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It's another 2 o'clock in the morning rambling post from VegasPete7 that no one will ever read, and if they do read it, is it more than a cursory glance to make sure I am still breathing?

Things I'm really sick of:  not having phone calls returned, not having texts returned, feeling out of shape, tight, and old.

A smart man, my grandfather actually, told me a long time ago not to worry about the things you can't control.  I can't control people I consider friends not returning my phone calls or not returning my texts.  I'm not asking for much out of these people, I don't think.   Simply pick up the phone and give me a one minute phone call to let me know something I need to know.  Let your little fingers dance over the keyboard and let me know you're really busy so I know now is not the time for a texting conversation.  It's not that fucking complicated, but apparently, it's too much for some people.  That's fine, and it really lets me know the value of me in your life though.   I can't promise much, but what I can promise is this:  I'll be on top again in this life, and this is just a slump that I'm temporarily going through.   And, there's a core group of about five to ten people in my life, and they know who they are.   Those people, I'm going to make their dreams come true.
When I get back to the top, if you have a dream and I can make it happen with my money and my time, I swear to you that it will happen whether it's a trip around the world or a football game in New York or a ringside seat at a heavyweight championship fight.  Know what the funny thing is?  All the other friends I have, the people who won't return my texts or calls now, those will be the ones who will be hitting me up to do things then.  Anyways, sorry, but that's a little rant there on my side of things that I needed to get off my chest. But that's what I can't control.

        What I can control is how I feel physically, mentally, and emotionally.  I reached rock bottom last night when I looked in the mirror.  I'm a shade under 6 feet 1 inch tall, and I'm about 220-230 lbs.  I'm not obscenely overweight, but I could stand to lose a few more pounds.   The problem is this: most of the weight is in my weak stomach muscles.  It just doesn't look good to me anymore, and I could stand to feel better about myself as a person.  Ask anyone who knew me in high school.  When I was younger, I was pretty active for a kid with a minor touch of cerebral palsy.  I played street hockey in a league.  I played basketball and football with friends.  Many of my childhood memories were formed around sports, either playing them or watching them.  That's why I'm going to try to get back into playing shape again.

The way to do this is simple:
1) Walk/jog/run on the treadmill
2) Lift weights
3) Play sports
4) Do situps and pushups
5) Actually do my stretches.

I usually do one or some of these 5 things on occasion when I'm feeling like it.   But, now, it's different.  Now, the goal is to do at least 2 or 3 of these activities every fricking day.   Tonight, I walked/jogged for 15 minutes on the treadmill at differing speeds and inclines.   Then, I did curls with my weights of the usual 3x8 variety.
Tomorrow, I'll do 2 other activities, and hopefully start to use a consistent schedule to get myself back into playing shape once again.   It's time for me to feel better about who I am.  It's time for me to control what I can control.  It's time for me to be Pete.