Wasted Days And Wasted Nights

Don’t get me wrong, I certainly enjoyed all of the drinking and celebrating I did this weekend, but my drinking left me nothing short of useless to do anything else. I had aspirations of being rather productive, which I guess I was if you can measure the productivity in drinking too much beer, eating too much food, getting depressed because pants are not fitting, and sleeping like a champion.

I’m giving up for the time being; I cannot continue on the 5/7ths vegetarian lifestyle. I’m unhappy and on two out of the past three days I ate meat when I was not supposed to, even if on one occasion it was only one (wafer thin) slice of venison sausage.

Worse than that, not only am I not losing weight, I’m gaining weight. I blame this phenomena on my lack of exercise, but if that is the reason that I’m not losing weight then my meat restriction is uncalled for.

On the positive side of the ledger I’ve learned about myself and I’ve learned about a lot of food that I’ve ignored.

ITP Flickr Pic
We had many Santas on the pub crawl Saturday but only one Papa Noel Miguel.
All I Want For Christmas Is For Santa To Give Me Back To Mommy
I can’t blame the child for crying as we’d been drinking crap beer all afternoon and probably smelled like ashtrays thanks to all of the cigarette smoke in the bars.

Bonus ITP Flickr Pic
On Sunday I attended the annual cookie swap done by my Sunday Morning Runners Group. As in past years I failed to actually run, but unlike the indiscretion of last year when I brought store-bought cookies, I produce these
Molasses Spice Cookies - Up Close And Personal
These are molasses spice cookies that I baked up prior to going out for the pub crawl on Saturday. When I ate a test cookie on Saturday morning I was rather pleased with myself. Unfortunately for my tastebuds the cookies hardened up overnight to the point that made a cup of liquid in which to dunk them necessary — at least for me.

Perhaps The Best Decision I Made On Sunday
The cookie swap was held at a friend’s house in Grant Park. Figuring that I wasn’t going to get a run in I mapped a two-mile path, which was pretty much a straight line, and walked. Yes, I walked. When I was a child people used to walk a lot. I’ve used the sketchiness of the neighborhood as an excuse not to walk all too often, albeit somewhat justifiably so. I’m hoping that I choose to walk to more places often, it certainly won’t hurt my waistline.

And now for some ideas stolen from LiveJournal…
Current Mood – meh
Current Music – listening to the “Sound Opinions” podcast
Website Of The Day – I’m not sure I can commit to Flaab, but it seems like an interesting concept.
Mode Of Transportation To Work – my car
Exercise (b)Log – Sunday: walking, 4 miles

Foot Mileage – 8 miles
Wheel Mileage – 0 miles
Consecutive Days Of Bed-Making (Longest Streak) – 15 (15)
Vegetarian Days – 9
Carnivorous Days – 5
Marta Rides – 0

Books To Read To Earn Kindle – 4

December Goals
1) Lose no fewer than two pounds
2) Drink no soda
3) Run no fewer than 50 miles
4) Completely read no fewer than one book
5) Write at least one program using Ruby on Rails

Paulie [eatl/ga]

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15 Responses to Wasted Days And Wasted Nights

  1. Gentri says:

    It is a hard season to try and be on a diet. I thinking chucking it till the New Year is a good idea*… temptation is around every corner and at every party! My pants are also fighting a loosing battle currently… although muscle weighs more, so I’m going to just “assume” that I weigh more because of that… you might also wish to do the same! 😉

    *although we are ignoring some “hidden” benefits like reduced cholesterol, etc that your diet is bringing you….

  2. I agree, although I cannot blame the season on my weakness. And as more than one person has fervently pointed out to me just because I’m not eating meat doesn’t mean that I’m eating healthfully.

    fwiw- exercise starts again tonight… once I return home from the laundromat. Tune in tomorrow to read about my adventures.

  3. Barb says:

    Who’s child was Papa Miguel trying to steal?

    The cookies look really good in the picture.

    Sorry I missed the pub crawl, but there weren’t enough hours in the day on Saturday. And, I learned something new about what food works well for a hangover. In a drunken conversation Friday night, a group of us decided to go to Tasty China on Saturday for lunch. I wasn’t feeling all that energetic on Saturday, but figured what the hell, we weren’t going to bail on lunch. I gotta say, some spicy chinese food made me totally forget I wasn’t feeling all that great. AND, at 2PM on a Saturday, there was a wait for tables. Luckily, we got there at 1PM, and had no problem.

  4. The baby is Tasty Pie’s. She had her son get his photo taken with Papa Miguel a few years back so it was only fitting that child number two get the same treatment.

    The cookies were great out of the oven. It was the next morning that they disappointed me.

    Don’t be sorry, you’d have to drive a long way to drink so much. Now that I’m available to eat meat any day of the week Tasty China is a happy thought.

  5. Sal says:

    Hopefully no one will sue you for broken teeth! You could always use the cookies for hockey pucks! 🙂

    Dang: where was I during the Tasty China conversation. I must have left already!

  6. Barb says:

    sorry Sal, it was later in the evening, you might have been gone. I really didn’t think it was actually going to happen either.

    I guess we need to plan an ITP reader Tasty China outing.
    Allan has discovered that the Boiled Fish with Red chilis is really good, and very hot.

    Since I’m the closest, all you further away folks need to pick a night.

  7. Tasty Pie says:

    Oh YAY! I was hoping you’d manage to get that shot. I failed and only got one with Bea’s back and no screaming face as PWD turned her around or people stepped in front of me while she was still forward facing. Though, I was rather pleased with the inclusion of the sleigh in my version. 😉 Thanks for posting that. We had a good afternoon.

  8. Stacy says:

    Oh yeah – the cookies look amazing! 🙂 And as I’m never too far from a cup of coffee, dunking in liquids would never be a problem.

    I hear ya on the walking. Sometimes I walk up to the Kroger (about a mile) instead of driving, thinking: I did this as kid ALL THE TIME. My friends and I would go for walks after school *just because.* But I am impressed you did it in the cold. That’s where I find my limitations!

  9. Martha says:

    I’m so glad the 5/7 thing is done (at least for now), it seemed to cause you too much stress…which isn’t good for weight loss.

    Yeah, between the holidays and a new beau, the best I can hope for is to maintain…after the new year I can get back to losing more weight. Course that means I can’t do much more in the way of shoping for new clothes…

    I thought your cookies were really good, not too dry at all. You are your hardest critic.

    I almost ran over to Harold’s yesterday but I had too much crap to carry. Nibbles is usless for hauling anything. Was it just me or was that a bottomless cooler yesterday? Everytime I opened it, it was still full of beer.

  10. I think it was a magical cooler. People bringing more beer over probably didn’t help much either. 🙂

  11. @Stacy: The cold stops you? Aren’t you the one from Wisconsin who is about to go back to visit this Christmas? Make sure to take plenty of layers. 🙂

  12. Ha, that’s interesting.

  13. Martha says:

    I don’t think that jobs pays enough to support your camera habit…much less live on.

    I LOVE Uncle Harold’s magical beer cooler, I wonder if Santa will bring me one for Christmas, lord knows we will need it.

    @Stacy, now I’ve heard it all…a Midwestern girl complaining about the cold in Atlanta. I bet you get stopped at the Mason-Dixon line. 😉

  14. Very true. Very true. I’ve grown accustom to living large (too large around the waist).

    That cooler is probably one-of-a-kind, kinda like that remote control in “Click”

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