Friday, February 17, 2012
BOOM! (sorry, just echoing the construction related dynamite blast outside my window...curious if this sort of blasting registers at all on earthquake monitors? Anyone know anybody in the US Geological Services? I mean, anyone who doesn't work with voles?)
So I updated the title on my spark page. Initially, it was just "title of doom", which was really just a placeholder until I could come up with something cleverer (more clever?), but it amused me enough, what with my oh, ever so slightly twisted sense of humor, that it persisted. But now, hovering on the edge of 15 pounds gone (and perhaps really gone, rather than a couple of illusory dips into 18X lb territory), seemed appropriate to alter the title to reflect the new reality.
The next 15 gets me around 15%, a nice piece of symmetry there. I think I might have to make it happen.
Oh, and there's this question that I've posed to my local forum, but might as well get more feedback, since it's quite the dilemma. Next Saturday, the 25th, I'm already obliged to go to a country music concert, and now I've learned that a friend who breakdances will be participating in a battle a few short hours earlier, so I'm thinking I'll go to that, too. The question here is: What the heck does one wear when going to a breakdancing event and then a country concert immediately thereafter??
Monday, February 13, 2012
Didn't have any crowd surfers drop in unexpectedly on top of my noggin last night, thanks, in part to bounders who actually pointed out incoming tumbling human missiles as they traversed the sea of arms and hands. I'm seriously not recalling any such warning system at previous concerts, and wondering whether I'm just forgetting that, because it seems such an obvious, and potentially effective counter to people getting boots to their heads.
Once again, I will lament that spark people doesn't have a standard bit of exercise in their tracker labeled "heavy metal workout", as the effort expended in fighting through the crowd to get to the second row in front of Dave Mustaine certainly burned a few hundred calories. Of course, when I got there, I'm not sure how many additional calories got burned, since I really couldn't move. There was a young lady there also trying to reach the front, and I was going to let her have my spot, since when I got there, I lost my sightline to bassist David Ellefson, another member of the classic 80s lineup, who recently returned to the 'deth fold, but it took me the better part of five minutes to maneuver enough to make room for her beside me.
All in all, though, it was a pretty tame crowd, no obvious bruises, only got my glasses knocked askew once, just a bit of a sore achilles (sore neck goes without saying, it was one of the big 4 after all, and preceded by MŲtŲrhead, at that) to show for damage.
So, starting this week off on a really good note, although I'll admit to having been rather tired at work all day; the whole getting home at 1 AM and not being able to fall asleep until the vicinity of 3 AM doesn't bode well for energy levels the next day at work. Trying to figure out if that translates to eating something out of a can rather than taking a stab at baked onion rings like I've been meaning to do for a bit.
Sunday, February 12, 2012
I'm going to go see megadeth tonight, a band I haven't seen play since 2007, just before I interviewed for the job I now have. Funny thing, that night in September 2007, a crowd surfer landed on my head, knocking me out for a moment. I don't remember driving home that night, and when I interviewed for the job a couple days later, I probably did so with a mild concussion...not that I ever went to a doctor after that incident. Besides, they took me anyway, so I must have done OK.
Anyway, the timing of this show is a bit ironic, in that it's coming just a couple of weeks prior to leaving the job, more or less mirroring the timing of the show prior to starting. I don't really plan on going up front this time, so I suspect that I won't suffer a similar fate.
Guess the worry, as far as the point of this site goes, is how the pending unemployment, as I haven't managed to land a follow on position yet, might affect the diet and/or exercise. I tend to overeat under stress, and that in conjunction with non-busyness might be a bad combination.
Guess we'll see, eh? Time to push that job hunt into overdrive, and see where it leads. Hopefully not to any lingering bout of stress eating.
That said, lately I've found myself watching more and more Food Network programming. Not sure if that's a good thing, if it makes me tempted to try some of the things I see on there :)
Thursday, February 09, 2012
Well, maybe. Sorta kinda, but not 100%. Ish.
See, I havenít been checking in here much lately as my computer at home is dying, and refuses to stay awake for more than ten minutes at a time. Combine that with being busy at work, and Iím just spinning the wheel, logging a bit of exercise, and thatís about it lately for sparkitude. Thatís being bad, part 1, not entirely my fault. Being bad part two is totally on me, though. See, I was supposed to go to the gym on Tuesday. Or perhaps a better description of it is, ďI was going to allow myself to be dragged to the gym Tuesday.Ē During the day, I received an invitation to head out to Quaker Steak and Lube for wings, that I (ever so virtuously) turned down, because I was going to the gym! (Wait, thatís too much enthusiasm, since I wasnít feeling any on my own behalf. Cancel the exclamation point.) But then, the person who was going to do the dragging to said gym was feeling sick, and decided against going.
Of course, had the virtue been true, I would have gone gymming anyway. But (and you probably saw this coming a mile away, didnít you?) I didnít go to the gym. And ended up going out for chicken wings. (insert Sad trombone from price is right here).
ButÖ.if weíre doing credits and demerits, I suppose I can take back a half point for myself because yesterday, when there was no such plan to go to the gym, I found myselfÖeating pizza (hah! Bet you didnít see that coming!) And THEN I went to the gym. Yeah, itís an exciting topsy turvy life I lead. But having imbibed the pizza first, I was a bit leaden in the legs, so I ended up only doing a half hour on the elliptical and then trying out a number of machines, some Iíd never attempted before. Perhaps not entirely coincidentally, I have unfamiliar aches in strange places today. You know how they say the neck bone is connected to the knee bone? No? Well, even if they donít say it, thatís sure how it feels today. And Iím supposed to go play basketball tonight.
Thatís not the extent of being bad, though. Since last I SUCCESSFULLY posted thoughts on this forum (which was 2/1/12, with two blog posts eaten in the interim, see previous lament for details), there has been a Family Night (watching a mob movie with some great secret recipe baked ziti (the secret is go to google and type in ďbaked zitiĒ and pick the first recipe, according to the guy who actually made it) and red wine), a prime rib and crab legs buffet (went east on the steak, not so easy on the crab legsÖbut, Iím sure I burned a few calories what with the effort required to extricate the meat from those legs!), the aforementioned wings, and the pizza. As well as a few beers (hey, itís been a social week, what can I say?). And thought all that, the weight has remained remarkably stable, in diametric opposition to the yoyo coaster the scale was going through the previous weekend, with no obvious causation. Go figure, right?
Anyway, Iím off to my teamís Winter Party, where, feeling ever so slightly subversive towards workís no alcohol policy, Iím providing Champagne cola, ginger beer and Sangria. All of which are Mexican pop (and can be obtained in the ethnic food aisle at Woodmanís, for you locals) containing no alcohol. Iím actually curious to see if anyone picks up on the theme. We are, after all, assurers of quality, and as such are supposed to possess an eye for detail. :)
Thursday, February 09, 2012
So I had a 500 word bloggy thingy all ready to post, and actually I thought I had posted it, but it appears to have been eaten. This on top of another post I was trying to do on my phone on Sunday (what with the home computer giving up the ghost), that also just disappeared while I was trying to edit a spelling error. The site's gremlins, which I'd come to terms with, are rearing up again, or so it seems. But perhaps I'll try to recapture what I had...or just be annoyed with sp's site yet again.
By the way, how is it that the spell check on a blog interface doesn't recognize the word "blog"?
(whine whine grumble whine)
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