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Wednesday, August 29, 2012

So, got access to a scale I trust, and the psycho scale might not be all that far off. I still doubt I gained 8 lbs in 8.5 hours of travelling, but I may well have put on 6 lbs in 5 days. Probably half of that in pizza over the past hour, so I'm sweating it exactly not a whit, but, still and all, annoying to see the number creeping upwards so soon. Since I'm slated to stick around another 5 days or so, hoping don't replicate the 7 lb increase that occurred the last time I wandered back to see the parents/bro and sis in law/nephew (especially the latter, no matter how much he's protesting having to go to sleep right at this moment).

Recollection triggered by an event yesterday: when I was a kid, I used to call cucumbers "pukeumbers", because they often made me heave. I liked them enough that I'd try them again and again, and on too many occasions, I lost, so eventually, I took the hint. This was different from, say, bananas, which I didn't like and also made me queasy. But eventually, I took a shot at both cukes and bananas, and found they didn't really bother me anymore. Except the last couple of years, every once in a while, cucumbers bug me a bit, and last night, I ate dinner, finished it off with fresh cukes from my dad's garden, and, well, remember what I called 'em as a kid? Yeah.

Anyway, I'll wake up tomorrow, and the weight will be 184ish, and I'll still be annoyed, but it's better than 188. I guess.


Who do you trust?

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?

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MYOWNHERO 8/27/2012 9:08PM

    Oh a salty car trip will do that to me every time. I bet your regular scale will be your best friend after you've shed the salty water gain.

Almost goal??? Time for a celebration???

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RANDOMLY_HONEST 8/27/2012 8:48AM

    I try to stick to one scale. My theory is that even if that scale is off (say up or down 5 lbs), if it's going down, then I know I'm losing weight. If it's going up, then I'm gaining. Switching between scales adds too much of an unknown factor - too much stress.

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9 days' wonder

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.


yikes and stuff

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.

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MACMOM57 8/14/2012 10:04PM

    Way togoonthe less eating.

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back to the primitive

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...

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MYOWNHERO 8/27/2012 9:12PM

    ....no internets...???? Sorry but that would cause me to twitch uncontrollably. My thumbs are not nearly skilled enough for such.

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CATHOLICCORGI 8/6/2012 10:58AM

    emoticon emoticon

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KING_SLAYER 8/2/2012 11:39PM

    A soda??? lol A few days of hard work does deserve a treat, so long as it doesn't become a habit!! Best of luck making August the best it can be.

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EJRANVILLE 8/2/2012 9:53AM

    Is this a second move or the same one you talked about earlier?

Good luck with new month goals. That reminds me--time to get goaling! emoticon

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ANGIEJAY77 8/2/2012 8:29AM

    I always love reading your blogs :)
I don't know how you post the blog on your phone. I'd lose patience with the bugs and such...of course, I don't have much patience to begin with lol.
Have a wonderful day and good luck with your move!!

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