Saturday, February 27, 2016

No weight update, but what is respect?

Respect, defined as a feeling or understanding of someone’s importance and appropriate treatment, or an act of giving particular attention, is challenging to measure in today’s fast-paced world. Its definition has evolved across generations, and it can vary.


As I’ve aged, I’ve gained a deeper understanding of respect, similar to love or hate. What I considered respectful behavior in my youth may not be so now. I’ve lost relationships and gained friends based on the equivalency between parties. Looking back, I realize that my arrogance and half-respect may have contributed to my divorce.


As I age, one issue bothers me deeply, and I find it disrespectful. If both parties’ actions are equal, it’s hard to say there’s no mutual respect. However, the issue intensifies when the other party gets angry with you for doing what they do to you.


In 2007, I was attempting my first Superior Trail 100-mile race. The race started at 8:00 AM on a Friday. I didn’t have cell service for most of the run, so my crew had my phone. At mile 77 (11:00 AM Saturday), I noticed I had service when my crew gave me my phone, as there were several messages. Worried, I listened to all nine messages from the same person, which are forever burned into my mind.


The first caller arrived at 5:30 PM on Friday, requesting a callback. An hour later, they became upset and escalated to yelling at me for not responding, calling me names, and insulting me. This continued until 10:15 AM Saturday, when they were still angry and called me useless and disrespectful. The harsh words and anger deeply hurt me, as I had quit the race, a decision I regret. The lack of respect made me feel inadequate. I calmly explained my situation and apologized repeatedly, but they remained upset, which made me feel even worse. I mentally decided to avoid such situations in the future, especially when I’m away from my phone for more than a few hours.  


Why do I bring this up? Since 2007, a dear friend has ignored frequent communications from several people as if it were no big deal. I witnessed them see who called and forget it. When I called back, they hadn’t called back. It’s a double standard I tolerate. I still remember the demeaning voicemails I received in 2007 when I didn’t return their call quickly.


My girlfriend can put her phone down for 4-6 hours and never look at it. Many people are frustrated, but I find it acceptable since she doesn’t expect a quick response from me. I got back hours later, and she was fine. That’s mutual respect. However, when someone wants an immediate response, they get furious, yet they may take days to respond. That’s disrespect. Respect is a rolling scale.


What are your thoughts? When is it respectful to reply to a call? In 2007, I was without service or off-grid, so it was understandable. But what’s a respectful response time if I wasn’t off-grid and out of service? Four hours would be respectful, but I’m unsure if there’s a standard.


Wednesday, February 17, 2016

6 weeks, 11.9 pounds

Well, it’s been six weeks since I began tracking my food intake and exercising minimally due to the high stress and demands at work. I started on January 1st at 313.7 pounds. In the first three weeks, I lost 6.6 pounds, and in the past three weeks, I’ve lost almost 5.3 pounds.


During the first week of February, I helped my son move into a fantastic condo in Golden, Colorado. It’s so nice, and I’m looking forward to visiting more this summer to escape the office.


Two days before my move, I visited the doctor and needed to start taking intense antibiotics again. The antibiotics were terrible for my stomach. While moving my son, I started experiencing all the symptoms of a bleeding ulcer, and the pain was excruciating. To make matters worse, I also had to have a root canal at the same time. I couldn’t sleep lying down, and even during the day, the pain was unbelievable. I tried to manage the pain with Advil, but it wasn’t enough. I was drinking anything I could find and being mindful of what I ate. It took me less than 10 days to establish a semblance of a routine and stop having jet-black stool.


On February 15, I weighed in at 301.8 pounds. I was disappointed because I had hoped to be in the 200s again. I feel lighter, but 12 pounds is still a lot. I hope I can maintain these good habits and continue to lose weight at an average of 2 pounds per week for the next two weeks. I assume that when I can ride my bike to work, I’ll be able to increase that to 4 pounds a week with ease. However, I’m happy to have lost 2 pounds weekly for the first six weeks.


I’ve been stressed lately about my father’s declining health. I assume this is his last winter with us. We don’t have a relationship, but I realize he made many mistakes but tried. As I age, I make mistakes that anger my son, mostly because I’m trying and failing. Is the father-son relationship I once thought substantial weakening? It’s hard to face, but I’ve made mistakes I can’t overcome. Time will tell.


Last weekend, I also reviewed my 30th root beer(another blog). It was interesting to see the variety I found in 30 beverages, and I still have 70 in the basement to test!


I will keep you updated as I continue to make progress. 


Carry on my friends, carry on!

I am 64

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