Thursday, February 23, 2012
Got home at about 6:30 last night, planning on hitting the gym. Grabbed a glass of milk, a couple of cookies for fuel, and set to a couple of quick tasks I needed to do. By 7, I was done with those, rested, digested, and ready to go to the gym, but...Futurama was on, the Leonardo da Vinci episode, and so I watched that. And somewhere in that half hour, the mojo/motivation/what have you just evaporated. Sitting down, I started feeling the aches I've been dealing with, from the left shoulder that still hurt two days after a tetanus booster shot, to the right hand/wrist on which I jammed my thumb playing basketball two weeks running, and exacerbated by going bowling on the weekend (that one's a real issue, anyway, but not one that would affect use of an elliptical machine). Add to that the ankle that just started paining me Tuesday for no apparent reason, and, oh, the neck and shoulder still not recovered from the previous weekend's headbangings, and all of a sudden it's 8:15 and I still haven't moved.
And I am oh so aware of that fact. And kind of sort of mad about it. But thinking that I have the Wii, and I have the vinyl sweat suit, or as I was told it was called by a smirking coworker, a sauna suit, so I can still get some sweat on at home, right, so I'm not too annoyed with myself at this point. But I am hungry, so I grab some leftover chicken from the night before, and nosh on that, and a few cheez-its, and other snackages that I have because on Monday, I committed the cardinal sin of going to the grocery store while hungry. You see, I had an annual physical on Monday, and since it'd been three years since I'd had an annual physical, I knew that I wanted to get my cholesterol checked, as it's been an issue before, especially the triglycerides. So I starved myself that day to achieve the proper fasting state they needed for that blood test, and by the time the apointment was over, around 3 PM, and I got the blood draw for the test, I was famished. But it was too late to make it worth it to go back to work, a half hour drive away (not really, but close enough, especially seeing as how it's my last week there), so instead I went homeward, and thought I should do some grocery shopping, as the cupboards were getting bare-ish.
The hunger and sales combined to induce purchasing of the cookies and crackers in amounts that might haunt me, with any luck, for a few weeks to come, and with less luck, for just two weeks. But in the latter case, the scale will haunt me, so let's just hope for the former, mmmkay?
Anyway, some of these snackages found their way into the belly, and I thought that I'd had enough, but it was just one of those evenings, where the cravings win out, and a few more wormed their way betwixt the teeth and gums, and then I was pissed off, because I'd just made a meal out of grasshoppers and chocolate chip cookies, and I still hadn't exercised and the tiredness that had been creeping up on me all day because the night before I went to grab something on the other side of the chest high breakfast bar and kind of hurt my ribs, and spent most of the night before tossing and turning and unable to get comfortable because my chest and back were whining, all that caught up to me, and I found myself donning the clothes I sleep in. And I had my phone with me, and so I logged in to sparkpeople to do a bit of bloggy whining, but a couple of sentences in, the browser window shut down, naturally without saving the blog entry and so I just got into bed, pulled the covers over my head and went to sleep. At 9 PM.
I turned the lights off at 4 AM. Was just in a mood just before going to sleep that I couldn't be bothered to get up and walk the 5 feet that it would have taken me to reach the light switch. The impending joblessness was weighing on my mind a bit last night, not sure how much that played a part in it, but it was a slow rolling trainwreck of an evening, and I'm glad I just rolled over and went to sleep instead of fighting it and worrying about not exercising and eating like crap and all that other stuff. Today's a new day, and as it's basketball night, it will feature good exercise (although, with the ankle, hand and back/neck/shoulders aall making their presence felt this morning, I wonder how good), and tomorrow's another day yet, and then there's a fun weekend planned, and then I get to sleep in on Monday, so...
Remains to be seen what the next turn of the wheel will bring, just felt like I needed to spew and bury the one from last night in an unmarked grave.
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. :)
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