What a strange, magical adventure.

That’s my stats from yesterday. No, I didn’t put Google Watch into a paint shaker at Lowe’s (though because I said it, you know I’ve thought of it).

I’ve been on something of an adventure these past months.. since I decided I need this meatsac to get me around and do all the wonderful things I want to do before I shuffle off this mortal coil.

And it started with Switch Sports.

Really? you ask. Really really, I answer. Now I’m not saying it alone was this magical thing… I’ve tried a lot of things over the years to change my lifestyle, most of had mixed results. I also had some major life events that caused some reassessments… and some of that was pretty stark and brutal.

There’s no one left on this earth who gives a fuck about my weight but me.

See? There’s a few different ways you could see that statement typed out like that.. but the way it is in my head is freeing. So please don’t waste time feeling sorry for me, cause I definitely don’t feel that way for myself.

Once I could let go of the expectations others have of and for me, then came the even more stark realization that I’ve probably already lived over half my life.

Feel that chill? Yeah, me too.

I decided that I want to be able to be here in as good a shape for as long as possible. I want to dance all the dances and take all the walks, and do all the things.

So when Switch Sports came out, I started bowling. It was just kind of fun to get up and move around in the evenings, and hey look, it gets my heart rate up more than sitting on the couch and not doing anything. Cool.

Then I discovered playing online and getting points! But you have to wait between frames. Well, shit, that’s boring. So I put on some music. And I started walking and dancing in time with the music. And hey, my heart rate went up some more! Awesome!

But soon, just walking wasn’t enough to get my heart rate up as high. So I started jogging in place.. but not for very long, I’d still stop and line up my shot and bowl, then jog again, and walk when I couldn’t jog anymore.

I’m sure by now you see what’s coming. Eventually that didn’t work anymore. So now I run, and I do not even slow down to take my shot. And not only did my heart rate stay up, but my average scores improved too. I’m not EVEN sure wtf that’s about, but hey, it is what it is.

I also run out of doors when I can… I had some beautiful mornings down on the beach during a recent trip to Oregon.

But yeah… as strange as it is to say it… this is a thing because I decided it’s a thing. I’m down a few pant sizes, learning portion control, and went from aching ankles, knees, and hips to feeling just fine with running for a solid sixty minutes a day. When even marching in place for four or five minutes used to be a no go. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t think I’ll ever be a skinny Minnie… but you damn sure better believe that the next amusement park run we do? I’m riding fucking everything I want to ride. I will see everything that I want to see. Because this meatsac is going to get me there without bitching about it.

And that? If that’s not a piece of personal magic, I don’t know what is.