So yesterday while I was at the gym I get a phone call. It was my good friend and fellow weight loss blogger, Jeff (overweightrockstar.blogspot.com).
"Hey man, what's going on?" said Jeff.
"Oh, not much, I'm just here at the gym. I'm on the bike today."
"The bike, huh?" Jeff queried. "Did you just get started? You're not even breathing hard."
"Let's see, I've been on here..."
At that point, I moved my sweat towel from over the bike timer.
"Twenty eight minutes."
Twenty eight minutes on the bike and I wasn't even breathing hard. Not too bad for a fat guy. I hadn't gotten to the gym much in the past week and a half because of all the play rehearsal I had been doing. I was worried that when I went in there that I would have lost a step. Turns out, not only didn't I lose a step, I actually improved my time spent exercising. The last time I was at the gym I did thirty minutes, yesterday I pushed it to forty. Even at forty minutes, I wasn't that tired, but I could feel the lactic acid building up in my side, and quite frankly, the seat on the bike was starting to hurt my butt. Those machines are not built for larger folks, which I find sort of weird since, theoretically, we are the ones that should be using them.
I started this blog on August 5th, and in twenty-four days I have managed to go from barely being able to do ten non stop minutes on the bike to a whopping forty minutes, stopping only briefly to adjust my position on the seat or adjust my feet in the pedal straps.
On top of that, the eating portion of my lifestyle change is still going well. I'm fairly sure I'm eating less than 2000 calories a day, and I don't usually feel hungry or like I'm being deprived. I cheated a tiny bit today and had some barbecued ribs for lunch, but I didn't eat the potato salad or the rice dressing. I basically had four small ribs and a small portion of baked beans. I've also not had a non diet soda in 24 days, and maybe only two or three diet sodas. Mostly I've been drinking water. A LOT of water. I have a bottle that holds forty ounces and I go through probably three of those a day.
I feel better, I seem to be more energetic, I have a higher tolerance for the heat, and I feel good about myself. Today I'm wearing a shirt that I haven't worn in probably six months. It's good day.
For those of you out there who are on the fence about starting a new lifestyle, please come down of the fence and jump in. It's not as hard as you imagine it will be, and the benefits are fantastic. If I'm feeling like this after less than a month, I can't imagine how I'm going to feel in six or twelve. It's worth the effort.
I'm also happy to report that my good friend Jeff just celebrated a milestone in his lifestyle change. He was able to buckle his seat belt for the first time in months. Good on you, sir. I'm proud of you.
Today's moral: The best things come to those who get off their butts and go after them.
Until next time, dragon slayers.
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
This One Kind Of Makes Ya Think or What Kind Of Fencing?
Hey everyone. I don't have too much to report on personally today, but I did run across an interesting blog today and thought I'd share. Go ahead and click the link, read the story and then continue with this one. The blog is by one of my favorite writers on the web, Ms. Andrea Rothe. Her blogs are always interesting and honest, and quite frankly amazing pieces of thought. The title of her blog is a touch indelicate, I know, but her content is amazing. So check the link out, then get back here for my thoughts.
http://chud.com/articles/blogs/2830/GASH-WEDNESDAY-50-Swords-and-Cookies.html
Okay, glad you're back. How about that story, eh?
He trains six to seven hours a DAY. Every day. And he's in a wheelchair.
What the hell have I been doing with my body all this time? It functions normally, and I gripe and moan if I get a bit sweaty. This man has overcome so many obstacles and so many challenges and has a physically debilitating disease.
This story really made me take a look at what I'm doing currently in this new lifestyle, and it made me ask myself how much more I could do. I said in an earlier blog that with a sound mind and good attitude anything was possible. Rick Zengler proves that. He's just an amazing, amazing guy. Thanks to Andrea for that story, and thanks to Rick for being an inspiration to everyone.
So that's it for today everyone. Today's moral? Maybe doing 45 minutes on the exercise bike instead of 30 isn't really that hard.
Until next time, dragon slayers.
http://chud.com/articles/blogs/2830/GASH-WEDNESDAY-50-Swords-and-Cookies.html
Okay, glad you're back. How about that story, eh?
He trains six to seven hours a DAY. Every day. And he's in a wheelchair.
What the hell have I been doing with my body all this time? It functions normally, and I gripe and moan if I get a bit sweaty. This man has overcome so many obstacles and so many challenges and has a physically debilitating disease.
This story really made me take a look at what I'm doing currently in this new lifestyle, and it made me ask myself how much more I could do. I said in an earlier blog that with a sound mind and good attitude anything was possible. Rick Zengler proves that. He's just an amazing, amazing guy. Thanks to Andrea for that story, and thanks to Rick for being an inspiration to everyone.
So that's it for today everyone. Today's moral? Maybe doing 45 minutes on the exercise bike instead of 30 isn't really that hard.
Until next time, dragon slayers.
Monday, August 23, 2010
I'm Melting, I'm Melting, Look At Me, I'm Melting or "Hold On, Let Me Pull Up My Pants"
"Throw back the shoulders, let the heart sing, let the eyes flash, let the mind be lifted up, look upward and say to yourself... Nothing is impossible!"
~ Norman Vincent Peale
I'm shrinking.
Slowly.
But surely.
I'm shrinking.
It's cool when hard work pays off. I noticed yesterday during rehearsal that my pants kept falling down. This is a good thing usually, but when you're trying to act and you still have a script in your hand, it can be a bit awkward trying to hitch up the old britches while you're moving from point to point on the stage. It's all good though, I'll take the inconvenience of pants slippage any day, as long as it means my lifestyle change is having an effect.
Other things I've noticed: I can now climb both flights of stairs at work without getting out of breath. This is a biggie. My energy level has increased, as has my endurance. If the rehearsals for this play had been going on a month ago, I probably wouldn't have been able to handle the physical aspect of rehearsing in a sauna and all of the different movements we're having to do.
I haven't gone back and weighed in because I don't really want to, and I don't feel it's necessary at this point. I know I'm moving in a positive direction, and that will suffice for the time being. My very short term goal is to be able to fit comfortably in my Lennie costume when we perform "Of Mice and Men" on September 10th. The last time I wore it was February of last year. I tried it on earlier this year and it was a bit snug. I have a feeling I'm going to make it. I've also noticed that my dress shirt for work is getting considerably more loose.
I haven't made it to the gym due to an insane rehearsal schedule, but we were able to rearrange rehearsals so that we're not busy every night during the week. This will allow me to get back into the gym starting tomorrow. I've been missing it, and I just can't seem to make myself get up at dark thirty in the morning. But my change in eating combined with the massive amount of movement and sheer sweat loss that happens during rehearsals have been an acceptable substitute. I actually sweat more in that building than I do in a Body Pump class. That being said, I look forward to being able to Pump it up again.
Well, that's pretty much it on my end for right now. Before I go however, I feel compelled to post the following poem. Most of you have probably read it, but it never hurts to read something like this again. It's my dad's favorite poem and I'm actually looking at a copy that he got for Christmas a few years ago. It's mounted on a wooden frame and it's written on yellow parchment that looks like it has been burned around the edges. I find inspiration in this on almost a daily basis. I hope you can too. I put my favorite part in bold.
Until next time, Dragon Slayers
Desiderata
Go placidly amid the noise and the haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible, without surrender,
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others,
even to the dull and the ignorant;
they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons;
they are vexatious to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain or bitter,
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs,
for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals,
and everywhere life is full of heroism.
Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love,
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment,
it is as perennial as the grass.
Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
Therefore be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be.
And whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life,
keep peace in your soul.
With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.
~ Norman Vincent Peale
I'm shrinking.
Slowly.
But surely.
I'm shrinking.
It's cool when hard work pays off. I noticed yesterday during rehearsal that my pants kept falling down. This is a good thing usually, but when you're trying to act and you still have a script in your hand, it can be a bit awkward trying to hitch up the old britches while you're moving from point to point on the stage. It's all good though, I'll take the inconvenience of pants slippage any day, as long as it means my lifestyle change is having an effect.
Other things I've noticed: I can now climb both flights of stairs at work without getting out of breath. This is a biggie. My energy level has increased, as has my endurance. If the rehearsals for this play had been going on a month ago, I probably wouldn't have been able to handle the physical aspect of rehearsing in a sauna and all of the different movements we're having to do.
I haven't gone back and weighed in because I don't really want to, and I don't feel it's necessary at this point. I know I'm moving in a positive direction, and that will suffice for the time being. My very short term goal is to be able to fit comfortably in my Lennie costume when we perform "Of Mice and Men" on September 10th. The last time I wore it was February of last year. I tried it on earlier this year and it was a bit snug. I have a feeling I'm going to make it. I've also noticed that my dress shirt for work is getting considerably more loose.
I haven't made it to the gym due to an insane rehearsal schedule, but we were able to rearrange rehearsals so that we're not busy every night during the week. This will allow me to get back into the gym starting tomorrow. I've been missing it, and I just can't seem to make myself get up at dark thirty in the morning. But my change in eating combined with the massive amount of movement and sheer sweat loss that happens during rehearsals have been an acceptable substitute. I actually sweat more in that building than I do in a Body Pump class. That being said, I look forward to being able to Pump it up again.
Well, that's pretty much it on my end for right now. Before I go however, I feel compelled to post the following poem. Most of you have probably read it, but it never hurts to read something like this again. It's my dad's favorite poem and I'm actually looking at a copy that he got for Christmas a few years ago. It's mounted on a wooden frame and it's written on yellow parchment that looks like it has been burned around the edges. I find inspiration in this on almost a daily basis. I hope you can too. I put my favorite part in bold.
Until next time, Dragon Slayers
Desiderata
Go placidly amid the noise and the haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible, without surrender,
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others,
even to the dull and the ignorant;
they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons;
they are vexatious to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain or bitter,
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs,
for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals,
and everywhere life is full of heroism.
Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love,
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment,
it is as perennial as the grass.
Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
Therefore be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be.
And whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life,
keep peace in your soul.
With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.
Friday, August 20, 2010
Did Popeye's Always Smell That Good? or No, I Don't Want Any Of Your Chicken
So I lied. I said yesterday that a new blog would be coming this morning, but I didn't have time to get to it. So, it's now afternoon, and I've taken a lunch break and figured I'd get a blog in now because tonight I have a feeling I'm going to be pooped.
"Why?" You may be asking.
Tonight is a three hour rehearsal. A three hour DANCE rehearsal. I'm going prepared tonight though. No jeans this time, just my loose (and getting looser) fitting Marvel pajama pants, a loose fitting shirt and plenty of water. It's ON. So, no gym today. I'll be hitting up Body Pump tomorrow morning, however, then a DANCE rehearsal from 10-4! It's gonna be...poop.
But that's not the reason for this blog entry.
Cigarette smokers or former cigarette smokers, I need to ask you guys a question. Rather, I need to present a scenario and I'd like some responses on if what I'm experiencing is similar to cigarette withdrawal.
Why does all fast food smell SO GOOD to me right now? I swear, it's like I've gone mutant and gained a dog's sense of smell. Every time I pass by a McD's, BK, Wendy's, and especially Popeye's, my nostrils are filled with the delectable aroma of meat. Greasy, greasy meat. And it smells sooo good. I thought abstaining from fast food would get easier the longer I went with out it. Nuh-uh. It's gotten to the point where I have to make sure I'm on the opposite side of a drive thru entrance so I'm not tempted to cross traffic and get a big ol hunk of fast food badness.
It's even worse on Thursdays, specifically yesterday.
On Thursdays, I take my aging grandmother (Maw-Maw) to her hair appointment, and also take her around town to run various errands for her. She likes to get lunch when we are in town. Yesterday she wanted Popeye's. She's 87, so I didn't want to go "NO! DO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT'S GONNA BE LIKE FOR ME? IT'S GOING TO SUCK SO MUCH!" so I obliged her request. For the entire ride home, I had to fight the urge to rip open her back of chicken and take a bite out of the leg. Seriously. I had delusions of pieces of tasty chicken eating other pieces of tasty chicken covered in gravy. I think I started developing an twitch. When we got home, I had to carry it into the house for her (along with her purse, but never mind that).
I threw the bag on the counter and immediately started preparing my boneless, skinless chicken breast for grilling. Little black pepper, white pepper, Tony's, garlic powder and into the Foreman Grill it went.
Best. Chicken. Ever.
But, I must confess. I'm only human.
She gave me her biscuit. She didn't want it. I took it.
It was delicious. And awful.
Did you know that Popeye's biscuits have 250 calories in them? I do now. That one freaking biscuit had more calories in it than my breakfast that morning. I won't be doing that again. I needed a reminder, apparently, that you pay for what you put into your body. I had a lapse, a momentary loss of sanity. It shan't occur again!
So, is what I'm going through similar to cigarette withdrawal? If so, all you quitters out there have my respect. You guys rock.
Today's moral? Forgive me, for I have sinned. My penance? DANCE!
Until next time, dragon slayers.
"Why?" You may be asking.
Tonight is a three hour rehearsal. A three hour DANCE rehearsal. I'm going prepared tonight though. No jeans this time, just my loose (and getting looser) fitting Marvel pajama pants, a loose fitting shirt and plenty of water. It's ON. So, no gym today. I'll be hitting up Body Pump tomorrow morning, however, then a DANCE rehearsal from 10-4! It's gonna be...poop.
But that's not the reason for this blog entry.
Cigarette smokers or former cigarette smokers, I need to ask you guys a question. Rather, I need to present a scenario and I'd like some responses on if what I'm experiencing is similar to cigarette withdrawal.
Why does all fast food smell SO GOOD to me right now? I swear, it's like I've gone mutant and gained a dog's sense of smell. Every time I pass by a McD's, BK, Wendy's, and especially Popeye's, my nostrils are filled with the delectable aroma of meat. Greasy, greasy meat. And it smells sooo good. I thought abstaining from fast food would get easier the longer I went with out it. Nuh-uh. It's gotten to the point where I have to make sure I'm on the opposite side of a drive thru entrance so I'm not tempted to cross traffic and get a big ol hunk of fast food badness.
It's even worse on Thursdays, specifically yesterday.
On Thursdays, I take my aging grandmother (Maw-Maw) to her hair appointment, and also take her around town to run various errands for her. She likes to get lunch when we are in town. Yesterday she wanted Popeye's. She's 87, so I didn't want to go "NO! DO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT'S GONNA BE LIKE FOR ME? IT'S GOING TO SUCK SO MUCH!" so I obliged her request. For the entire ride home, I had to fight the urge to rip open her back of chicken and take a bite out of the leg. Seriously. I had delusions of pieces of tasty chicken eating other pieces of tasty chicken covered in gravy. I think I started developing an twitch. When we got home, I had to carry it into the house for her (along with her purse, but never mind that).
I threw the bag on the counter and immediately started preparing my boneless, skinless chicken breast for grilling. Little black pepper, white pepper, Tony's, garlic powder and into the Foreman Grill it went.
Best. Chicken. Ever.
But, I must confess. I'm only human.
She gave me her biscuit. She didn't want it. I took it.
It was delicious. And awful.
Did you know that Popeye's biscuits have 250 calories in them? I do now. That one freaking biscuit had more calories in it than my breakfast that morning. I won't be doing that again. I needed a reminder, apparently, that you pay for what you put into your body. I had a lapse, a momentary loss of sanity. It shan't occur again!
So, is what I'm going through similar to cigarette withdrawal? If so, all you quitters out there have my respect. You guys rock.
Today's moral? Forgive me, for I have sinned. My penance? DANCE!
Until next time, dragon slayers.
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Dancing In A Muggy Warehouse or You Don't Always Have To Go To The Gym
I'm tired, I'm sweaty and I smell like the devil's armpit.
"Body Pump?", you ask?
"No.", I reply. "Choreography."
For those of you unaware, I am currently involved in the Acadiana Repertory Theatre's first show in their "ART After Dark" series, a play entitled NightFears. It's a really neat play, kind of weird and esoteric, a type of show that I've never really done before. It's very lyrical and dreamlike, and there's dancing.
Yep. The dancing that you do with your feet and legs. The dancing that requires rhythm and coordination. Not my strongest skill set. We did a read-through of the play tonight, followed by our intro the the choreography of the show.
Our Choreographer is a sweet young lady named Stacey, and tonight she showed us the basic steps that we will be going through for different scenes. It wasn't very intense, but we are going to be performing this show in an old warehouse in downtown Lafayette. It was hot and muggy. I felt like a tool when I was trying to do what Stacey was showing us, but she said we all did well (I hope that included me). It will be interesting to see how my (slowly) increasing level of fitness impacts my ability to feel comfortable while dancing. Tonight I felt weird and out of place.
In other news, because of the sheer volume of rehearsals we have for this show, I will be unable to go to the gym in the afternoons. That means I'm going to have to get up reaaaly early in the mornings to make it to my Body Pump classes. This will be the real test of my devotion. I hate getting up super early for anything, and most AM Body Pump classes start at 5:30. IN THE MORNING.
Le Sigh.
In other, other news, I'm still going strong with my dietary goals. I'm starting to miss fast food less and less, but I still sometimes have to resist the urge to cross traffic, pull into a McDonald's and order a mess of chicken nuggets. More on that in another blog, however.
So the moral of this post? If you can't stand the heat in the muggy warehouse during choreography rehearsal, maybe you shouldn't wear jeans. Or clothes. But that would just be obscene.
Now I'm going to take a shower.
Until next time, dragon slayers.
"Body Pump?", you ask?
"No.", I reply. "Choreography."
For those of you unaware, I am currently involved in the Acadiana Repertory Theatre's first show in their "ART After Dark" series, a play entitled NightFears. It's a really neat play, kind of weird and esoteric, a type of show that I've never really done before. It's very lyrical and dreamlike, and there's dancing.
Yep. The dancing that you do with your feet and legs. The dancing that requires rhythm and coordination. Not my strongest skill set. We did a read-through of the play tonight, followed by our intro the the choreography of the show.
Our Choreographer is a sweet young lady named Stacey, and tonight she showed us the basic steps that we will be going through for different scenes. It wasn't very intense, but we are going to be performing this show in an old warehouse in downtown Lafayette. It was hot and muggy. I felt like a tool when I was trying to do what Stacey was showing us, but she said we all did well (I hope that included me). It will be interesting to see how my (slowly) increasing level of fitness impacts my ability to feel comfortable while dancing. Tonight I felt weird and out of place.
In other news, because of the sheer volume of rehearsals we have for this show, I will be unable to go to the gym in the afternoons. That means I'm going to have to get up reaaaly early in the mornings to make it to my Body Pump classes. This will be the real test of my devotion. I hate getting up super early for anything, and most AM Body Pump classes start at 5:30. IN THE MORNING.
Le Sigh.
In other, other news, I'm still going strong with my dietary goals. I'm starting to miss fast food less and less, but I still sometimes have to resist the urge to cross traffic, pull into a McDonald's and order a mess of chicken nuggets. More on that in another blog, however.
So the moral of this post? If you can't stand the heat in the muggy warehouse during choreography rehearsal, maybe you shouldn't wear jeans. Or clothes. But that would just be obscene.
Now I'm going to take a shower.
Until next time, dragon slayers.
Sunday, August 15, 2010
It's Been A Successful Weekend
Hey everyone. Sorry for the lack of updates these past couple of days. Friday my internet was buggy and yesterday was a bit crazy. I've had a good weekend though, hanging out with Jeff and Summer, and seeing the strides that Jeff is making in his weight loss management has been super cool.
On Saturday I walked into my brother's house, and the remnants of a birthday party abounded. Chocolate cake, pizza and donuts abounded. I quickly fended off the advance of Bad Decision Casey by eating a blueberry Special K Bar. I got to go swimming with my brother's bunch, my brother from another mother and his little girl. Later, my bro cooked up some grilled chicken breasts, corn and baked beans. A good time was had by all. After dinner, I said my goodbyes and proceeded to hang with Jeff and Summer, we went down to The Sports Pit and rocked people's faces off with our karaoke. And then...
It was like two AM and we were really hungry. We tried to go to KD's, a local diner with some healthy menu options, but there was no way we were getting in there, as it was far too busy and far too small of a building for all of us late nighters to get in. So, we had to go with our other option, IHOP.
It is possible to eat healthy-ish at two AM at an IHOP. I got some Rosemary Chicken. It was quite good.
Today, we hung out, went to the movies (Scott Pilgrim Vs. The World is FANTASTIC), and got an unintended bit of exercise when we discovered that after the movie, the mall's main doors were closed, and we had to walk around the perimeter of the entire mall in the heat in order to get back to the truck. We got home, Jeff made an excellent grilled chicken salad, and we're all now here sitting around visiting and posting in our blogs. (At least, I'm posting in mine.)
So, fellow dragon slayers, it's been a good weekend. The moral for the past couple of days: It's good to have folks around who are willing to go the distance with you.
As an added bonus, I've inspired my first person! My brother, Corey has decided to go get on the treadmill and lift weights every day in order to lose some "I quit smoking" weight. Good job brother, love ya!
Until next time dragon slayers. Until next time.
On Saturday I walked into my brother's house, and the remnants of a birthday party abounded. Chocolate cake, pizza and donuts abounded. I quickly fended off the advance of Bad Decision Casey by eating a blueberry Special K Bar. I got to go swimming with my brother's bunch, my brother from another mother and his little girl. Later, my bro cooked up some grilled chicken breasts, corn and baked beans. A good time was had by all. After dinner, I said my goodbyes and proceeded to hang with Jeff and Summer, we went down to The Sports Pit and rocked people's faces off with our karaoke. And then...
It was like two AM and we were really hungry. We tried to go to KD's, a local diner with some healthy menu options, but there was no way we were getting in there, as it was far too busy and far too small of a building for all of us late nighters to get in. So, we had to go with our other option, IHOP.
It is possible to eat healthy-ish at two AM at an IHOP. I got some Rosemary Chicken. It was quite good.
Today, we hung out, went to the movies (Scott Pilgrim Vs. The World is FANTASTIC), and got an unintended bit of exercise when we discovered that after the movie, the mall's main doors were closed, and we had to walk around the perimeter of the entire mall in the heat in order to get back to the truck. We got home, Jeff made an excellent grilled chicken salad, and we're all now here sitting around visiting and posting in our blogs. (At least, I'm posting in mine.)
So, fellow dragon slayers, it's been a good weekend. The moral for the past couple of days: It's good to have folks around who are willing to go the distance with you.
As an added bonus, I've inspired my first person! My brother, Corey has decided to go get on the treadmill and lift weights every day in order to lose some "I quit smoking" weight. Good job brother, love ya!
Until next time dragon slayers. Until next time.
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Not much going on today
Hey everyone, this will be a short entry. Not much of note happened today, but I still want to keep in the habit of posting every day. I did have one major triumph today, however. I managed to do a solid 30 minutes on a bike without stopping. Considering I could do barely 10 just a week ago, I was quite proud of myself.
I'm completely over the "finding out my weight" thing, it took all day yesterday and a good portion of today, but I think I've managed to get it out of the forefront, and get back to business as usual. Thanks again to everyone who supported me in that venture.
Hmm, today's moral? I suppose it could be "celebrate your victories, even the small ones". Not too much to go on.
I see I've ballooned to eleven readers this week, including my friend and fellow Flogging Molly concert goer, The Bear Monk. Glad to see you here, sir.
Well, I suppose that's all I've got for this evening. Hopefully I'll be a little more inspired tomorrow. Tomorrow is Body Pump again if I can get home from my Lafayette meeting in time, and I'll be in Lake Charles this weekend, so I'll probably work out at the gym on Saturday before I head to LC. Sunday..I'm sure I'll think of something as far as exercise goes. Me, my hetero-lifemate Jeff and his lovely girlfriend Summer are going to go check out Scott Pilgrim Vs. The World. It should be great.
Until tomorrow everyone, take care of yourselves.
I'm completely over the "finding out my weight" thing, it took all day yesterday and a good portion of today, but I think I've managed to get it out of the forefront, and get back to business as usual. Thanks again to everyone who supported me in that venture.
Hmm, today's moral? I suppose it could be "celebrate your victories, even the small ones". Not too much to go on.
I see I've ballooned to eleven readers this week, including my friend and fellow Flogging Molly concert goer, The Bear Monk. Glad to see you here, sir.
Well, I suppose that's all I've got for this evening. Hopefully I'll be a little more inspired tomorrow. Tomorrow is Body Pump again if I can get home from my Lafayette meeting in time, and I'll be in Lake Charles this weekend, so I'll probably work out at the gym on Saturday before I head to LC. Sunday..I'm sure I'll think of something as far as exercise goes. Me, my hetero-lifemate Jeff and his lovely girlfriend Summer are going to go check out Scott Pilgrim Vs. The World. It should be great.
Until tomorrow everyone, take care of yourselves.
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