Drinking Like I’m 199.9 Pounds
For as much as I gripe about my weight you’d think that I’d stop using my piehole as a catch-all for any food or beer that is near it. Sadly this is not true and I am paying for it dearly at least mentally if not also physically.
I understand that I am the gatekeeper of my own piehole which what confuses me most when I wake up on mornings like today and don’t even consider stepping on my scale, and let out a sigh loud enough to fill my entire house because the pants which I put on are far more uncomfortable than they were the previous time I wore them.
ITP Flickr Pic
This is one of the paintings on the side of the building that used to house Lenny’s
I Got Me Some Culturing This Weekend
Watch me as I gloss over the fact that I was at the Islanders/Thrashers hockey game on Friday night and watched my favorite team lose in overtime. Rats! Oh well, I’ll be back on Thursday night to cheer on my boys from the island.
On Saturday I went to see some of that Billy Shakespeare stuff at his theater near the adult video store on Peachtree. Them actors have an awful load of talent. If they’d only learn to speak English so that normal-folk like me can understand them it’d be mostly appreciated. While there I saw the play “The Merry Wives of Windsor” which seemed like a poor title. The wives didn’t act merry at all, they were mostly devious. I guess “The Devious Wives of Windsor” must have been used by another writer by the time Billy penned his play.
After the play a few of us were going to go into this bar called Djanos for a drink. Once I arrived at the door and saw that they were frisking people for weapons I knew that it was not the bar for me.
I Had A Dream, It Was An Awful Dream
Last night I had a vividly-real dream that someone had broken into my house and was holding me at gunpoint. Lovely, eh? I don’t know what triggered the dream (sorry about that pun) but it was so realistic that I had to get out of bed and check around a bit.
I rarely remember my dreams when I awake. I really wish that this had been another of those that I knew nothing about…
What I Am Supposed To Do
I have a ticket for the sold out Jeff Tweedy show at The Tabernacle tonight but am not sure I will be using it. I am so worn out from this weekend, and when combined with my hatred of cold weather I just might bundle up and go to sleep when I get home. Skipping concerts is not something I want to do, but sometimes you need to do the things you have to do when there are competing things that you want to do.
And now for some ideas stolen from LiveJournal…
Current Mood – worn out
Current Music – Sirius Satellite Radio, Channel 26 playing The Shins — “Sleeping Lessons”
Website Of The Day – I admit that I have a food addiction. At least by just looking at food photos at Tastespotting I shouldn’t get any fatter.
Exercise (b)Log – none; none; running/walking, 4 miles
1) Lose two pounds. (starting weight 205 lbs)
2) Run no fewer than fifty miles.
3) Do twenty push-ups and fifty sit-ups at least three times a week.
4) See Manchester Orchestra in concert. [failed]
5) Read two books. [one down, one to go]
So I guess I should have taken the leftovers home with me?
Thanks for a great Sunday Run.
No, I think the real problem was that there were no beer leftovers. Sure I didn’t drink all of the beer, but I certainly helped out.
You didn’t want to get frisked when going in the bar? Were you packing?
Don’t go home and sleep… get on your wind trainer- even I hear it calling.
I can understand this food addiction thing which is why I have to be on some sort of regimine that doesn’t necessarily limit amounts of foods, but kinds of foods (such as low-carb, or all fat-free, or no meats, etc). I swear if you could give up carbs for 2 weeks, it would jump start your energy and will power, even if you switch back off that again. (Plus, you can drop 10lbs. in 2 weeks, no joke!) It’s really just enough to get a jump start, which honestly, is probably all you need.
Of course, that’s so not easy when a)beers have carbs and b)Super Bowl is this weekend.
Steve, I probably will spend some time on the trainer tonight.
Stacy, I love, love, love carbs. Believe it or not I could kick beer for a while, it’s the other carbs that would make me grouchy. The thought of losing 10lbs in two weeks is enticing however…
I think the wives were merry, and yes, very devious. They were having a blast playing jokes on John Falstaff & their husbands. As for the language, you get used to not knowing exactly what they are saying, it does help when they do a lot of physical comedy. The synopsis that is provided has saved me from being lost many times.
Well we tried to get rid of as much of it as we could while you and Harold were out. I try harder next time.
Ah, but you all failed to figure out just how prepared I was… I had that extra 12-pack of Sam Adams ready. 🙂