Monday, August 27, 2012
The scale at home (Madison) said 180.0 before I left. It's not real, I'm not declaring any goal met or anything of the sort, but it's close. The scale at the parent's house when I got home (Michigan) said 188, after a 8.5 hour, traffic scarred journey. There was a stop at White Castle involved. There were approximate 40 ounces of pop imbibed, and some Cheetos crunched. I rather doubt I packed on a pound an hour during the day yesterday, even if sitting more or less stationary behind a wheel. But still, not having any other scale to contradict what I see...
Will be travelling to the brother's house Wednesday, hope his scale calls my parents' scale a bit fat liar. Then again, being back in this old house, I find myself raiding the cupboard. Somehow, it's not nearly the burden here to creep down the stairs as it is in my place in Madison. Familiarity, perhaps?
Thursday, August 23, 2012
Again, just a comment on the (mind the) gap betwixt and between postings. The internet lack, and the phone dead spot does put a damper on things, including job search stuff. That's back on in relatively full swing again, after a break for malaise, or as a friend calls it, early retirement.
Took the summer off, essentially, and didn't eat myself into blimplivion, suppose that's a good thing. Then again, having time available to prep meals, and not feeling like eating out for being tired and not wanting to throw together something, that may well have been a good thing on the weight front. And, as delicious and cheap as the previous employer's cafeteria was, I didn't always go for the healthy choices. So, uh, there I go, maybe?
For now, I'm creeping within sniffing distance of the 180 mark, enough so that I've tracked a 183 this morning. As per my usual, that represents 3-4 days at or under that weight, so, I might be able to knock a tony bit more off that number if I behave the next few days. Of course, I am taking a jaunt home to Michigan on Saturday, and the last time I did that, the month (inclusive of Craft Beer Week, granted) ended up being a +7 lbs on the scale. Less celebration this time around, no birthdays or anything, so I might be ok, but we shall see. When the parental units start throwing food at you, and with the potential for offending if you don't partake in the second heaping...
Allergies are still bugging me, the fall is my historical evil season for sneezing my fool head off. The puppies are full of vim, vigor, and fuzz, but they are darn cute, and very relaxing when they're not making me sneeze. Weird thing, with one of my roommates working across town, and another in variable locations, I'm kind of keeping myself on-call around the noon hour, in case I need to let the dogs out. Easy enough to do, there's a coffee shop a half mile away, that I've been haunting, and I figure buying a coffee is worth about two hours before I start feeling guilty, so I can do that in the morning, and then go off elsewhere in the afternoons, assuming I have an elsewhere to attend to.
The coffee shop (in general) isn't a venue that I've often used, never really had friends that were coffeeshop people, and I'm a rare coffee drinker. I can see how it can get expensive! Kind of feels like a job search tax....hmmm....perhaps should bit the bullet and get internet access, but then again, the stay at this current location is temporary, so, y'know, awkward? But now I'm lapsing into sounding like a teenager, so I'll end it at that.
Tuesday, August 14, 2012
The yikes is about not having done a bloggy posting in 12 days. It's definitely due to the not having internet at home thing, but that not a particularly valid excuse when considering I've made it to the library or coffee shop, and have managed to keep up with team message boards in the meantime.
Glad to note that the new living situation does seem to have a couple of dietary benefits. Now that the kitchen is shared, I find myself not overindulging in cookies, because I'd have to go out and buy more to replace them. And the bedroom on the second floor seems to be making the midnight snack less palatable, for the two flight of stairs (up and down, I mean) I'd have to climb for the bite.
And, even as allergic as I am to the two puppies my roommates have, they're really nice to have around, too. Never have lived with dogs before, enjoying it for now.
My ultimate Frisbee season came to a decent end, what with reaching the finals of our playoff bracket. We lost that last game sadly. Unfortunately, though I intended to sign up for at least a once a week fall league, I dithered too long and might get shut out. Since I've moved a significant distance from the gym I belong to, I was considering not continuing the membership, but I might just keep it going now. Still a bit up in the air on that. My issue with the gym, as I've come to realize, is that I like being there when I'm there, I just don't like actually getting off my butt and getting there in the first place.
Thursday, August 02, 2012
The word primitive is used relatively here, since I'm referring to typing on a blog on a phone, which if you think about it, is pretty freakin' sweet. Then again, an Android interface that is buggy, and a propensity for eaten posts causes this to lag far behind perusing this site on a computer. The reason for the phone visit to sparkpeople.com is the recently completed move, which has deposited me on the home of two dear friends, who are also at the moment saving money by not having internet service at home. Being a bit of an addict myself, I'm kinda contemplating paying for it myself. But we shall see. This does put a bit of a damper on the star trek the next generation watching I was doing on Netflix.
The other reference included in the blog title is one to my weight returning to a past way station, 185 lbs, before craft beer week and a journey home made May a month to remember less than completely fondly. The moving, and the helping of other people to move, which essentially resulted in 3-4 hours of physical labor Friday through Tuesday (I was, shall we say, a bit tardy in really packing) , certainly played a role in the loss. Remains to be seen whether it's stable, but having been on or very near that level the last three days, I'm calling August 1 the new May 1, and the launch date towards the final 5 pounds of the initial goal. Let's see if I can make it there this time instead of again doubling the distance from it. The first trip to the grocery with my new roommates was not encouraging...we then ate a late meal, and I had sugared soda with it....will have to watch that...
Monday, July 30, 2012
And no, I'm not talking about moving in terms of getting up and exercising, although come to think of it, that might work, too. If only there were a web site dedicated to motivating us to do so...
I speak of the act of packing up all your crap, and hauling it elsewhere. Since I have a lot of crap, it's been a decent exercise, and it's still continuing, as I have about 30 hours more to finish packing and moving all of said crap, and clean my soon to be old apartment. My bed's gone, my couches have moved, but I'm spending the night in a sleeping bag (and my bones are feeling the floor already, even if I haven't managed to go to sleep yet), because I figure that actually sleeping in a bed would delay my getting back here in the morning to start the final processes. I have until Tuesday at 10 AM to clear out entirely. Problem is, every time I turn around, there seems to be something else I've forgotten to take into account.
Anyway, as per the blog title, I seem to be down a couple, three pounds since Thursday. The reason might well be that in addition to my own stuff, I've assisted in a couple of friends moving into their new place, plus helping move my new housemates from their old place to our new house (I'm glossing over the technicality that it's their rented house, that I'm crashing with them for an undetermined temporary amount of time, due to the fact that physically I am moving in and occupying space, and also due to trying to get over feeling a bit awkward about it - hopefully that feeling passes soon). The physical act of moving, therefore, has occupied significant portions of the last three days, and even though we were fortunate in moving on a weekend where the temperature have been in the 80s rather than the near constant 90s this summer has featured, there's still been blood, toil, tears and sweat. The blood, fortunately, has been very minimal, a wee bit drawn as a bookshelf being toked up the stair momentarily mutually occupied the same space as my ankle. The toil, is pretty much self-explanatory. The tears, as a result of a plethora of sneezes wrought by the disturbance of dust gathered over the past three years of living in this apartment. And the sweat? 80 some degrees might be pleasant, but cold it ain't. And even if it were cold, lugging bookshelves and beds and boxes (oh my?) around is liable to engender some sweat regardless of the temps.
So, as I enter the last day of my tenancy, I shake my head at my pack rat tendencies, and the multitudes of boxes that still need to make the journey across town (as tribute to the late Sherman Hemsley, I'm moving on up to the east side (of Madison, Wisconsin)), and the corners that need dusting, and the floors that need a scrubbing, and the toilet...which isn't in all that bad a shape, frankly. It'll get done by Tuesday at 10 AM, because it needs to get done by Tuesday at 10 AM. How much sleep I get Monday over night into Tuesday, well, we'll just have to see about that. And how much I weigh after this long, long weekend, well, we just look forward to finding out.
And if you're curious about the historical reference above, see http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gVg7rnRheK8
Go to about 2:45 to skip over the bureaucratic blathering, and 3:30 for the money quote.
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