Tuesday, December 18, 2012
Four days until nothing happens! Oh my goodness, I can wait!
Yesterday was Monday. Even though Monday as a concept somewhat loses its power to annoy when it doesn't equal a return to a workplace after a two day respite from the drudgery, there was something especially nondescript about this Monday. Unpacked a truck, boxes everywhere, nap. Day went by, and then it's Tuesday, and I'm wide awake at 3 AM because my brain still claims it's 2 AM and I'm a night owl so the brain goes PBBBBBT! at the clock.
I've eaten like crap the last couple of days, and it might continue over the next while, what with possibly catching up to folks I haven't seen in a long time. And I'm on the verge of not caring. I've figured out where a few exercise-y items were packed, and I thought about messing around with them, but felt no desire to do so. Granted, the moving thing has given me a few hours worth of exercise over the past couple of days, and my back and forearms kinda hurt...but after getting that ugly t-shirt, that drive that kept me going to the gym 3-4 times a weeks, far more than I've ever gone to the gym in a concentrated time frame, that drive seems to have evaporated.
Yeah, yeah, circumstances exist...but I feel weirdly ambivalent about the fact that it's been 4 days since I've done anything resembling 'traditional' exercise. As with my questions from last night's blog, is the key here that I don't care much, or that I do care enough to make note of that equivocation, or even that I'm having such thoughts after only FOUR days, where in the past, I've probably managed a stretch or two of four weeks without exercise and not batted an eyelash over it? Guess two out of three arguably positive ways of looking at it ain't bad.
Speaking of ugly t shirts, I had to give it a fist bump:
The bland award goes to its cheap cotton feel, and the utterly underwhelming front of the shirt:
Don't ask me where it is now, I couldn't answer beyond, "It's in one of these boxes around here." It has served its purpose well.
(PS: I'm highly amused these are oriented sideways, since that's the way they originally were, before I saved them in the upright position prior to uploading them. May now have to experiment with posting pictures in blog posts, just because.)
Monday, December 17, 2012
Or maybe it was the McDonalds for breakfast, KFC for lunch and chinese food at dinner? At least the scale wasn't as mean as the last time I came to Michigan for a visit, where I managed to gain 7 pounds from driving 8 hours, WITHOUT stopping for fast food, or having eaten any such meal before. Go figure, eh?
Maybe it was the packing of the truck with a significant portion of my worldly possessions that shielded me against any such repeat performance. Haven't a clue.
One might think that sleeping for about 4 hours, then doing that packing (with significant help, mind you), then driving for 6.5 hours, and it being 6 hours further on, all that would combine to make me tired. One would be wrong. I'm as perplexed as you, since I started yawning pretty much as soon as I drove into Illinois, and that was 13 hours ago. I must be riding a kamikaze of a second wind or something.
The final Wisconsin weigh in, at 7 AM, December 16th, 2012, registered at 178.6 lbs. I really do not know what I weighed in August of 2003, when I left Michigan under cover of darkness (well, not really, but the day before I left, a massive blackout hit the northeast quarter of the United States, leaving tens of millions without power). The earliest specific weight I recall is derived from a ski lift receipt I listed my weight as 165 lbs on 2/13/04.
So, what, then, is the reality? Up 13.6 pounds from the start-ish of my time in Wisconsin? Or down 26.8 lbs from when I got to "holy crap something has to change" in September 2011? Bit of both, I guess, right? I've mentioned the fear of backsliding in this space before, and even seeing those numbers, and seeing that objectively, I'm twice as far away from the 'worst' as I am from the more favorable end of the range, it still feels as though the opposite is true. But that's something I just need to be cognizant of, guard against, what have you. Just tossing it out there for future me to look back at, and laugh at, or cry about which direction I've taken from there.
Curious where that road leads. Heard a song today, that I've heard many a time over the past 15 months while on this journey, "Cryptogenic Desires" by Leprous, and there was a line in there about "The past is forgotten, the future's where we spend the rest of our lives". I don't really agree with that, as I'm more of a "past is prologue" guy myself, but it was certainly interesting that I noticed that particular line, blazing out of such familiar music, while leaving my recent past behind. The way it goes, sometimes.
Sunday, December 16, 2012
December 16, 2011, I attended a concert in Milwaukee, and immediately thereafter, I started driving to Michigan. The band was Fair to Midland, and although they've never played a show in Midland, Michigan, they have a home away from their Texas home in Flint, Michigan, just down the road from Midland. The road, in this case being Interstate Highway 75. This was the place Fair to Midland, a band that is my favorite discovery of the millennium to date, had chosen to film a live DVD, and I was doing the rock and roll road trip, following them from Milwaukee to Flint, so I could be part of the festivities. And I certainly was. It's the only concert video that I'm aware of being a part of, and I'm happy to report that I don't look like a complete idiot on it.
I only mention it because on December 16, 2012, I will once again be driving from Wisconsin to Michigan, and this time, I don't know when I'll be back. I am re-joining the ranks of the "8 Eastern" ( I spent my first 28 years in the mitten), leaving my "7 Central" neighbors behind, and fully anticipating that I'll miss a few TV shows for expecting them to start an hour this way or that.
I mention all that on the off chance that you're a new visitor to this space, and have not seen my prior (and by now extensive) chatter about moving, a thought that occurred to me the other day when clicking on the New Blogs by Other Members button, and randomly visiting thoughts by sparkies (sparkers? sparklers?) I've otherwise never interacted with. I realized that I was looking at a very specific snapshot of their journeys, shorn of the context offered by repeated visits to a spark friend's page and blogs. I'm curious as to how many may stumble on any of my verbal wandering by the device of just having clicked that button within a certain period of time after I posted it?
I spent my last day in Madison doing, well, nothing. Petted my roommates' dogs a lot. Watched some of the Michigan basketball game, looking forward to making it to Crisler Center to see that squad in person. And beyond that? Nothing much at all. If the weather had been nice, I woulda coulda shoulda done this that or the other, but it was a gray somber morning, that gave way to a day spitting rain, and I just packed things (and stuff, too!) for the move back to the other side (of Lake Michigan).
Tomorrow will be a long day, but by its end, the move will be referred to in the past tense. Time to get it over with.
For the record, I did get the ugly tee shirt, and it is ugly, though not as hideous as I originally thought. Will post a pic eventually!)
Saturday, December 15, 2012
I think, in a pinch, Hershey Kisses could pull duty as earplugs.
Went to my own farewell shindig Friday night, and I can only conclude that I know many awesome people who I will miss dearly. Drank the Great Dane's Scotch Ale in copious amount early on, and their water the rest of the night, turning down a shot of Patron late in the evening in favor of not sticking around the bar for another couple of hours.
Learned that a couple of friends were now engaged, which wasn't the case the last time I saw them, just a couple of weeks ago. As the news was less than 24 hours fresh, and not even Facebook official, I felt special that they shared that. I probably wouldn't have noticed the sapphire sparkling on her finger otherwise. Have to give the guy credit, giving a ring that's a cool change of pace from the usual engagement standard, and features her birthstone to boot.
'Twas a cool night. Afterwards, took a walk around the Capitol (the Downtown location of the Great Dane is a block away from the state Capitol building) and was sad that my phone battery was dead, and I was in no position to take a picture. Might have to remedy that tomorrow. Halfway around, reaching state street, I took a slight detour for a slice of pizza at Ian's, one of those joints offering all sorts of different slices (Mac and cheese pizza, or steak and fries pizza, anyone)? Wasn't nearly as late as I thought it was, which I realized by the lack of drunken college students - at bar time they clog the place, turning it into a fantastic people watching opportunity. Or maybe since it's finals week coming up, they were studying?? Nahhhh.
And so the rest of the around the capitol and back to my car, where a few pieces of chocolate were left over from a stop at the James J. Chocolate Shop. The place I lived in the first 6 hears in Madison had an earlier location of this shop an block away, a quick stroll I made often with the then girlfriend. That location burned down, and they moved a couple of times thereafter, occupying their current space nearly two years. I'd seen it, eaten at the Mexican place next door, but never tried stopping in when it wasn't closed. Driving past it today in the mid afternoon, on the way to the gym, I had to stop in. Opened the door, took a sniff, and it was an instant transportation back to that place a block away from my first apartment. The place just has a distinctive smell, and a very good one at that. The 6 bucks of good chocolate didn't last long, but it did engender the musing that led to this missive"s opening absurdity. I'll call that a win. Come to think of it, that describes the evening quite well.
Friday, December 14, 2012
Packing stuff away for moving, and I came across my sadly unused dumbbells. Now, they're not large weights, a 20 pounder and a couple of 15s, but they exist in a state of dustiness, for lying unloved and untouched beneath the bed. I guess the same can be said for my resistance bands, which hang on a hook physically near but psychologically far away from where I lie at the moment.
At this moment, I am wondering whether to try and do things on my own rather than paying for a membership at a gym after I move, while simultaneously remembering that I have all this STUFF, exercisey stuff, acquired piecemeal over years, which I rarely use. Somewhere, I suspect in the trunk of my car, there are the 5 lb ankle weights which in my younger, more flexible days, I'd occasionally use for leg lifts. Over in the corner of the room, there's an as seen on TV gizmo which is used basically as a stool these days rather than the ab workout contraption it purports to be. Put them all together, and plenty of pieces exist for exercising at home. And I'm sure I could raid my brother's basement for a basic weight set and more crap. But the bottom line is, as it always is, whether I'd actually be able to generate the will to exercise at home.
I've made a big deal out of the t shirt I'm chasing at the gym I'm about to leave behind as I move, and KMM1123 somewhat accurately portrayed it as a big shiny thing that I covet...but there's a little more to this talisman. It has to do with the short time frame I had in which to chase it, it had a bit to do with trying to prove to myself that I could hit the gym regularly. And yes, it is a free shiny thingy that I'm going to score soon enough.
Might have made it happen Thursday, but I got seduced by bacon gravy. The Free House posted on Facebook about a special they were running, with meatloaf, cheddar jalapeņo cornbread and a bacon gravy. Apparently, I wasn't the only person who saw this advert. And I wasn't the only person intrigued. So, off we went. The majority of the reason for my going was because of who it was that ended up going...after all, I'm leaving these people to move 400 miles away in two days, and it's sinking in. But, I'll admit, BACON GRAVY did play a role.
The plan tomorrow, then, is to hit the gym and work off some of the bacon gravy, and also get the metabolism boosted for what might be a decently long night of drinking, as the evening will be spent at a brew pub, saying bye to friends. Bit ambivalent about that, but people insisted, so...yeah.
You'll have to excuse the full on ramble mode I've entered, feeling a touch of emotion here, odd memories bubbling up from the years...like, how I was a night owl when I arrived in Madison , and would send my grad school classmates e mails at 3 AM, which mirrors my recent spate of 3 am blogs on this space, or the ski lift ticket from February 13, 2004 (the first and last time I ever went skiing) where I listed my weight as 165, which is the basis of my goal weight. A few other kernels are popping off in my head at the moment, thoughts both happy and sad, and running the gamut in between. I suspect I'll be awake a bit longer this early morning.
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