Today is my 35th birthday. Thirty-five isn’t that old, but it definitely feels like I’m not in the beginning part of my life anymore, like I should have gotten somewhere by now. So, I’m kind of taking stock of things today and I decided to put it all in a blog post for your enjoyment!
The first thing that comes to my mind is my quest to become less of a squishy lump. As I’ve written pretty extensively about, I am in the middle of a 100 Day Challenge to exercise every day for 100 days. My first day was January 11, 2014, which makes today Day 74. Although I have had some days with very little dedicated exercise time, I have not yet missed a day. I’m pretty proud of that, as I’ve tried many times before to get into regularly exercising and it has always kind of petered out at some point. This feels different. With more than two months in the bag, I have pretty well established daily exercise as a part of my routine. After the 100 Day Challenge ends, I probably won’t force myself to make it every day. Five days per week with a couple of rest days sounds pretty good to me. I don’t want to cut back any more than that mostly because I’ve started to really relish my workout time. It is 30-60 minutes dedicated solely to me when I can focus on improving myself in a very important way. I don’t want to give that up any more than I have to. Also, I don’t want to suffer from the health problems that will certainly crop up if I don’t take a bunch of weight off, many of which are in my family history. I want to be able to chase grandkids around one day!
My own assessment of my mental health varies wildly depending on the day, the time of day, what and whether I’ve eaten recently, and the phase of the moon from what I can tell. For example, this morning I was feeling pretty good. I had had a short but hard run on the treadmill, I was sufficiently caffeinated, and it’s my birthday! Now, I’m tired from getting up so early and I have a headache from listening to the kids shriek all day. I’m feeling rather less good about my mental state. Overall, I think I’m coping adequately with my various issues. Things could be better, but I don’t have the time or energy to really focus on this more than I already am. Hopefully I’ll figure out a way to not be so exhausted at the end of the day so that I can work on feeling better about myself.
I am very lucky to have the family that I do. My wife is a near-perfect companion for me in every way. My sons are little geniuses who make me laugh every day. Even though they literally drive me insane some days, I am so happy that I get to stay at home with them while they are little. Orion (my 2-year-old) is starting to get really good at expressing his wants and needs. This is especially exciting in light of his early speech troubles. On the other hand, he has mastered “no” but hasn’t really even started working on “yes”. Like any toddler, he often says no to things that he actually wants just because he can. It is both funny and frustrating. Leo (my 6-month-old) is perpetually cheerful. It’s almost creepy how happy he is most of the time. Making him laugh out loud is often the highlight of my day. Although he steadfastly refuses to roll over from back to front, he is a champ at going from front to back and he is learning to use a walker to get around. Right now he’s going through a phase where he wants to grab anything that comes into grabbing distance. That includes headphone wires, phones, glasses, silverware, dishes full of food, hair, lips, his bottle, and the dogs. I don’t really want icky little baby fingerprints all over my glasses, but I am enjoying watching him learn about his little world. Like I said, I’m damn fortunate.
Well, I’ve been working on this post in 10 minute increments all day, so I think there’s been enough introspection for now. Here’s to another year of weathering the storms and soaking up the sunshine.