October 23rd, 2018

polar bear

The old bear feels winter coming on

I weighed myself this morning. It wasn't a happy occasion. Like a bear in the fall, my appetite is cranked to the max. So controlling intake is hard, and I don't feel like exercising, either. I'm sleeping in more, and I'm sluggish. It's not the cold, it's the lack of daylight. I've upped my Vitamin D to 3000 units daily until spring. Time to fight the battle of the bloat.

I suppose I'm lucky. My wife and daughter both have Seasonal Affective Disorder, and it messes with them bad. It never used to affect me, but as I age, I feel the effects of seasonal changes more. My best hope is to hold on through the winter until energy returns and my metabolism starts to ramp up with the return of the sun.

The worst time for weight gain for me is February. The wheels just come off the wagon then. So the more I can hold the line now, the less weight I'll have to lose when losing weight becomes possible again.

One more Hallowe'en poem

Mr. Macklin's Jack O'Lantern

David McCord

Mr. Macklin takes his knife
And carves the yellow pumpkin face:
Three holes bring eyes and nose to life,
The mouth has thirteen teeth in place.
Then Mr. Macklin just for fun
Transfers the corn-cob pipe from his
Wry mouth to Jack’s, and everyone
Dies laughing! O what fun it is
Till Mr. Macklin draws the shade
And lights the candle in Jack’s skull.
Then all the inside dark is made
As spooky and as horrorful
As Halloween, and creepy crawl
The shadows on the tool-house floor,
With Jack’s face dancing on the wall.
O Mr. Macklin! where’s the door?