of MY life too.
That’s kinda cool, right? And I plan to make more out of the next 10,000.
…kinda.
Source: http://www.thetrailjogger.com/2010/11/too-damn-cold.html
Basically I went for a 1.1 mile walk during my lunch break, and I ran/jogged/slogged/whatever for maaaaaybe a fifth of that.
Hey, it’s a start, right? Or a re-start. Bah!
And while it was really hard (wah!), I’m super slow (double wah!) and my calved ache (waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!), I’m glad that I did it. I have a shit ton of ground to make up for.
I said last week that I went back to Point (excuse me, PointsPlus) tracking on Weight Watchers.
And I know it’s not recommended to weigh yourself every day, but tough shit, I do it anyway, and it looks like this is going to be a very good week. 
I’ve been doing very well with my tracking, which is pretty awesome considering I ate out Thursday, Friday, Saturday and had dinner over my moms house on Sunday. Eating out basically consisted of studying the menu before hand and trying to figure out what I could fit in and if it was worth it, and eating out over Moms is basically not pigging out in general.
I am housesitting for my Mom on Wednesday through Sunday, so that’ll be a hell of a test right there, because she keeps more food in her home than most small grocery stores stock, but I can do it.
I’ve been itching to get back out and run, but I haven’t actually done it yet. Running sucked bad enough when I was 265lbs, at this weight there is even flab to fly around everywhere. Part of me wants to wait until I’m a bit lighter (and walk in the meantime) and part of me wants to grow a pair and just try it. I’ll keep you updated.
In other news, I didn’t really do much of a 9/11 post yesterday, but I do have a 9/11 related story that I thought I’d share.
I was ALMOST a United States Marine.
About three weeks after 9/11 I went to the recruitment office and signed up for the Marine Corps Reserve. It had been something I had been thinking about for awhile, but after that day I decided to go through with it. I was in the Delayed Entry Program, and set to ship out for Boot Camp in August 2002. I was really gung ho about it too, but unfortunately, I kind of chickened out in the end (not to mention my continued dealings with Recruiter were kind of turning me off from it) and had my Dad get me out of it (since he had to sign off because I wasn’t 18 when I signed up).
I think sometimes about how my life would be different if I had gone through with it. While the thought that I could very possibly have died in combat is there, I think it would have been an amazing opportunity and would have done me a world of good. With that said, there has always been a pang of regret there, and at varying times since then I’ve thought about signing back up. Not for the Marine Corps Reserve per se, but the Army or Air National Guard, most likely. It’s an idea that still floats around in the back of my head, but for my height I have to be 190lbs before it’s even an option. At this point too, I think I want to wait until I finish college so that I can go in as an Officer.
We’ll see what happens though. I already have some changes coming my way, and who knows what is going to happen to me from there.
