
The Zone
I finished all of my Zone books, and worked up all my numbers and started eating right last week. Already I can say the following about the Zone:
~It feels great right away
~It isn't that hard to do most of the time
~If you don't do it for a meal, you just do it right the next meal
~My blood sugar seems much better regulated and lower than it has been
Still, I can't completely trust anyone that recommends me eating large quatntities of Brussel Sprouts. But really this is probably the regimen of eating I will follow for the rest of my life.
I put on armor today and did some fighting, mostly instruction. That was good. Got my helmet strapped, but still much to do before Gulf Wars in March.
I have exercise and meditation planned into my days, but I have yet to work them in consistently. Better every week, but still work to do.
I hope everyone is doing well out there. Times are tough and will probably not be much better for some time, though there is Hope, and that is no small thing. I'm here if you need me.

In giving thanks I want to mention something that often comes to my mind. A couple of years ago you will recall that my brother in arms Tymm and I stood a fighting vigil for our departed friend, Allessandro, known also as Scout.
Shortly before the event I was diagnosed with Diabetes, and was experiencing a lot of pain in my feet and legs, and not sleeping a wink most nights. It was a tough time for me.
The day before the vigil I was hurting so bad I was afraid I wouldn't be able to stand, much less fight, and the prospect of trying to do so all day seemed impossible.
The next morning, after a few hours of sleep, I awoke to the impossible. Somehow, after weeks of pain, my feet felt ok, my legs fine! This was nothing short of miraculous to me, and I stood the field all day with Tymm, and we honored our friend, and it was a good thing.
Afterwards, Terry wrote me a short note telling me how everyone in CT was supporting me, sending me good energy, well wishes, and standing vigil with me through the night, with sacred fire and strong hearts. Then I knew what had happened. You all lifted me up, above the pain, and I was able to answer the call and celebrate a good man's life.
I think of that often, and give thanks for your great spirits that gave me so much, and I wish I could tell each of you every time I think of it. It is humbling, inspiring, and amazing to me, and I thank you for it.
Thank you Gerb, you were under the weather yourself and you performed a meditation that sent me strength and comfort.
Thank you Claudia, for performing a meditation and sending me your support.
Thank you Randy, for with Terry you prepared a sacred fire in the old ways, and stood vigil from dusk til dawn, speaking of brotherhood and enabling me to stand on my own two feet when I could not on my own.
Thank you, Terry, your medicine is strong.
Mitakuye Oyasin