Remember that post about running?  I have a case of shin splints now, and can’t run.  Remember that post about trends and trend lines, and how little gains don’t matter.  This morning I got smacked in the face with a 1.2 pound gain.

Intellectually, I know it’s a hiccup, a bump, a bit of extra water and fiber.

Emotionally, it’s not that simple.  I spent this mornings hour long commute (5 mile drive, but first two laps to three different schools) mulling over that silly 1.2 pounds that still left me 1.2 pounds below my trend.

Some of the conversation:

Me: Meh, I was due for a bump.

Me: It’s that time of month.

Me: Do dudes have a time of month?

Me: That was the oatmeal at 11:30 last night.

Me: Nah, oatmeal is good for you this was the Baskin-Robbins from two nights ago.

Me: Right, karma sucks.

Me: You’re being silly, you’ve had blips like this before.

Me: You’re right, I need to drink more water.

Me: You’re hitting your water targets, and your hitting your calories, this is just normal, stop being a jerk and worrying about it.

Me: Well I did eat into my exercise calories a bit earlier this week, maybe…

Me: STFU, I’m not talking to you anymore.  Go cry in the corner, wimp!

My LoseIt! friends are all on the side of the sane side of that conversation, and really they are all right.  Looking back doesn’t do me any favors, make good choices today.  Work out and exercise, drink water.  Not a time to panic or fret and only make the stress of that worse.  So I’m blogging my pain, allowing a bit of catharsis to occur from connecting with my emotions, then I’m gonna indulge in Free Bagel Friday (which is totally within my budget! woot!) and enjoy my Friday.

Enjoy yours too!

ULTRA TOP SECRET DARLTON EYES ONLY

LOST – FINAL SCENE

Dark Set, two shadowy forms can be seen in a large bed, figure on right side of bed leans over and and nudges his sleeping partner

Shadowy Figure 1:

Honey, Honey, wake up… I had a terrible dream.  I dreamed my plane crashed on an island, and this crazy person tried to revive me by giving me horrible CPR, but then he was pushed away from me by a real doctor who saved my life.  Then I was made to inventory a store room in an underground Hatch filled with strange food.  Then I setup a kitchen on a beach, and kept track of all the food, then had to stop you from making some FOOLish S.O.S. sign, before being marched away from our beach for our safety.  And dear, don’t ever let me hear you say, “Live Together, Die Alone”  or I’ll punch you right in the nose.

Shadowy figure 2:

Stirrs and sits up, rubbing eyes

Shadowy figure 1: (continues)

Then the sky turned purple, then white, then the whole camp disappeared, and I couldn’t find you, then I did, then you tried to start a fire, then Frogurt got skewered like a peice of meat looking for a fondue tray, then we ran into the jungle and tried to stay away from the whole mess, lived happily for three years, only to have a big flash of light and ended back on the same plane we started in on!

Shadowy figure 2: (leaning over to turn on the light)

Frogurt? Wait, What?

(light turns on, revealing Rose and Bernard in bed).

Honey, honey, no more eating Japanese food before going to bed.

(Camera zooms in on a pair of black and white stones on Bernard’s beside table as the couple embraces.)

Which leads me to a confession.  I’m a 41 year old father of four.  I have degrees in Computer Science (B.S.) and Information Technology Management (M.S.).  I spent nine years in the Navy.  With that back ground, I’m an expert at acronyms.  I totally get those.

My problem is, I have two teenage daughters (okay, really one is 12, but still she ACTS all teenagerey) that are starting down the path to adulthood.  Since starting WFTB I’ve noticed a few of my followers are of the same species of my daughters (teenaged girls).  I’ve also noticed that they talk with a weird coded language at times and I need help.  Please my role as a respected father is in your hands!

I need a crash course on Shipping, and by that I mean relationshipping. Namely how this whole shipping referencing works.  You know, so I can be down with it, when I banter with my girls.

I get some references (Jate = Jack + Kate), but is there a rule or do you just make it up?  Conventions? Does the male come first? (Sake = Sawyer + Kate??!)

If I try that with Jin and Sun: Ji(n) + (Su)n = Jin

That’s not really unique, should it be Jiun?

Rose and Bernard (Ronard? Bese? Bernase?)

What about Sawyer and Juliette? Sawette? Julyer?

Jack and Juliette? Jatte? Julck?

*sigh*

Help me out here folks, quick!  Summer is here, and I’ll be spending time on the road with my daughters and I’ve gotta be able to relate!

Help me out in the comments.

Disclaimer:  The above was written by a member of Team Edward – don’t hate.

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