What would you tolerate…
I tolerate less…now…
I am not willing to be insulted…and stay…in quiet acceptance. Now, at this moment… maybe for the rest of my life. The thing about tolerance is that it sneaks up on you….slowly, every so slightly…pushing your boundaries. You don’t notice your space slowly creeping in…
Some space you notice…you know you can’t go to poker on Wednesdays…it will cause waves…and is it worth waves to stay up late, spend $100….hanging out with your friends…having a laugh…
Is it easier to just go to bed after hanging out on the sofa watching a show… maybe an insult for you…for your child…for your wife…The reward for staying home is you will go to bed beside this person… something you value after losing the person you wanted to sleep beside for the rest of your life.
So you don’t do that anymore….you don’t go to poker. You don’t make time in your own garage for friends to stop by to wrench on cars…talk about stuff, things, life…
Where are your boundaries now? You have allowed yourself to be minimized to what…fat…lazy…your daughter to worse…your lost wife to nothing….
Does that person have regrets? No…that person is oblivious…to you, to your life, your love, them, their life…they are nothing…full of doubt….sadness….hate….
I don’t come across like a tolerant person. I’m not the kind of guy Deonn would call a bitch to my face….not him and his brothers together….but I’ll tolerate being slowly taken to zero in the search for something….lost.
I had a busy week, missing 2 workouts…one I caught up on a few hours ago. Wednesday, Charlotte had a hockey session I forgot about, it found me in Kanata for 6 hours after work. A long day and no time to lift when all I can do is eat and sleep. Thursday, Scott and I went to Montreal after work to pick up a truck for me. The van has been great, but it doesn’t scream Vic. I have had a couple of buddies poke fun at the van, to which I would respond, “Who do I have to impress?” I had my life all planned out, and the van would do me just fine.
Now its time to be me again…no more boundaries…no more tolerance…and no more van. I am back in a truck, and I have missed it.
I am blessed to have great friends, and from that, a great life.
And Now…The Weather…
Tbag 144, nothing special, no huge workouts…no heavy lifting…nothing out of the ordinary to get her to or from her goals….other than this!
Jeremy has been working out with his father at the gym 3 times per week, and both he and the older Gordon are feeling sore. Here at the manblog we live by the old saying that pain is weakness leaving your body. Jeremy is up to 198 pounds, a goal both Russett and I would love to see. Russett might…a bit more of a battle for me. The Tai Chi is progressing well, Jeremy has taken his first advanced class and mentioned footage….which I would love to get my hands on….the idea of J flowing through TC moves with a bunch of 80-year-olds has me smirking…
I’m not making this up…Jeremy is actually taking a basket weaving course…like….a real thing…and claims to be living the dream.
He might actually be on to something.
Slab Feeling fluffy … But strong 132 this morning…her words.
She has been 130-131 but is expecting a big drop soon…that groundhog is never quick to let go. She claims her waist is smaller and managed 320 pounds for 12 on the leg press.
Like me, Slab is addicted to self-deprication, I know this about myself…I wonder if she does?
Yogajenni 158 on the nose this AM and I’m off to the gym…. protein…and cookies
YJ is in a protein cookie loop…the only problem is the cookies are after the protein, and the total weight of the good is much less than the bad.
Russett has his hands full…not losing a single gram. His significant other is on a sourdough run and he wakes to this daily.
With the lack of Rex around here I might start sleeping with those.
Krista I’m at 162 and still have not bought a measuring tape. I go to Newfoundland in less than 3 weeks and need to lose 5 pounds lol
…I’m going to leave you with her words without embellishment.
Hot Tub is trying to force me to eat sardines….Chatgpt keeps telling me the timing is off….one of these days. This week I found out the secret to HT’s youthful beauty….she is microneedling. I may have to try that but maybe less needle and more scaple. I think the old raged face is past needling.
HT is pounding out weight, trying to keep up with the strongest of the competitors…it won’t be easy to lift pound for pound vs Slab, but HT is giving it a go.
Yours Truly has been jammin all week. I missed 2 workouts, one I caught up with tonight, and haven’t seen less than 222 this week. I need to lose 3 pounds next week to hit my goal, and I’ve had pizza back-to-back nights. I will hit my goal next week.
219.9
The Quote of The Day
In the practice of tolerance, one’s enemy is the best teacher.– Dalai Lama
Oh, the lessons I have learned. If only Deonn had been so wise not to cross the street that second time…and third…………….
You know what they say about the willing.
