If it’s possible to have a food hangover then I am experiencing one today. I’ve come to realize that I’ve lost all discipline in my life and that if I ever want to lose weight I should turn over food ordering rei
gns to someone else because I am no longer capable of making sensible decisions. In fact, I’m starting to believe that my near decade long descent into the purgatory in which I exist has been predicated by the lack of a partner. I’ve let myself go, in more ways than just my weight, because I am the only one who relies on my existence.
Last night I ordered the full rack of ribs, which comes with two side items, thankfully I chose green beans as one of those side items. But a full rack? Really? Just because it “only” cost $5 more than the half rack? Other, normal people, would have seen the full rack arrive and quickly determine that it would be in their best interest to take at least half of it home. Not me. Nope. I plowed through those bad boys as if it were my last meal. And for that I am paying today.
On the positive? I doubt that I’ll require breakfast. And, when I head to Slopes BBQ for lunch with coworkers so that we can enjoy the $25 Groupon that I have I should be able to refrain from being a complete pig.
It Is Baboon!
(Please tell me that I am not the only one who gets my play on words, stealing from the F-Troop line “It is balloon!” see also: Lance Strate’s blog post from 2007 pondering the same question.)
The reason for the gathering last night was to play team trivia. The assembled fivesome, three of which were part of the team who took first place a few weeks ago, were set to repeat as champions. This time we had more competition however, including a team that kicked our ass (we finished in second place) and a team which contained a 100% Paulie approved young lady who was there with her boyfriend of course. [She actually dropped a bit as she went outside for a smoke after trivia ended, and I’m sure had she been revealing more skin there would have been at least one tattoo.]
Our second place finish was rewarded with a $15 coupon, which we added to the $20 coupon we got for winning a few weeks ago. Normally the bar/restaurant doesn’t let you use you winnings on the night on which they were won, but we know one of the owners and he knows we’ll be back, so there was no reluctance to letting us get a $35 discount for our table. Given that I was able to bring in my own beer the night turned out to be pleasantly cheap, if not overly filling.
One of the questions we missed regarded from which animal Baby Fae received her heart transplant twenty-five years ago yesterday? We guessed pig, and I was fairly certain about this. The answer was baboon. In thinking about the question this morning I’m curious to know why I thought a pig’s heart would be sufficient for a human transplant. I don’t think that I realized that the entire heart was transplanted. Either that, or it was the ribs I was eating which influenced my thoughts.
ITP Flickr Pic
Billy Jack’s BBQ and Shrimp Co (wow, do I dislike that name) has yet to secure a liquor license so until they do it’s BYOB.
Last night I cruised the package store which sits near the corner of Howell Mill and Collier and decided that 21st Amendment Brewery‘s Back in Black Ale would be my drink of choice. It was a hard choice for me to make as that package store contains a large selection of quality beer.
The Return Of Flip Flops
It’s been nearly a month since I’ve worn flip flops and given that it’s probably going to hit 80Âº F on October 27th I decided to break them out one last time. My decision was helped by the fact that I needed to wear stretchy-waistband shorts today.
The last time I wore flip flops was October 1st, a day easily burned into my memory because it was the day on which my luck was supposed to change for the better and the day which ended with me stumbling (sober) and kicking the shit out of a concrete stair with my left big toe which had no protection because I was wearing flip flops. While the toe is still discolored, the nail is still hanging in there and I consider the toe to be presentable to the public — at least to those who will actually look at my feet today.
Stats & Goals
Current Mood – fat
Current Music – silence
Website Of The Day – I’m not sure that I’m to the point where I need Overeaters Anonymous (yes, it exists) but I’m getting close..
Mode Of Transportation To Work – my car
Exercise (b)Log – nothing
Morning Weigh-In – didn’t check because I didn’t want to know.
Pages Of 1001 Paintings You Must See Before You Die Read – 77
Foot Mileage – 0 miles, Wheel Mileage – 0 miles
Pushups – 0, Situps – 0
Consecutive Days Of Bed-Making (Longest Streak) – 0 (0)
Vegetarian Days – 9, Carnivorous Days – 17
Marta Rides To Work – 0
Bike Rides To Work – 0
– Not to get sick for the entire month
– Not get fired from my job
– Ride my bicycle no fewer than 200 miles
– Determine the fate of Sharpened Stone, LLC
– Complete at least one iPhone application (seriously, this needs to happen)
– lose five pounds
– eat vegetarian at least one day a week
– Reduce my weight to 185 pounds (starting weight was 198 pounds) [update: On July 1 I’ve sadly gained weight; I’m at 203 pounds]
– Completely read the book 1001 Paintings You Must See Before You Die
– Earn at least $150 through photography sales in order to cover the cost for the renewal of the Sharpened Stone.
– Save $500 for the sole purpose of donating to charitable organizations of my choice
– Attend at least one professional photography workshop
– Enter no fewer than three photographic competitions / gallery showings
Get the Black Sheep stats out of Excel and online, completed
Ride in no fewer than two 50 mile or 50K bike rides, completed
– Complete my Taco Mac Passport requirement of 125 beers
– Continue backing up all data, including the off-site storage
– Become a proficient programmer in
PHP and CSS Objective-C
– Do not create a solution for something which is not a problem