finally

I just got home amid all of the New Year traffic. Weird being home before 1am. Hmmm... weird year on some levels, while on others it was meh or sad when not rather wonderful.
Not sure how I feel about my dad passing. I didn't get along with him once his illness got him deranged into thinking all healthcare should be free. He was afraid of dying and he channeled his anxiety into wasteful activities. He probably spent more time campaigning for BHO and ACA than he did visiting his grandkids. I know he meant well most of the time but he took my libertarian views as being fascist or something.
Well, I'm not going to dwell on what my dad was so much as what I would hope to improve upon towards my three kids' upbringing. I'm a deeply flawed person, but I don't drink, smoke or do drugs, so I have potential to set goals and expect to achieve elements of said goals.
I'm going to try to be nicer than I have been in the past. I want people to say, "Dylan is thoughtful." Actually gave my spare Fitbit away the last day of 2015. I got a hug in return.
A few years ago I tried to blog daily, and the blog wasn't much most days. I neglected it and segued here. Maybe I'm done there. I don't get much traffic like the old blog, but this marks the 50th post. I started the old blog when I was between jobs and collecting unemployment. I did some mildly wrong things to get the stats inflated, but it never generated income, so tipping the scale means I have no idea why people came upon it.

I think I had over a million visits in 2015, but totals fluctuated depending upon the algorithm, I guess.

I'm not planning on blogging daily. I should sleep more. I should try to get a career. I need to network or something 'cause the Internet alone hasn't yielded me much after all these years.

victim of free will

I made a lot of decisions that weren't exactly great, but because I could. The saying it takes three weeks for a habit to be formed has a lot of merits to it. Fitbit has become a daily element much to the annoyance of my family. I haven't changed my lifestyle too much, but I'm more consious of my inactivity and empty calorie intake. My clothing fits better as a result.
I need to set my sights on a worthwhile goal and get out of my plateau funk.

Fitbit update

Fitbit, it's now trading on Wall Street! 

I don't see how it's anything worthwhile given their customer service/tech support is lacking the ability to communicate well. I told them my naps aren't tabulated into the weekly graphs, so they told me to reboot my tracker. I rebooted my tracker without my problem being fixed, so they told me to delete the app and re-download it to get it back to "factory settings," though I'm dubious that's how apps work. Since I'm dubious, I waited until a challenge, which was unrelated to my sleep issue, was over before messing with my app, but yet again, the sums of my sleep weren't tabulated.

Sergio at Fitbit told me my Fitbit is broken, so I sent him some info about my employer and such, though I think the Android app is problem. Anyways, everyone is a bigot towards us sleep deprived, it seems.

Regardless, I started counting calories over the weekend. The weekend may not have been a great time to start a diet, but counting calories isn't exactly dieting and I'm not going to not celebrate Father's Day without steak, chocolate donuts, and apple pie if they are presented to me.

Counting calories is nuanced. Not everything is perfect serving sized into my gullet. I just assume marking my intake much like a soccer defender takes note of players in her zone. As long as I acknowledge food I encounter, I am accounting for it.

The Fitbit app allows you to scan bar codes and to add those items to your daily caloric intake, rather simply. For all other things, googling menu items and the add quick calories option works as well.

I'm hoping to ditch my fat jeans by the end of the Biggest Loser competition, especially since one pair has holes in the crotch, but even today, I am not doing great given I like leftover donuts and pepperoni pizza. To offset those items, I walked to the cemetery and paid respect to my dad a day late. After which, I had calories to consume in my budget.

No one is making me participate in the Fitbit challenges and such. It's an odd coincidence I don't want to wear my fat jeans, and I want fit in my jeans from a few months ago again. Free will is funny when it seems to coincide with peer pressure conformity.

I also think this article about dieting is funny.