Thursday, June 26, 2014
Had a late lunch, and then wasn't hungry during the traditional dinner hours, and then was utterly starving right when I was thinking I could survive on some snack (granola bar or something) and just skip dinner. That late, holy crap I'm hungry feeling drove me out of my hotel room in search of sustenance, and I'll give myself a half point back for not going to the McDonald's across the street, even as subtracting a point for the lateness of the meal.
Monday, June 23, 2014
The reaction from millions of your fellow Americans at the last kick of today's world cup game, as it lofted right to an open Portuguese player's head and into the American net, for a last gasp tie. It felt like we'd lost though, the way they pulled their fat out of the fire at the last possible moment, and made Thursday's games meaningful, when the US had a golden ticket to the next round already in hand.
Jumping on the scale is like that sometimes, when you find that you have stayed even, or lost just a tiny but, even though you had eaten decently and exercised, but made that one late error, grabbed that one last bit of salty goodness, I mean badness, that WILL reflect on the scale. Knowing the number you see should be better than it is, feels like a gain, even if it really is equal or better by a tad than the previous number.
I say that because I just realized I'm engaged in that very, silly, last minute behaviour at the moment. I've been relatively good the past week, and though I haven't done all that much exercise due to injury, I did go to the gym today. But given what I just put away, I kind of suspect that the scale won't be as kind as it should be. And it will feel like a negative, though any movement in the downward direction deserves happy thought.
Self inflicted wound, this one. I'll try to have to keep it in mimd for the next such occasion/opportunity.
Saturday, June 21, 2014
If youíre looking for story telling, youíve come to the wrong place.
(go here instead: www.gutenberg.org/files/19860
If Iíd been in Scheherezadeís place, that Arabian nights book would have been a heck of a lot shorter, maybe a week before the sultan got bored and went ďOff with his head!Ē. So itís a probably a good thing this web site doesnít demand that I keep it entertained, since I might not have made it to this, a 1001th day since I joined up.
You know something? I still donít know how I feel about this place. That many days, and Iíve probably spent as much or more time on here than I have on any site other than facebook (yes, I am a victim of timesucks). And for all that, am I healthier than I was when I started? Heck if I know (HIIK). I weigh a few pounds less, 6.2, which translates roughly to 100 ounces, or .1 ounce per day Iíve been on here. Not exactly what you call a spectacular rate of reduction. But as I blogged not too long ago, that number masks trends that, to put it mildly, ainít good right now.
Then again, I am still poking my head in here, and making some semblance of an effort. And this site and its assorted and collective wisdoms were absolutely instrumental in helping the too sadly temporary 16.2% weight loss in the first 18 months I was here. And not really to blame for the 15.9% gain since.
I suspect Iím still here, and here as often as I am largely due to the blc challenges and its dictates, but more for the people Iíve gotten to know through that channel. Without that anchor (and I donít use that as a pejorative), I might have gotten bored and drifted off, especially when the scale turned evil again.
Then again, maybe I would have reached a point, not unlike the one Iím very near right now, where I just had to declare that Iíd had enough (of myself, really), and was rededicating myself toÖummmÖ.me. Starting over, hitting the reset button, and being more active, and actively concerned with those steps which helped me lose the weight that made it so that I, despite all the weight Iíve re-gained in the past year, still havenít reached the all time high blubber mark, and even though Iíve skated a perilously fine line near it, havenít crossed back into twoterville officially. Not having stepped on a scale in three days, I might well make a mockery of that statement in the morning. But Iíd deal with it. And move on.
So thereís the idea anyway. Itís not quite a plan. And I suspect Iíll be very annoyed by the timesuck it takes to start tracking stuff on here again, however intermittently, and be annoyed by getting sore from using the hotel fitness room more, despite whatever injury I might subject myself to next. But the stuff Iíve been doing the last year and change sure as heck hasnít been working, and I owe myself better.
For whatís it worth, this semi-re-starting-thingy is partly inspired by the re-appearance of Punky100 on this site. So, uh, if it works, thanks, and if it doesnít, ITíS ALL YOUR FAULT!
Friday, June 20, 2014
(If I was on my computer, there would be a clip of Robert Downey from topic thunder saying his "who are you calling you people?" line. But alas. I spent a whole three minutes in my previous blog cramming a whole bunch of butt euphemisms (bum, end, can, bottom, booty, haunches, arse) into the last paragraph, and no one commented on it! Clearly your minds are too elevated)
Edit: I meant, of course, Downey's, "What do you mean 'you people'"? line
The backside was mostly good today, save for a bit before lunch when I went to pull on a sweatshirt (office mates like it much cooler than I do) and it tweaked. Enough of an excuse to avoid the exercise room tonight, although I did walk a decent bit through a horribly designed mall, when I parked behind a kohl's site and could find no was in except to walk around the whole darn building. And since I wanted to find the secret passageway, I failed to ask about the easiest route, and ended up walking around the outside of the rest of the mall on the way back. The last 20 seconds of that walk it started absolutely pouring, so maybe I should have asked for directions? Then again, had I done so, I wouldn't have claim for a 35-40 minute walk (however slow it was for the achy leg).
Was at the mall as I'd manage to only pack three dress shirts in my bag Monday. Oh I know where the 4th is, and it's ironed and ready to go for next week, if I forgive it for going awol this time. But it meant needing a 4th for Friday (guess I could have repeated, but it was 90 degrees earlier this week, the collars got sweated on, and besides, I've been intending on replacing a couple shirts in the rotation). Kohl's had a shirt and tie combo for half price, so I managed to get out of there more cheaply than I'd expected, with a new tie to boot.
And now Friday, for which I'd intended to be asleep long before. Gonna be a rough morning, hope the ticket queue, which I have responsibility for tomorrow, behaves in a friendly manner.
Oh, btw, it's my 1000th day on spark, but in honor of my high school class and our belated reunion, I'll try to remember to celebrate it on the 1001th night.
Thursday, June 19, 2014
Just a day after watching Jozy Altidore duck his head and immediately clutch at his hammy in a World Cup game, I reached out to grab my drink (a bottle of water, score one for me, thankyouverymuch), and felt my right gluteus maximus tweak the heck out. It was thoroughly a go figure moment, I reached out with my left arm, laterally to the table beside me, and the right cheek went haywire. I mean, what was this, the neck bone connected to the knee bone?
As painful as the backside immediately was (hopped to the bed on the other foot), and intermittently through the night (woke up twice due to it), it wasn't bad at all during the day. I walked mostly normally, not even falling behind my colleagues when going out to lunch. I did end up skipping out on any exercise today, as the posterior ached while stretching it after getting back from work, and still does a few hours later. Though it's not bad enough to take any ibuprofen, I'm in a kind of wait and see mode. And annoyed at my fundament for betraying me.
Less annoying Wednesday was work itself, where I felt less like a bum, managing to get to the bottom of a few more issues. Always nice to get to the end of a specific problem and throw it in the can, you know? I mean, it wasn't like I was sitting on my haunches, just waiting for Wednesday to suddenly start working my arse off, but the way things worked out, it finally felt like I wasn't falling further behind. I can only hope Thursday goes as swimmingly, definitely a couple of issues (and as with any customer service type, a couple of people) I want to kick in the booty.
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