sad face times a million

This one is not really going to be an uplifting or inspirational post the way they have been.  But, to me, I guess it is an inspiration. 

I found out today that my Uncle has congestive heart failure....he's 49 freaking years old.  He's not a big guy, and I can not speak to his physical fitness, but wow.  He has 4 kids, a beautiful wife and a family [mine included] that love him more than life.  So, there are no words other than wow. 

The inspiration part is not that fact that he is going to have to suffer through this, but the inspiration is, that if he, who seems to be healthy, can get it at 49 years old, what does my life look like if I don't keep on trucking?  Even beyond wanting to meet someone to share my life with, that will love me no matter what, I definitely want to have the ability to live 'til death do us part' and actually have the ability to carry a child with worrying about gestational diabetes or heart failure or some terrible thing that baby weight would bring along.   I have never been one of those people that needed to be skinny, and I still don't.  I've said it before, I'm sick of being the odd man out...of people looking at me like I'm not good enough -- men especially....but today I realized, I have to do this....I have to keep at it, because of all the things I want, I want to meet my grandchildren.  I want to live long enough to make a difference in life.  It's important.

Yesterday was definitely easier at the gym, my legs did not want to fall off to such a degree.  Things really are getting easier....who woulda thought to listen to other people :)  Tonight after work, will mark an entire week [7 days here people] that I've been working out -- hell to the yes. I'm halfway to a habit, right?  :) Just a gym side note -- I've been the last 2 nights when they are teaching some hooker dance work out class.  These bitches are crazy, and they love it.  It's ridiculous.....another side note -- is it only because I work on a college campus that I see people at the gym in pearls?  Because that makes me giggle...beet red faces, sweat covered clothes, sticky hair -- but girl you are rockin' those pearls.

I will write more tomorrow, but until then, pray for my Uncle Geo Pro.