20110327

melog-20110327.log

I've made it to start of week 13 in my exercise routine. I admit that last week, I was only diligent with my cardio and upper body weight training. I never did find the time to do my lower body strength training for the week. But, I had a lot of issues with work bleeding into my personal time.

Gotta curb that.

I'm proud that I've kept it up. I can see my body changing. By the end of this year, I think I'll actually look pretty good.

My wife seems much better now. Turns out she also had an infection that she was fighting off, that also kept her feeling really bad. She plans to go back to work now. We'll see how that goes. I think she's ready.

I'm so thankful that we took the extra step to encourage her to get help. I can't imagine (and don't want to imagine) how life would be like if she were dead for two weeks now.

Sends chills down my spine. And not the pleasant kind, either.

I read an interesting article online a few days ago. I'm trying to wrap my brain around it. It's titled How Steve Jobs 'Out Japanned' Japan. I'm trying to see how I might be able to apply this philosophy to my life. We'll see.

My son was in a chess tournament at his school. He came in tenth place out of 65 kids-- but he never practices that I can tell. I'm proud of him, but I wish he'd put some effort into growing his playing ability-- even if it's just slight.

I've learned that my daughter was getting picked on by a lot of kids on her soccer team. I also learned that another child on the bus was taking portions of her lunch from her.

Now I understand why parents storm onto a school bus and start beating up other people's kids.

But, I didn't do that . . . I just told the bus driver and e-mail her teacher. After that, I get word that the school Principal got involved before the day was over. I think that problem with the stolen lunch has been solved.

As for the soccer team, I told the coach. He was very apologetic. I appreciate that, but I don't think it would stop.

So, I asked my daughter if she wanted to play on the team any more.

At first, she said she wanted to. Later, she changed her mind. So, I didn't take her to her next game. I drove to the park and told the coach so that he'd know he was short a player.

If she wants to play in the next game, I'll let her. If she doesn't, well, that's the end of her seasons-- and soccer career.

My daughter doesn't have to spend time around people who will be mean to her. She deserves to have that absent from her life as much as possible.

Well . . . time to do some household chores, get something going for dinner, and rest up for whatever the hell this new week will throw at us.