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Step by step....by step

Wednesday, February 20, 2013

I've been listening to the "Twisted Into Form" album by the band Forbidden today. They're an 80s thrash band that I wasn't familiar with until a couple of years ago. The first time I saw them play live (late 2010), I went because I won free tickets and had a friend who really loved the band (it just happened to be that guy's birthday, too!). Only knew a couple of songs I'd scoped out on youtube, but afterwards, I recall really liking the song "Step by Step." Didn't catch much of the lyrics that night, but by the time I caught them again, nearly a year later, I was gleefully screaming along with the chorus:

Don't you feel as if your walls fall in?
The way you live could put you underground
Step by step, by step
Surviving hanging by a thread
Step by step, by step
It's time to turn the table
Step by step, by step
Society's not done with you
Step by step, by step
It just gets worse until you - pull through!


There's been a couple of events this week that may make the sentiments expressed in the song relevant to me, but really, it's already relevant to us all, isn't it? I've always taken the song to be about alcohol or drug abuse, but it's applicable to food, too, what with eating ourselves into shapes we hated, shapes that have the potential to "put (us) underground"?

The last chorus of the song adds a couple of lines, after the "society's not done with you" bit. Useful context, an acknowledgement that the damage can't be magically undone, that it requires a plan, and a focus on what, and more specifically, WHO matters.

Step by step, by step
It just don't stop
Step by step, by step
Don't try to run before you walk
Step by step, by step
Do it for yourself kid!
Step by step, by step
It's just the way you have to learn
Step by step, by step

The rest of the lyrics can be found at the youtube page linked above. They're pretty bleak, painting a picture of last resort desperation, before offering the hope found in the chorus.


For the record, the scale, which I certainly don't trust, read 173.8 lbs this morning, a loss of 2 pounds since last Wednesday. As I said yesterday, I'm not celebrating the unexpectedly large movement, as I'd be forced to cry about it when the scale went the other way next week (or even tomorrow). Better to keep a blase attitude about it. Don't count chickens until they fly south for the winter or something like that. Step by step...by step.

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    emoticon ....and about that # on the scale....celebrate it this week and if next week not so much know that it is what it is a # on the scale and does not define YOU or own you.


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KING_SLAYER 2/20/2013 7:48PM

    Step by step, by Step could be the subtext to Spark People. Just doing things one step at a time, baby steps even, will get you to where you want or need to go. Even the South flying fried chicken breasts with a side of potato wedges can understand that!

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CLPURNELL 2/20/2013 7:47PM

    Great job! celebrate the pounds lost!

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1CRAZYDOG 2/20/2013 6:03PM

    Just take it for what it is . . . today's scale reading!

I like the lyrics ad it could very well be applicable to food and addiction to food!

Thanks for sharing this.

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KLMEIRING 2/20/2013 5:59PM

    Thanks for sharing! emoticon

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Almost kept up with the kiddies today

Tuesday, February 19, 2013

Third time going out and joining in on a high school team's ultimate practice. Way too early in the morning, at 7 AM, a time I don't usually like admitting exists. I met the modest goal of actually completing the warm up run, 6 laps of the gym throwing a frisbee back and forth with a partner. Managed to keep up with the drills ok, until late in the hour, when their coach exacted his punishment for the couple of kids that showed up 5 minutes late. The hammer came down in the form of suicides, sprints from one end of the gym, first to a cone half the width of a basketball court away, next to a cone on the near sideline of the second court, and then to the opposite end of the gym. I was lagging behind the kids on the first couple of runs, snuck in ahead of a couple after the third one, and then couldn't answer the bell for the last couple. The entire right side of the body just rebelled, the low back/glute that I tweaked playing volleyball Saturday, that side of my neck and shouder, they all said no mas.

So I have 2 or 3 more chances to actually make it through a whole practice trying to keep up with humans less than half my age. A little depressing, but I suppose I'll keep getting older and they'll stay the same age, so I better get used to it.

The lack of stamina is an issue I've had since I was a kid myself. Asthma had something to do with it, as the allergies and breathing issue of my youth limited how much I could physically do. After the worst of that passed, laziness limited putting in the work needed to build up wind. I guess that, for me, could serve as a basis for any running efforts, the attempt to build up stamina, not just for running for running's sake, but so I can keep going (however slowly, for I have no speed, either) when playing other sports.

Of course, all of that is contingent on the body holding together in general, and allowing me to keep pretending I could possibly keep playing games against those youngsters. Oh, who am I kidding, I'm totally planning on being that old guy out there on the court or field emoticon

I took a nap after I got back from the gym in the morning, that stitch in the neck leading to a bad headache a while after. Woke up refreshed and pain free, so a few hours later, I went back for pickleball. Had a good night at that tonight, although, strangely, it had something to do with having to tweak my game a bit to avoid hitting in a manner that would hurt my wrist. I'll have to explore that the next time out - whatever I was doing was working nicely!

Did nosh on way too many cheez-its this evening, but it's been a decent week since the last blc weigh in. Not expecting much of a difference in either direction for the Wednesday number. Kind of in a "Won't sweat a gain, won't celebrate a loss" mood this evening.

Music tonight is Arch Enemy, after hearing the PA at the Nashville-Detroit game play "Enter the Machine" prior to the third period. That instrumental intro the the Doomsday Machine album is what lies behind the link: www.youtube.com/watch?v=59_-S

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CLPURNELL 2/20/2013 7:49PM

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ATTACKFATCAT 2/20/2013 10:50AM

    Suicide runs are brutal at any age. I was in pretty decent shape as a teenager, and that was a popular punishment tool for my basketball and volleyball teams. I think it's awesome that you jumped right in and did at least some of them!

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1CRAZYDOG 2/20/2013 9:48AM

    Lots of activity! Good job.

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COOKIE_AT_51 2/20/2013 7:01AM

    emoticon with hanging in there with the "youngsters"!!

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Making a salad and not eating it

Monday, February 18, 2013

No, this isnít a case of good intentions gone awry down McDonaldís way. I just finally got off my duff and volunteered at a food pantryís community kitchen, here in the Ann Arbor area. Got to make a salad, during the process of which I realized there a tiny bit of my wrist that hurts from playing volleyball on the weekend. Itís very much a ďnot a big dealĒ type pain, as I didnít even realize it was hurting in the three days since Iíd played. But apparently, the squishiness of a tomato firm enough not to give way immediately before a sharp blade was enough to reveal that adjutant to the radial nerve, and set off its jangled endings.

Of course, Iím more or less blindly blaming volleyball, as itís the only thing I did on the weekend that caused potential offense to a wrist bone. The previous weekend, Iíd played twice, and playing pickleball a couple of days later, I noticed that my wrist was a bit weak when trying to hit a backhand. I figure itís the same thing here, though it still doesnít rise to anywhere near the ten lines I just spent explicating the non-issue.

In addition to salad, I also got to mop and sweep the floor and scrub out the massive spaghetti pot wherein the eveningís main course was prepared. I figure Iíll go back, eventually, though I might check out the organizationís warehouse operation the next time I offer them a bit of my time. Or the food runner role, which apparently entails going out on a truck to collect donations. Itís not the same as The River back in Madison, but itís something to do. Kind of mad at myself for not having done anything of the sort during the two months since I moved.

After leaving the kitchen, I wandered back to my car, which Iíd parked at Ann Arborís West Park, and decided to honor the sign that said parking was for ďpark business only.Ē Took a wander through the park, eventually exiting onto 7th street, walking to its intersection with what I thought was Catherine street, but turned out to be Miller Avenue Ė Iíd forgotten about how Catherine is renamed Miller west of Main Ė and wandered east until I came to the parkís east gate, a simple arch marking the position of a staircase down to the main park. Descending the wooden steps, skirting the baseball diamond, and hopscotching through the mud bog that transforms into a community garden in the summertime, I returned to my vehicle, and proceeded to go to the gym. The walk was over 20 minutes, so of a distance greater than a mile.

Todayís wog at the gym was 2 miles, in intervals of 3 laps walking/6 running/3R/7R/5W, in a time around 27-28 minutes. I didnít formally pay attention to the time as I went along, instead trying to run for 5 minutes at a time. I actually ended up jogging 6 minutes at a time, with the first half mile proceeding at a slower clip (6 laps/6 minutes), and the second jog squeezing in an extra 1/12th mile lap into the same 6 minute time frame. I didnít stop jogging the second time due to tiredness; instead, my feet just started whinging, demanding that I slow to a walk. So I did, finishing out the second mile, and, if you included the stroll in the park, the remainder of a 5k distance.

I kind of hate the fact that Iím actually thinking in those terms, even as I stumble towards making that sort of thing (running a 5k) an actual goal of mine as opposed to this amorphous, ďwouldnít it be niceĒ pondering.

And on that note, hereís the Beach Boys for your listening pleasure.

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1CRAZYDOG 2/20/2013 9:51AM

    Keep it up! And that 's good you "honored" the park's "Park Business Only" sign and did the wog!

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CLPURNELL 2/19/2013 5:25PM

    You could definitely do a 5k you actually are a very good wogger!

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KMM1123 2/19/2013 12:18PM

    Sounds like it's time for you to pick an official 5k race to run. Establishing a goal end date might make your wogging a more regular activity and give it a little purpose and direction. You could kill two birds with one stone if it happened to be a benefit kind of race that raises money towards a worthy cause. Maybe a race called "Help Rescue the Bird Population from People Who Throw Stones 5K". I bet it exists out there somewhere.

An added benefit to racing is that some 5k's also come with their own ugly t-shirt. You've been known to go above and beyond for those kinds of prizes before so maybe collecting race t-shirts could be the your "thang".

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MARTY728 2/19/2013 12:10PM

    emoticon emoticon Hope the wrist feels better soon!

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Falling to Pisces

Sunday, February 17, 2013

Spied Reese's Pieces at the gas station and resisted, just punning on the fact that the fishy astrological sign kicks into gear in a couple of days, rather than any precipitous fall off any bandwagon. Either that or referring to the fish I had at dinner, some whitefish that wasn't so white by the time I got done frying it. 'twas delicious, even in spite of the bone that tried to spear me in the gums. I suppose I can't blame it, as I was chewing on its home at the time.

In a old school mode tonight, looking at photo albums of days long gone, brought on by the blc "high school pic as profile" request. Hence the new profile pic (assuming I've managed to upload it by the time you read this). Also liked the pic below of me with my mom from some time in 1976

Skipped the gym today, will hop on the exercise bike at some point between now and midnight. Just finished up watching The West Wing on Netflix, and it seems like the next series is Star Trek: the Next Generation, which I've been dabbling in for a bit. In the middle of the second season now, and I can't wait until Dr. Crusher gets back.

Though the blog title recalls a Faith No More song, I'll save that band for another day, and instead share a track from a band I've been spinning today, Paradise Lost. With their album "Gothic", they gave a name to a metal subgenre, one they are still practicing these days. But their road took a couple of twists and turns before settling back into the groove they invented. One of the detours took them into a electronic direction influenced heavily by Depeche Mode, and it produced one of my all time favorite songs, the title cut on their "One Second" album. For me, "One Second" is just a perfect track, with its memorable melody driving a visceral mood, a hint of menace and an abundance of sadness combining hauntingly to pack an emotional wallop into its three and a half minutes.


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1CRAZYDOG 2/20/2013 9:45AM

    Awesome trip down memory land and the picture of your Mom and you is priceless!

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CLPURNELL 2/19/2013 4:58PM

    Like the trip down memory lane

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CAMAEL100 2/18/2013 5:50AM

    Very cute picture with your blog. Your headline just reminded me my birthday is coming up!!

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JENNYD97 2/18/2013 1:32AM

    I was looking forward to the relation to the FNM song! I prefer FNM myself, never really got into Depeche Mode. Like the trip down memory lane photos, I was doing that recently.

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ADARKARA 2/17/2013 10:42PM

    but Faith No More is awesome! ;)

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We are finding who we are

Saturday, February 16, 2013

Isn't that what this trip is about, anyway? Figuring out who and what we are, where we belong, physically, mentally? Yeah, I'm stumbling and bumbling now, but eventually I'll be rumbling, just a matter of fine tuning the engine of my life, finding the right fuel.

In the meantime, I suppose I'll just keep heading to the gym, eating more or less decently, trying to keep the physical side, which I do feel like I have some semblance of control over these days, in check. Today's trip to the gym was for volleyball, and accordingly, my forearms are sore tonight. Didn't wog, haven't done any of that since Tuesday, but perhaps tomorrow. Looking at the descriptions of C25K programs, they seem to feature intervals of running and walking, with increasing stretches of running. Other than the one occasion I went 9 laps (3/4th mile), I haven't run more than 6 laps in a row, so it's possible that I've only done a continuous 5 minutes on that one occasion. I think I'll try that, whenever the next time is.

For the record, the blog title is courtesy of the band King's X, it's a song from the "Faith Hope Love" album.

If you're not already familiar with this band, you owe yourself the favor of checking them out. A few links are below. As tough as it was to choose which ones to share, I just spent the last two hours listening to King's X and watching Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets. Pretty solid evening, I'd say.

From their softer side, the gorgeous "Goldilox":

"The Difference": www.youtube.com/watch?v=3bxF3

On their rocking edge, "Over My Head", Went with sharing the fun official vid of the song, but if you like it, definitely check out a live version or two.

"Pray": www.youtube.com/watch?v=mg3mU

"It's Love" - ultra cheesy video, but in my book, it's between this and "Out of the Silent Planet" for the quintessential KX song, the best merger of their various facets

My two faves of theirs hail from the introspective end of the spectrum, with the tortured "Cigarettes" standing alongside the psychedelic "A Box" atop my rankings:


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CLPURNELL 2/19/2013 4:41PM

    Nice band!

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