The tree on the right looks like a rooster. I pointed this out many times while we were driving in Davis. "You don't believe me," I would say, "but that tree looks like a rooster."
"I believe you," said my wife.
A few disconnected notes. To get back in the habit.
The holidays are now over and I am seeing a rhythm, a flow with which to go, in order to get back on the wagon. I'll return to this next year during the holidays, to look at where I dropped the ball, to puzzle out exactly why I bottomed out. Family + travel + holidays + appetites + old habit. A year should smooth things over, give me enough data, and more fully evolved habits. But I have to learn to eat in the world.
I've been getting a great deal of feedback on something I wrote for the Morning News. I miss writing out in the world, seeing how people link and hearing what they have to say. Of course it's nice when they have good things to say.
I think by looking at things in terms of communities to which I belong, or don't, I've made a mistake. It's a return to an adolescent sense of isolation and rejection. Due to some brain deficit I'll never fully feel like I belong anywhere, except family, and even there you have to keep your mouth shut. It's probably just that I want more credit for my work because it's hard to categorize. But I get an awful lot of credit and affection, frankly; I should be grateful for that rather than scrambling to make new and better friends.
| Food | Qty | Calories |
|---|---|---|
| Banana, 1 medium | 90 | |
| Cereal, fibrous, 2/3 cup | 3 | 240 |
| Crunch, 1 crunch | 75 | 0 |
| Deep knee bends, 1 | 75 | 0 |
| Milk, no fat, 1 c. | 90 | |
| Pushups, 10 | 3 | 0 |
| Total | 420 |
Weight: 291.5 lbs