My Average Mass by Year

Here’s my average mass over the last twelve or so years. I’d rather track body fat % and muscle mass, but those are harder to measure. Maybe this year I’ll make more effort in that direction. In any case, most of the variation in mass is attributable to to body fat, so this is a reasonable proxy for what I’m concerned with. This tells me that I need to get back on track with my health goals. Over the last three stressful years, I haven’t had the mental energy to maintain my goal weight and exercise routine (which caused a further drain in mental energy, a vicious cycle).

Before and after

I like to plant native Mojave desert plants in our front yard. Here are two photos three years apart of four plants we bought at the Springs Preserve Autumn Plant Sale, first in their pots and then where they live today. They’re a Whitethorn acacia (Vachellia constricta), beavertail cactus (Opuntia basilaris), silver cholla (Cylindropuntia echinocarpa), and a desert willow (Chilopsis linearis).

They grow up so fast! ?

Completed Fluenz French 1

I just barely completed the first level of Fluenz French, and wanted to briefly pat myself on the back for my persistence. It’s taken me almost four months. Actually, we purchased the program exactly four years ago — back when our cash flow was healthier — when we started to plan a family trip to France. We’re still hoping to make that trip… someday, but in the meantime, I’ve been watching French films and news without subtitles and reading French literature. I don’t really understand much yet, but I’m starting to catch the general drift.

I guess it’s on to the second level. À bientôt, mes amis!

Married 10000₂ Years

Joy shared is twice the joy. Sorrow shared is half the sorrow. (common proverb)

The Earth has orbited the Sun 100002 times since the day Lacey and I day married. The last couple of times around have challenged us and convinced me that Fortune favored me the day she agreed to take me as her husband.

Daily Weight

Almost every morning for the past five years or so, I’ve stumbled out of bed, stepped on a scale, and noted the result in a spreadsheet. It’s mildly interesting to look back over the ups and downs.


I started out skinnyfat. After a visit with a stern nurse practitioner, thinking about my wife and kids who depend on me, I decided to get my health in order. The first 3 kg I lost were easy. I maintained my new lighter weight for almost two years. Then I dabbled with gaining muscle, but I went too fast and wasn’t doing the right kind of training, so I gained mostly body fat. I decided to lose the fat and got back down to 60 kg. Since then, I’ve brought my weight back up to about 65 kg and am maintaining it there.

I’m satisfied with my current weight. I have more muscle than when I started, and while I’m no underwear model, I like what I see in the mirror.

It might seem obsessive and unhealthy to track my weight every day. I could see where it could lead someone down the path to an eating disorder, but it has had the opposite effect on me. Looking at my chart causes a rather zen state of mind, something like what happens to astronauts looking down on the Earth from above.

The weight comes and goes. I decide when. The number on the scale doesn’t change who I am.