once again, Dland would not let me upload an entry here in this daily life diary yesterday, or perhaps it will be the day before or the day before that by the time I get access again, but in case you were wondering (or worried, and I hope you don't worry much because worry is such a waste of energy and if you do worry about things I hope you consider using some of that energy to learn how to stop worrying and focus on more positive thoughts and activities cuz you'll live longer and I'd like you to live longer, mmm'ok?), yesterday did happen (as did previous days) and it (yesterday, not the previous days if they might be there by now) included a fifty minute workout on the step cycle machine which, after taking off six days from the gym and pigging out on many of my favorite decadent foods and desserts (oh, what you missed), had my head spinning faster than my feet (and I usually average 60+ rpms) and hours later produced the usual caffeine-sugar withdrawal headache... it'll take a day or few to adjust to the change again and then I'll have about a week or two to focus on the promise I made to the doc to drop some weight before we try upping blood pressure medications... it's frustrating to have blood pressure of 144 over 94 cuz some doctors call it borderline high without fretting over medication and my doctor says too high, take meds, and while I detest a doc who jumps to meds too quickly, she did wait a year before talking me into it and she claims that the very latest data, just out this year, claims that the criteria for high blood pressure should be readjusted to below 140 and below 90, respectively, so ok, I must be getting old or something... ah, who wants to grow old along with me? (the best is yet to be, I hear)... alas, it used to be 120 over 80 or lower consistently...

actually, not having any biological medical history is the primary reason she's being so cautious (besides the new medical studies she quotes) cuz for all I know I could possibly have genetics predisposed to hypertension, strokes, or all sorts of early-death possibilities... which would really suck since I'm not quite done enjoying life yet...

and worse, I have no one in this life who loves me enough to be there to wipe my drool or change my diapers if I suddenly became a vegetable or had to struggle with rehabilitation to try to walk or say hello or type out a diary entry again... alas, being alone like this in this life can suck most of all sometimes...

so I should drop ten (or if I feel right doing it, twenty) pounds (in two weeks?... I doubt I'm that crazy) and hope that helps the blood pressure numbers more than the medication has so far... we shall see if the motivation for this healthy action is available this time around (and I suppose jotting it into this diary is a challenge for me to find it {the motivation to follow through}, huh?... well, we shall see if it is noticed {by any of us} and followed up on)...

yes, so back to five miles a day at the gym or on the trail (depending on the air temperature) and don't forget the weight machines and gumdangit, cut out the chocolate creme pies and ice cream and chips and soda and caffeine and cookies and M&Ms and so on and so forth and junk for a while...

at least until next Tuesday...

oh will I ever take anything seriously again?...

like I said, I am not quite done enjoying life, or laughing at myself, for that matter... so what else is new (besides this being yesterday's news)... well, it's time to leave for work so I don't have time to think any more, so I'll continue tomorrow... so, see ya (don't forget to write)...

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