Plan D Day 73

I’m weak. I must continue. Send chocolate. Losing consciousness …

To achieve everything on my ponderous to-do list will require mental and physical horsepower not seen in horses. But I feel I can’t quit because that leads to the darker corners of the mind.

Compassion and logic. You don’t often see those together. For example, I can be compassionate for someone who’s part of a problem but I don’t have to let their issues ruin my day.

When it comes to diet/fitness I’m part of the problem. My own deep, profound and utterly messed up cravings for sugar and carbs defy logic. But compassion and simply saying logical stuff like “giving up won’t make you feel better about yourself” and “remember that all Fords (with the exception of your own son) have these same exact totally ridiculously tight hamstrings.”

One of my ancient forebears somehow decided that the tall guy (whose hamstrings were so tight that he could not bend sufficiently pick up a berry) was the right guy with whom to make babies. You think flexibility would have been prized among the hunter-gatherer crowd.

OK. Back to the to-do list.