Day 89

212.5 this morning. I guess the scale wasn't so far after all.

We went shopping for clothes for the new job and I had to get much smaller shirts than before. I stuck with a larger size on the pants and the sport coat because I like to breathe.

I've never spent so much on clothes for myself in one day before and the sad thing is that I got barely enough to last me a week.

At least the shoes should last a bit longer than 5 days. They're by far the most comfortable dress shoes I've ever worn.

The little guy was a total jerk today. I don't know why he insists on being so difficult. I'm sure that if my parents were to deign to read this they'd be thinking that I'm getting what I deserve and that I might just find a little respect for them somewhere at the bottom of my blackened heart.

I'm discovering a new level of disdain for them instead.

I actually love my son. I discipline him quickly and appropriately and explain to him the reasons why he needs to listen to me, and then, novel concept, I drop it and tell him that I love him, that I'm not mad at him, and that I do what I do to protect him and see to it that he lives a long and happy life.

He is not some inconvenient accident that happened because I was trying to convince my wife and my peers that I was heterosexual. He is not an accessory or prerequisite statistic to maintain the appearance of averageness. He is not a hindrance and a stumbling block between me and my lifelong dreams.

He is my purpose; the reason I live. His health, welfare, and prosperity are the motivation behind everything I do.

He can act like a jerk all he wants, but I will never stop loving him and treating him with the respect he deserves.

Yeah, if anything I should thank my parents for having been so completely horrible to me so I could know how to treat my own son like a human being.

Thanks mom and mom, I mean dad.

Day 89: 5.3 miles in 90 minutes.