This is my 14th year of running CornNation.com. Over those years, all y’all have been treated to a lot of drunken outbursts on this site, whether they be in the form of articles or game threads. It’s been fun, but at some point, things need to change.
I haven’t had any alcohol since April 22nd. That’s over two months (who’s counting?). Since then I’ve been walking at least 4-5 miles a day. The bathroom scale said I weighed 177 lbs this morning, so I have lost nearly 20 pounds in the past two months.
I started weaning myself off my brain seizure med, DivalProex (Depakote), which I swear was causing depression. Some of you might remember the disaster I went through in January when I stopped taking it cold turkey. The weaning process has been a much better choice. I no longer feel as sad as I did, despite the shit year 2020 has become, and I feel more energetic with each passing week.
Why the changes?
Because it was time. Bluntly, honestly, the combination of alcohol and DivalProex was turning me into a pile of mush, a person I did not want to be anymore. The people around me deserve a better version of me than they were getting. We all have hopes and dreams. I wasn’t getting anywhere with mine.
Two months isn’t that long a time frame to prove myself yet. It hasn’t been that difficult (I admit that I have moments in which I’d really like to have a Guinness. Or a beer. Or 20.) given we’re restricted on where we can go and what we can do, and there are no sports, which means there is no reason to drink over jubilation or sadness. We’ll see how I do when football season starts.
Time to change. I hope I have the guts to make this last.
My biggest goal for 2020 is to publish a book I’ve been working on for the past few years. That process is well underway as I’ve just run the book past a developmental editor (boy howdy the changes she recommends) with a goal to get this damned thing self-published by August.
The working title is:
Been Dead, Never Been to Europe
How I Recovered From The Widowmaker Heart Attack And The Brain Injury That Came With It
Maybe that’s a little long, I don’t know.
I hope to have a working web site up soon, along with a newsletter so you all can sign up and be notified when I publish this masterpiece.
Back to the BTN 10k
Below is the participation leaderboard as of June 22nd. Notice Nebraska? WTF people.
I registered under Nebraska this morning. Mrs. CN, the traitor that she is, chose to register under Minnesota. “I look better in maroon”, she said.
She does this to defy me, in cahoots with my rotten son, the Gopher.
Information on the race is here!
Go register, dammit. Comment here, then plan to do it. We’ll figure out some way that we can do this together.
BTN has several charities they’re asking you to contribute to. I have set up one of my own. Given that I’ve already been dead from heart disease, a worthy charity would be the Heart Association of Nebraska.
Did you know:
- In the United States, someone has a heart attack every 40 seconds
- One person dies every 37 seconds in the United States from cardiovascular disease.
- About 647,000 Americans die from heart disease each year—that’s 1 in every 4 deaths.
Those are pretty eye opening statistics from the CDC.
I could get up on a soapbox and go into a diatribe about diet, exercise, and ALCOHOL, but I need to get this published. I have considered becoming that guy who quits drinking then goes around telling everyone how evil it is... maybe if I get to six months without any alcohol... woooooooo!
Here is the link for a charity fundraiser for the American Heart Association. Let’s try to raise $1,000 and see if we get there.