Post-Truth

So... Donald Trump is actually our President-Elect. Pretty unbelievable, huh? So many reasons why this happened. I almost don't even want to think about it. But the "word of the year" is "post-truth". That about sums things up. Facts don't seem to matter to a large segment of Americans. Or... sometimes they do and sometimes they don't. Depending on if the "facts" fit your world view already. Trump simply lies, A LOT. And his closest allies lie and spread lies. And a chunk of Americans eat it up. Anyway...

I actually thought I'd blog because today was an important day for my health. And hopefully it will have long term consequences. I finally hit my step goal again. First time in 53 days (I did the math). Back in September I developed shingles with led to an abscess in my upper right thigh. It's taken a LONG time to heal. I've just gotten to the point where the pain of walking is manageable. It still looks terrible and pusses quite a bit but that's OK I guess. Walking around and getting those 12,000 steps in felt a lot like January 15, 2015 when I walked up the hill by where a live. Walking was a lot easier tonight but I felt a sense of pride that I'm doing something good for my health. Earlier today I had real thoughts of having a "fuck-it" day and getting junk food but I decided against it. Health is a moment by moment thing. At least for today, I made some good choices.

Summer Goals

This whole election season is starting to bum me out so I thought I'd better put down in writing some goals before Donald Trump leads my life down a dark path. All these I will continue/accomplish through Labor Day:

* No unexpected absences from work. If there's legitimate reason, ok, but no more "hooky"

* Log my food on MFP. No calorie limits. Just honest logging. Eating has gotten out of hand lately

* Make appointments to see dentist, optometrist, Dr Talieh

* Pay less attention to election coverage. Yeah, this is kind of vague. But I'm over analyzing EVERYTHING (typical liberal, I know). I need to just chill out and focus on my health, work, relationships, etc. I guess just be happy and try not to let outside factors effect my mood. I mean, if Trump wins it will suck, but the world won't end.

A Year Ago...

January 15, 2015 I met Marsha (I think that was her name). She was the Drill Sargeant... err I mean head of the Bariatric Clinic at the hospital in Bakersfield.