Just keep on (g)rowing

Don't know where I'm going, I just keep on rowing.

I just keep on pulling, gotta row.

Don't know where I'm going, i just keep on rowing. 

I just keep on pulling gotta row.

Moving is breathing and breathing is life, 

Stopping is dying, you'll be alright

Life is a hammer, waiting to drop.

Adrift in the shallows and the rowing won't stop.

Don't know where I'm going, I just keep on rowing.

I just keep on pulling, gotta row.

Don't know where I'm going, i just keep on rowing. 

I just keep on pulling gotta row.

Can't see the sky, nothing on the horizon

Can't feel my hands and the water keeps rising.

Can't fall asleep cause I'll wake up dead.

I just keep pulling, I just keep rolling.

Don't know where I'm going, I just keep on rowing.

I just keep on pulling, gotta row.

Don't know where I'm going, i just keep on rowing. 

I just keep on pulling gotta row.

Rowing is living and living is hard

But living beats losing all that we are.

And all that we know of and all that we feel

and all we remember imagined or real

All we remember imagined or real.

I heard and echo but the answer had changed

from the word I remember I started out saying.

Living is cheating if you're not pulling oars

But the current is leaving, I'll get mine, you'll get yours.

Don't know where I'm going, I just keep on rowing.

I just keep on pulling, gotta row.

Don't know where I'm going, i just keep on rowing. 

I just keep on pulling gotta row.

Rowing is bleeding and bleeding is breathing

Breathing is feeling burning and freezing

Keep getting dirty but I started out clean

I keep on rowing, I keep on rowing (x4)

Don't know where I'm going, I just keep on rowing.

I just keep on pulling, gotta row.

Don't know where I'm going, i just keep on rowing. 

I just keep on pulling gotta row.

Soundgarden "Rowing"  

I recently picked up the new Soundgarden Album "King Animal,"  I really enjoy the music but one song keeps resonating over and over in my head and that is Rowing.  Basically for the last month or two I feel like you could replace the word rowing with growing and you would have the story of my last eight weeks.

Having a toddler can really create some bad eating habits.  Noah gets a diet rich is yummy fats, because they are essential for his brain development and growth.  Things like whole milk, whole milk cheeses, butter, as well as healthier options like fruits and veggies.  He eats 3 squares a day as well as snacks which could be anything from cheez-its (a boy by my own heart), cheerios, kix, or yogurt.  While this doesn't sound terrible for me it does if you add that Noah loves to share his food.  He offers up handfuls of cheese and macaroni to me...how is a dad to say no?  Well, I don't usually and because of that I have been slowly creeping back up the fat dad path.  I by no means have fallen off the wagon, and thanksgiving didn't help much either.  I have put on about 5 or 6 pounds in the past 8 weeks.  My clothes don't fit worse, I don't feel less fit but I am heading in the wrong direction for meeting my goal weight.

Until Christmas I am back on the calorie counting and more intense workouts.  Ramping up running and cycling distances (albeit many miles will be on the treadmill or kurt kinetic trainer) should help improve those numbers.


Aside from working out and not losing weight I have been doing a vast amount of playing.  Something that is much more rewarding than anything a workout can provide.  So in the coming weeks, I will playing as much as I can with this guy:

Avoiding this as much as possible...empty calories really aren't what I need right now even if they are scotchy and delicious.

 And throwing in more of this:

Adding in a dash of this:

And by Christmas hopefully at my lowest weight yet.

#justgorun #fitdad