Wednesday, January 23, 2013
I canít recall the last time I had caffeine.
I had a 12 pack of Coke Zero that ran out at some point before January 9th. I know this, because I went into a grocery store looking for a particular grapefruit package that was on a good sale, along with a few other things, and recall specifically deciding to not grab a replacement case. As they didnít have the grapefruit, I took a shot at the customer service counter, and they were kind enough to provide a rain check for the discounted price, and it is dated 1/9/13. I did go to my brotherís house the weekend after, and at the end of the visit, I had him check the fridge to see if he had any cans of Diet Dr. Pepper left. He did not, so, I drove home with the music turned up loud to stay awake (not that with my insomnia and night owl-y-ness, Iíd have any problems staying awake at 11 pm). After that, the past week and change? No soda pop. Iíve turned down any offers of tea or coffee.
For me, the interesting part is that I didnít plan on it at all. This was not an effort to cut down on pop, no try at reducing caffeine to see if itís playing a role in the insomnia. Itís just happened, because there doesnít happen to be any pop in the place, and I havenít ventured out to a grocery store in a couple of weeks, and I havenít gone inside a gas station even when I filled up the tank. And the weird thing is that I havenít noticed until now.
This is very strange, because last spring, I did explicitly try to quit drinking pop, to cut myself off caffeine. Part of it was a perverse, letís see if I can do this! challenge, and partly it was an effort to see if my wrecked sleep patterns could be tamed if I just reduced the caffeine in my diet. That experiment did not last long, as I spent a few days with a constant ibuprofen resistant low level headache. Eventually, I imbibed a caffeinated pop, and the headaches abated, and the experiment was abandoned with no further trials.
Itís an oxymoron, then, or perhaps a paradox if I want to be linguistically correct, that this non-attempt is succeeding, where actually trying to reduce/quit caffeine had such disastrous results. As the insomnia hasnít abated, Iím willing to declare that caffeine isnít the culprit. Have to get to the grocery store soon, and maybe Iíll grab some pop, maybe I wonít. Iíve proven, without trying, that I can exist without caffeine for a couple of week, for whatever thatís worth.
Title courtesy of echolyn, from the song "Mr. Oxy Moron", as seen from apprx 5:00 - 12:00 on this youtube video.
Tuesday, January 22, 2013
How can it be not what it is, when being is in itself?
Gibberish? Exactly. Spockís Beard, to be precise
Interview today wentÖactually, I have no idea. Decent enough, I suppose. Guess Iíll find out next week, see if I made the first cut and get to go back to see the lab boss. Spent a couple of hours on the Michigan campus thereafter, taking a peek around the Diag. Iím a local product, so itís not as if Iíve been completely away the 15 years since Iíve graduated. But I did live in Wisconsin the last 9 years, so there definitely are some major changes that I hadnít noticed before.
Hit the gym later in the day for two hours of pickleball. Gotta work on the consistency, I can have 5 good points in a row and follow that up with 5 bad shots in a row. Todayís wog was run 8:4 walk, up to 5 consecutive laps, 5/12ths of a mile. Next stop half mile, though Iím not planning on it the next time I go. Unless I feel like it. Time today was 12:10, which I would assume was a typo, except Iím reading it off my phoneís stopwatch app, and as far as I know, it doesnít do typos. And that was after the pickleball, soÖ it suggests that if ever I develop a mileís worth of stamina, I can probably run it in 10 something, maybe even challenge single digits. I am aching something fierce right now, not sure if thatís from the court action, or from stretching out and going a little faster the last couple of laps.
Curious to see what the weigh in is tomorrow. Having tracked everything since Friday, it seems like Iím eating on or under the calorie goals stated by the SP tracker. I double checked it against a couple of different sites, and apparently, its numbers are correct for my age/height/weight loss goals. Still an open question as to the accuracy of my tracking. Iíve done a decent amount of fitness minutes, but I had a huge corned beef deli sandwich from a fave old place on campus this afternoon. Curious if that will all cancel out.
And, just because I started with a song with a bit of counterpoint vocals in it, how about I end the same way? ďChanceĒ by Savatage, the counterpoint section starts around the 7 minute mark.
This vid takes me way back to 1998, seeing these guys doing this song live, with the awesome sight of 5 guy across the front of the stage, each singing their separate parts. I have goosebumps right now.
Monday, January 21, 2013
Trying to look back on stuff I used to do 5, 7, 9 years ago, and dredging up a ton of memories. The details are pretty fuzzy, even if I did take the retrospective peek a couple of times during the last year. All in all, it's been like being back in school, studying for a test covering the entire semester, wondering what the heck the prof/interviewer might throw at you. Come down to it, I'm just going to be winging it anyway, so why the stress? Might as well relax and get some sleep tonight, right? Oh except for that insomnia thing. Well, then.
Full on ramble tonight, no coherent thoughts populating this brain, no sir. From nf-kb to gbr12909 (that's a reference from when I got to play with cocaine) to monkeys flinging poop, it's all flooding back, those ghosts of past jobs. Some on my blc team board mentioned Synvisc, and I figure that'll play a role in tonight's dreams, as I gave a thousand imaginary patients imaginary shots of that stuff when I used to do software QA for a med records company. Irradiation, catheters and brain probes, oh my!
Haven't done a lick of exercise yet today, but today has an hour to go yet. Might have to take a turn on the old exercise bike, try to tire myself out. You know, I think I will, if only to calm the hamster wheel in my brain. It's spinning at a fantastic pace. Spin one to unspin the other, isn't that how it goes? In theory, anyway. Let's see if reality agrees, shall we?
Sunday, January 20, 2013
Title's going to have to wait until I find out what I end up typing out. Today's wog tilted towards the run, with the mile breaking down as 7/12ths run, 5/12ths walk. Which means that I ran a third of a mile (and a separate quarter mile) without having a ball or disc to chase. Time was 13:39, which is sad from the perspective that I did 13:45 with a 7 walk: 5 run split on Friday. On the other hand, once again, the wog occurred at the end of my time at the gym. One of these days, I'll try doing that early in the sequence, and see what I can pull off.
I'm very much not enjoying running. But I've done it, to some degree, three days in a row. Not expecting 4, but you never know. Insanity may prevail yet again. Having done 4 laps, I'm of the opinion that I could probably do a consecutive six (half mile) without collapsing.
But then I'd have to wonder about 7, or if 8 was feasible, and before long...you see? Madness!
One odd thing about the BLC is that it's taking up all my SP attention, in terms of message board activity. Need to remember to visit the teams I was on prior to this challenge, get a dose of sarcasm once in a while, y'know?
Also, am hoping to fall asleep at a decent hour tonight. Might be useful to wake up at a normal time tomorrow, so as to be able to repeat the feat on Tuesday, what with an interview lined up for 10:30 AM Tuesday. Wish me luck, might well need it. It's for a position that I applied for despite thinking I was underqualified, so I'm amused that they actually got back to me where I haven't heard from so many other positions where my experiences might fit right in. Thinking if this doesn't go well (I'm going in with no expectations, for better or worse), I might take a couple of shots in a radical direction. But I'll cross that bridge if it becomes necessary.
Saturday, January 19, 2013
You know, as opposed to a video blog where at least my mouth is moving? I tried rambling into the webcam embedded in this laptop, which I've used just a handful of time in the 9 months I've had this machine, and kept running out of steam. Either I bored myself, or got hyperaware of my funky speech patterns, or just had awkward silences, or a host of other maladies that just make for not good viewing. So I didn't upload either of those efforts. Eventually, I'll capture something worth sharing. Might take another 9 months, as I'm not in any particular hurry.
Second day of drinking 8 cups of water, and tracking absolutely everything I eat. The water isn't too difficult, as all it really takes is to think about it and make sure to sneak an extra cup here and there where you wouldn't have if you weren't thinking about it. I'm sure, eventually, those extra cups could become the norm, but for now, trying to put together a 4 day streak. The tracking is a bit odd, as I felt like I overate moderately yesterday, and just cracked the bottom of the calorie range indicated by the tracker. Not sure if that's a function of the tracker being set to faulty coordinates (I don't recall ever having tweaked the calorie goals), or a fault in accurate tracking, as it's something I never do, and am attempting for BLC purposes only. Annoying have to add every little bit. Annoying to see what every little bit entails, which, I suppose, is the point. Stop eating an annoying amount, right? Kind of felt like an older sibling telling a youngun to stop hitting themselves when they were controlling the kid's arm. I refuse to answer whether I ever did that to my little brother.
Got another streak going, a whole two days on which I've run a quarter mile for the point of running a quarter mile. Did so as part of a mile wog, yesterday's time was 13:45 for 7:5 walk to jog ratio. Was going to try for half and half, a quarter mile of each at a time, but the quarter mile job isn't my favorite thing to do, let's just put it that way. Today's time, which ended up 8:4 walk/run ratio, was 15:02, partly fueled by a slower walking crowd on the oval, partly fueled by my going out there after using the elliptical, as opposed to before, like I did on Friday. Sad thing is, going slower won't help me increase the distance; the motion, while running for its own sake, just feels wrong to me. Might just be a complete and utter lack of technique; I was watching the reflection in the glass surrounding the track wondering if I was striding too upright, or if "too upright" was even a thing in running. Obviously, I know nothing about running.
So, having rambled on in a manner that's proven the title true, I shall end now. And prepare myself for Red Wings hockey. One reason to be glad to be back in Michigan, being able to watch the Wings on TV, without relying on shady, perhaps illegal, less than great quality internet streams. LGRW!
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