Day 20,21 - Super Dad! strikes again Fri, Sat 10-16,17 2009

Friday
Today was another good day, not much happened today I mowed the lawn and cleaned up the yard a little. I made a big mess going through my drawers and closet trying on of clothes. This such a funny part of losing weight - I think fat people save every item of clothing they ever fit into and every item they ever bought hoping to fit in. At the first sign of any success they start trying things on "remember this.. 1993.... our first date...almost" "these painters pants are getting close huh" "was I gay when I bought this shirt it's hideous....I got 2 buttons!". This can go one of two ways motivation or the start of the nose dive "if I can't fit into these parachute pants whats the point...I can't even zip this Starter jacket...get the brownies". I decided to move onto just purging the very largest beat up items I hold onto as my safety net clothes. This is another "fatism" hanging onto those items that fit no matter how big you get, each time you lose weight you vow to throw them away and most of the time you are sure you did but somehow they are always there when you need them - not this time burn baby burn.
Cheryl and I went on a date tonight, Hannah was at a sleep over and we took Lebo to my sisters house...then we cleaned a couple of offices together - dare to dream - it actually was quite fun hanging out .

Saturday
Lebo had two games scheduled today one at 8:00am and one at 3:30 in the afternoon. He woke up really tired and grumpy which is not that unusual, seemed a bit off but ready to go. He started off playing pretty well playing hard and making good decisions and then after a fairly hard run at the goal he started looking to the sidelines asking for a sub - I shook my head no - he glared. He kept playing and seemed to be getting slower and slower - I was getting angrier and angrier "COME ON MOVE!". At half time we were up and domination the game I met him half way onto the field and really ripped into him for his crap effort and told him he needed to push himself and if he wanted to be better he had to grow up and push harder. As the second half was about to start I could see he was just not willing to put the effort forward and was dragging ass hard - I told Jace we were going to have to sub him out - he mentioned he just didn't seem right...I scoffed. He came over to the sideline and I ripped him again....AAAHHHHH!!! - he ended up going back in and trying but just didn't have it . I was so disappointed I ripped him for a half an hour in the van after the game, shortly after that is about when he fell asleep. We got him home and he was burning up and I took his temperature and it was 102 ... he slept for the next five hours woke up for 1/2 hour and slept the rest of the night.... wow what a dick....Super Dad strikes again!
I did have a bit of redemption in the afternoon - Hannah had a big "faux cocktail party" event with her image girls group at church and really wanted a new dress to wear - she has plenty of dresses but really wanted something new to wear. We went together and scoured the local Savers I told her if she could find something for ten bucks I would get it and no shoes she would have to wear what she had....needless to say the dress was 15 and the shoes were 7. We had a lot of fun looking and making fun of all the ugly dresses, she made fun of everything I showed her of course "oh dad come on, I am not a little girl" "that's horrible" - we ended up finding the coolest dress and she was so happy and looked so beautiful in it.....Good Super Dad!
Talk to you soon!
Joe
Peace!