After posting my work-out video this morning (For Those Who Suffer, We Ride…), I stepped on the scale to find that I had set a new personal worst…a 12-month high. On with the running shoes, and out the door…no matter that the air was thick with humidity and threatening rain…I was determined to shake this weight off in one long run.
(Clank) (What is going on with you?) Flashback.
After Rachel left home to go to college, I camped out in the attic. Meaning, on the couch…curtains drawn…big screen flashing…Friday night after work through the weekend. This went on for several weeks.
I watched five consecutive seasons of the TV Series “Rescue Me.” 5 seasons = ~ 50 episodes. 50 shows = ~38 hours of TV. Back to back to back to back to back to BACK. (Obsessive Personality Disorder. Topic for upcoming post.)
There was no other TV during this Rescue Me marathon. I took short breaks for meals, showers and potty breaks. No exercise. No walks outdoors. No Zeke dog walking. Minimal human interaction. Just sayin’ – I was hunkered down. (Who says it’s Moms that fall apart after the kids leave the nest).
If I could act, which I can’t, I would be Denis Leary. LOVE HIM. The Rescue Me series focused on the lives of New York City firefighters post 9-11 and was laced with drugs, alcohol, lying, cheating, stealing, family troubles, fighting, distress, drama, pranks, jokes, laughs, hi’s, lo’s, and on and on and on. An orgy of badness and darkness. I LOVED IT. For me, it was the equivalent of a gorging on a trough full of donuts, caramel sauce and chocolate. I knew it was really bad for me – but I still couldn’t seem to get enough.
Enough, that is, until about the 47th episode. (I’m a slow on the uptake, but once I get it, watch out.)
It was enough. I started feeling ill. Mood and attitude darkened. (What are you doing? Garbage in. Garbage Out.)
A defining moment. Time to cut down…shut down the tube.
And, I did. For close to 18 months. (Law of Attraction. Like attracts like. Rhonda Byrnes. The Secret. PMA. NLP. Anthony Robbins. Jim Rohn. Zig Ziglar. U.S. Andersen.)
Roll forward to today.
The clock is tickin’ to empty nest. August 23rd…Eric is off.
The big slide is underway.
Funk clouds gathering.
I’m back riding the Junk Train.
Weight clicking up like a thermometer in summer.
And I’m back on the road.
Image Credit: Obey Giant. The image for Denis Leary’s Rescue Me Comedy Tour with proceeds benefiting the Leary Firefighters Foundation.