Day 5.

Woke up and did the treadmill for 20 minutes on a fast speed this morning. I didn't hit a wall or anything, it just seemed like a good idea.

Who am I?

Dinner last night:
1/2 of a burrito bowl from Chipotle with no rice, black beans, chicken, tomato, corn and green salsas and light cheese over lettuce. According to the Chipotle Nutrition Calculator, the whole thing would have run me about 525 calories. And I only ate half. I was surprisingly full, which shocked me as normally I eat a whole burrito and a bag of chips.
Also, an apple. Which was delicious.

Funny thing about apples, and fruit in general, really: I'm not supposed to eat them. Because they are high in sugar, even if it is natural, "good" sugar. It still shoots my blood sugar through the roof. Which is something I'm supposed to avoid as a diabetic.

But I love fruit. And as long as I'm eating healthy, I'm going to enjoy them. As long as I don't go overboard on other sugary things, I should be fine. That's what I'm telling myself anyway.

Breakfast today:
2 servings of Honey Nut Cheerios with milk
2 pieces of Protein Plus toast with butter
1 banana
2 glasses of water

So today is 6 years since my uncle Mark died. I would have eventually noticed this (I do have the date tattooed on me, after all), but thankfully my cousin Rachel pointed it out. That got me thinking.

My uncle was a big dude. I wouldn't be surprised if he was over 350. And he was not healthy at all. He messed around in things that he shouldn't have and lived a short, rough life. A lot of my memories from growing up around him are incredible. He was so cool, had good taste in music, inspired me to want to play an instrument, get tattoos and be creative.

But the last couple times that I saw him, he just looked so bad. He had dark rings around his eyes, sweated profusely (in winter) and was as heavy as I'd ever seen him. He had a lot of back pain because of his weight and had sleep apnea as well. He took too much painkiller for his back and when the sleep apnea kicked in, he never woke up. And at 33 we buried him. Regardless of how many bad decisions you make, you shouldn't die that young.

That's why I'm doing this. My uncle Mark taught me a lot of things and played a large part in me becoming the person that I am today. But I don't want to end up dead at 33. I can't. I have too much to live for and too many things that I want to do. My wife and my kids need me. I'm going to do everything in my power to be here for as long as possible.

Shit. Things got heavy for a minute.

Um. Remember that time I saw a penis yesterday? Wacky!