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Struggles and Stuff – Update – Sat Jun 29 2019

Well, another month has passed and I am not much closer to my goals from February, aside from my weight staying down. I know that sounds different because at 36 y/o we all know that weight is difficult to maintain, especially with erratic sleep and eating schedules. Bet hey, we take the wins where we can get them.

For those that follow me closely (Hi, Mom), I have been really struggling with my sleep and subsequently my mood. It’s funny that I am writing this at 0555 in the morning on a Saturday. I thank my daughter for strolling into my room at 0400 this morning. I just stayed up because I can’t continue to just lay around wishing for sleep, it’s driving me crazy.

So I came to the kitchen to perfect my espresso. 7 shots later (I only drank 3) I am still not perfect but I know a few things that I should not do…. like start the machine without a cup underneath the drip.

Cup of espresso sitting on my coffee counter in front of espresso machine and some grounds visible on the counter with a 1970’s backsplash in the background, and a shakeology cup :)

My seventh and final cup of espresso from this morning. Lightly tamped, full ground (9) blonde roast, approx. 2.6 oz.

It doesn’t look too bad. In hindsight, I should have practiced with my cheaper auto-drip coffee, but you know what they say about hindsight… it fills you with regret and despair! Seriously, it’s not that serious.

Health Status

Where to begin… I have no idea about my health. As I alluded to above, I am not sleeping well at all. At all. I had a sleep study done about six days ago on Monday night. I had seen a new sleep doctor the preceding Friday, Dr. Jane Doe. Actually, it isn’t ‘Jane,’ but for anonymity I will keep it like that. I don’t want to alienate my new Doctor, although she has a better chance of being discovered by kids in Guam with no internet than on my scarcely read blog pages.

My depression is but it isn’t. That’s about how much sense it makes to me. I try to justify my wild ups and downs (mostly the latter) by referring to my three close encounters with death (read about those in here). *(While linking that I just realized my blog is still an unorganized mess… and I’m very frustrated with WordPresses Interface)

I’m hiring a pro-bono website designer..

As Far as medication, I’m off of everything except vitamins and otc medications for my stomach/GI tract. But I don’t have to tale those much thanks to my Shakeology and Shakeology boosts. Check out my YouTube channel for a video or more about Shakeology (yes, I sell it, but more importantly I drink it…the proof is in my kitchen. Click on the picture for my YouTube Channel that needs more content)

Shakeology stash... vanilla, chocolate, strawberry, caffe latte, digestive health boost, power greens boost

My beloved Shakeology stash. This, my friends, is why I’m not 300 lbs right now. No joke.

So, I clearly have no clue about my health other than that I am alive and breathing, and today that’s good enough for me.

School

Well, graduate school is not hard, well, not in the sense that it takes maximum effort to produce quality work. The hard work comes in when trying to makes sense of the terrible ideologies of the professors and the education system in general. I believe I should finish my degree(s) before I elaborate on that.

I can write an A paper in no time; about 7.5 hours for a 7-8 page paper, APA formatted with 8-10 references… IF I know what I want to right about. Maybe double that when trying to narrow a topic. That may sound like boasting, and it is. I am quite proud of my strengths.

I have no idea where I am going n my educational journey, but I know I don’t really want to quit just yet. I have received a few job offers this summer. Well, we’ll say one actual job offer and opportunities. Connections are important folks. I’ve always been bad at that, but the connections that I have made are quality. Quality > Quantity as far as I’m concerned.

I’m going to add here that I don’t think that psychiatrists in general are very good people. I’ve never met one that wasn’t a complete fabrication of a counselor… a medical doctor (not even a knowledgeable one) that TALKS TO YOU, never listens, for about 10-15 minutes and pushes medications. They have no training, or act like they don’t, in counseling. I don;t know how that got so twisted on television. But then again, I’ve only ever seen government paid Psychiatrists.

I said that to say this: I explained my goals (and my apprehension in pursuing them because of my age and family status) to my psychiatrist and she acted very pleased and offered me her best wishes. When I read her note the next week I saw that she actually thought that I was psychotic and had ‘grandiose’ and unrealistic plans for my future. I have a gang of terrible words brewing about her right now so let me just say that I was not happy.

Goals and everything else…

Ok, so as I said in the opening to this very lengthy Seinfeld-esque post about my vanity, I have been slacking on my goals. In reality, I’ve been crushing out my college courses but that’s about it.

I am doing my best to get into my fitness regimen (not regiment folks… a routine isn’t a military unit) again, but as you read, maybe, I have not been sleeping well. My energy is down. And to be honest, if you have every had MDD (major depressive disorder) you would know how terrible that is. Depression is one thing, everyone gets it at some point. It sucks. MDD is different. Listen to Dr. Jordan Peterson’s description here. That’s about as accurate as I can tell. It may even be worse. It’s not good. And the worst part of it, I KNOW THAT I AM BLESSED AND I HAVE SO MUCH TO BE HAPPY ABOUT. That’s why it’s so complex and difficult to treat.

So I am going to jump back on the horse and get back into working out. I need some workout buddies. My fitness clients don’t live anywhere close so I simply post about my workouts (or lack thereof) and coach them. You don’t technically have to be fit to help others get fit, but it is useful to be a product of your knowledge. And I am going to make sure I get there.

In my opinion, if you can walk without support you can be fit. NO EXCUSES. I will standby for proof to the contrary.

As for my fitness coaching, blogging, vlogging, and other endeavors… I am pushing forward. People need encouragement and I need to help people. Without that, I don’t know what I would do.

I think I’ll stop here and pick this up next time.

Thanks to those that took the time to read this. If you made it all the way through, leave a thumbs up or something in the comment section.

Have a great day!

Andrew

Introduction to Some Other Me:

The Making of “The DadAholic

(Part 0 of 3)

This is some type of introduction to my story about my journey through the first part of my life, and my arrival… here… to the first part of my life.

I have accumulated quite the collection of stories in my short lifetime. These stories a a variety of interesting, horrifying, and even unbelievable events and experiences that I have done a good job of hiding. Unfortunately for you, I’m going to share most of them. And it’s probably a good thing that I don’t.

I have several good reasons (and many selfish and ‘not-so-good’ reasons) why I will keep the majority of them to myself.

One good reason is that my stories aren’t special in the sense that other people’s are average. They are unique because they are mine, but they are average because everyone has their own unique history. I don’t see the point in stirring up memories and emotions (mine mostly) just to show everyone how… far I can spit.  

Another decent (and selfish) reason is that I’m not going to put unnecessary personal information out for the world to see. And though there are few things truly secret in my life, people can work for dirt on me of they want it. But be warned because what some people may see as dirt, I regard as building blocks. And I’m not afraid of exposure. I’m just not going to fuel it.

So… I decided some time ago that I should document my journey in recovery. Actually, I want(ed) to document my entire life. For the reasons stated above. Additionally, I should mention that I find people extremely interesting. I mentioned that people are unique in their life experiences, and this is correct. But what might surprise many people, is the fact that most people have similar thought processes and instincts to one another. And when you see someone showing all the beauty and awe in their social media profiles, rarely are they much different from you. And the most likely scenario (though not in every case), is that they are more messed up than you think… or maybe even more than they realize.

That’s a post or series of posts for another time.

I’m going to break down my recovery story into a series of posts that will build on one another… I think. This post is already approaching 400 words and I’m not a huge fan of writing a book for a blog post. It’s hard on the eyes.

I will begin with my first decade of memories in the next post, which would be about age 7 to age 17. Then I’ll do 17-27, then 27-present, roughly.

Stand by while I figure out what I’m going to do…

Part 1 is HERE-

Part 2 is HERE-

Part 3 is HERE-