Day 87 March 7th

 

If you take my ball away I will eat
your pillow...

            So tonight I gave Gideon (the 7 ½ month old) a blue racquetball because he’s a boy and boys like balls (and things that are blue, I suppose).  He immediately tried to wrap his entire mouth around it because that’s what babies do, right?  Then I started to think “I hope he’s not allergic to latex” then “wait, is there latex in a racquetball?”  I took the ball away from him and he seemed upset so I gave it back (he loved it so much…I hope he doesn’t get brain damage).

...or my hand...

...or your hand...

...or your hand again.

           

Today was a good day overall.  My headache went away after a couple of hours and I had plenty of energy for the rest of the day.  I went to the track at about 6:15PM (where it was even windier than the day before, but way less people so that’s a plus).  I walked 6 laps and went home because it was late and 6 laps are fine for me right now.  When the walk started I was having chest pains that unnerved me a little bit but I just wrote them off as probable indigestion and not an impending heart attack (fingers crossed).  I’m sure if I fell out my walking partner would call 911 (oh I don’t have one of those…never mind, maybe I’ll get a life alert bracelet).

            

I ordered the shakeology on Monday March 5^th and it shipped on Tuesday March 6^th but the tracker says it won’t be here until Monday March 12^th so that kind of messes up my plans because I had decided I was going to start the cleanse thing on a weekend (if you’re only supposed to drink one shake a day and they send them in thirty day supplies, but you have to drink 9 of them the first three days won’t that put you 6 days behind at the end of the first month?)

            I wasn’t all that hungry today but I did eat the absolute last box of crackers that I will ever have tonight (because they are all gone and I won’t be buying anymore…my wife might, but I will not consider them as foodstuffs).  Also, we ate fish for dinner and that is disgusting (I only do it for nutri-zilla)

Eric Anderson

P.S. If anyone out there knows the chemical makeup of a racquetball I’ll be waiting for you to tell me why I’m a horrible father (hopefully the adorable pictures of the cutest baby in the world [shup up, you know he is, don't fight it] will help my case some)