I am back. Christmas was good. I ate and ate and ate some more. Exercise began today with running about a mile and half one way, and then walking back. The first mile in the cold air cleared out a lot of phlegm. It's nice to be able to breath again. I've been stuffed up lately.
This running was brought about by the fact that I've been putting on some pounds lately. Well, basically since I stopped exercising last summer. Having a girlfriend will cramp any workout regime; having a harpy who can't be left alone for two goddamned seconds and actually trying to date her for six months is worse. Stress adds to the fat, don't you know. And then, of course, the drinking after it's all done just to get it out of your head; trying to get your mind back. It really is true that if you hear the same shit over and over you start to believe it.
Man I don't miss that bullshit at all; it does piss me off that just the thought of it can piss me off so much. That's my own fault, that I put up with it so long. Live and learn.
ANYWAY... I've been eating lots. Last week's Christmas party leftovers at work meant chicken parm three meals a day. And then homecookin'; I decided to shoot for the too heavy for my own good weight of 200lbs while at home. I left after lunch yesterday feeling crappy since I was basically forcing fudge down my throat, and I was breathing pretty hard while tying my shoes. A car ride featuring a coke, filet-o'fish, fries, and a vanilla shake later, I hopped on the scale and saw "199.0" looking back at me over the horizon of my stomach.
Today I barely ate anything and went running. I feel a lot better. I don't know when I'll feel hungry again. I'm kinda curious.
I've got to get my life right again. Here's to beginning right now.
Wednesday, December 27, 2006
Saturday, December 09, 2006
my boring week
And now for the recap of the last seven days of my life.
Last Saturday: I woke up at about 1 in the afternoon and pulled a muscle in my neck/upper back. I could barely move all last weekend, which didn't interfere with my plans of Metroid Prime and movie watching at all.
Last Sunday: Same as Saturday, but with a morning visit to WebMd and the addition of an icepack. The icepack, by the way, is an immense help if you ever pull anything.
Monday: Went to work. Neck was still pretty stiff, but better. Eric laughed every time I had to turn my head and said something to the effect that I looked like Frankenstein. Dave had what I feel to be a more accurate description of the situation when he said hat my movements reminded him of Michael Keaton's portrayal of Batman. Metroid Prime at night.
Tuesday: I called the dealership garage, as my check engine light was on. I had figured it was an oxygen sensor, and it was. They fixed it that afternoon. I also learned why I got a good deal on my car (from a used car place, naturally). Maintenance needs exist. I can do a bunch myself, but some I could not. That was crappy news, but I took it for what it was. Also, I felt somewhat better because when I picked up the car I noticed that there were some good looking women walking around that place. The cashier was, how can I put this delicately?, stacked. I did my best not to stare but my mood upon leaving was good, even though I had just spent hundreds of dollars, and I was going to need to spend more. Metroid Prime at night. I also got the reimbursement check from my travel from a month ago. It made me laugh out loud since the value of the check was pretty much the same as the bills for the car were going to be. I can't get ahead, but I somehow seem to stay even, barely.
Wednesday: Called to schedule an appointment for the timing belt. Nothing spectacular the rest of the day. Metroid Prime at night, along with some budgeting and planning.
Thursday: Dropped of the car for the timing belt. They replace a bunch of other seals and belts with this one since they pretty much have to take the engine out of the car. Different girl at the cashier's desk. Cuter. This girl was put together like a woman should be. I realised on the way home that I haven't felt that way about a women since the last girl I dated nearly broke my will to live. That was a bad relationship. I think I've now woken up to the fact that I could have a good one again; I'm not broken. I then pictured George Costanza yelling, "I'm back, baby!". That's how I felt. And more Metroid, of course.
Friday: I had a BOMBA for lunch. This is a sandwich (which I'm sure I've written about before) from the local sub shop. It's basically a steak and cheese with onions, peppers, mushrooms, and salami on very good bread. I put Tabasco on it. And one of my coworkers had gotten some pizza but they put pepperoni on it by mistake, so I threw that in to. This is the best sandwich in the world. Period. And this was a good one. Seriously, I can't stress it enough. Best. In. The. World. Anything else is just playing for second. Beat a boss in Metroid, got the spider ball, watched Glengarry, Glen Ross. Poked around the internet for some fonts and design ideas for a redesign for this site.
And that brings us to today: Woke up a twenty after noon, made an egg, oatmeal, and coffee. Currently typing away on this. I've got some errands to run, I need to go for a walk, my hair is in desperate need of a trim, and there is laundry to do. I also want to get Apache up and running on this machine, and working on trying out some different development ideas I've been wanting to try.
That's one heck of a laundry list of a post. Sorry to bore.
Last Saturday: I woke up at about 1 in the afternoon and pulled a muscle in my neck/upper back. I could barely move all last weekend, which didn't interfere with my plans of Metroid Prime and movie watching at all.
Last Sunday: Same as Saturday, but with a morning visit to WebMd and the addition of an icepack. The icepack, by the way, is an immense help if you ever pull anything.
Monday: Went to work. Neck was still pretty stiff, but better. Eric laughed every time I had to turn my head and said something to the effect that I looked like Frankenstein. Dave had what I feel to be a more accurate description of the situation when he said hat my movements reminded him of Michael Keaton's portrayal of Batman. Metroid Prime at night.
Tuesday: I called the dealership garage, as my check engine light was on. I had figured it was an oxygen sensor, and it was. They fixed it that afternoon. I also learned why I got a good deal on my car (from a used car place, naturally). Maintenance needs exist. I can do a bunch myself, but some I could not. That was crappy news, but I took it for what it was. Also, I felt somewhat better because when I picked up the car I noticed that there were some good looking women walking around that place. The cashier was, how can I put this delicately?, stacked. I did my best not to stare but my mood upon leaving was good, even though I had just spent hundreds of dollars, and I was going to need to spend more. Metroid Prime at night. I also got the reimbursement check from my travel from a month ago. It made me laugh out loud since the value of the check was pretty much the same as the bills for the car were going to be. I can't get ahead, but I somehow seem to stay even, barely.
Wednesday: Called to schedule an appointment for the timing belt. Nothing spectacular the rest of the day. Metroid Prime at night, along with some budgeting and planning.
Thursday: Dropped of the car for the timing belt. They replace a bunch of other seals and belts with this one since they pretty much have to take the engine out of the car. Different girl at the cashier's desk. Cuter. This girl was put together like a woman should be. I realised on the way home that I haven't felt that way about a women since the last girl I dated nearly broke my will to live. That was a bad relationship. I think I've now woken up to the fact that I could have a good one again; I'm not broken. I then pictured George Costanza yelling, "I'm back, baby!". That's how I felt. And more Metroid, of course.
Friday: I had a BOMBA for lunch. This is a sandwich (which I'm sure I've written about before) from the local sub shop. It's basically a steak and cheese with onions, peppers, mushrooms, and salami on very good bread. I put Tabasco on it. And one of my coworkers had gotten some pizza but they put pepperoni on it by mistake, so I threw that in to. This is the best sandwich in the world. Period. And this was a good one. Seriously, I can't stress it enough. Best. In. The. World. Anything else is just playing for second. Beat a boss in Metroid, got the spider ball, watched Glengarry, Glen Ross. Poked around the internet for some fonts and design ideas for a redesign for this site.
And that brings us to today: Woke up a twenty after noon, made an egg, oatmeal, and coffee. Currently typing away on this. I've got some errands to run, I need to go for a walk, my hair is in desperate need of a trim, and there is laundry to do. I also want to get Apache up and running on this machine, and working on trying out some different development ideas I've been wanting to try.
That's one heck of a laundry list of a post. Sorry to bore.
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
break even day
Have you ever had one of those days where you just break even? Not one where nothing happens, but one where you have some really good, and some utter crap? I had one of those. I'd explain it more, but I'm tired. Too much Metroid on the GameCube last night, and too much beans and rice on the dinner plate this evening.
I may get back to regular post one of these days.
I may get back to regular post one of these days.
Friday, December 01, 2006
Thank You For Smoking
This movie was one that had been near the top of my queue for a while. I finally watched it tonight. It was great. It really is "a movie about spin", not about tobacco. I liked it because it not only ripped "big tobacco" (indirectly, and well), but tore into media, show biz, lobbyists, and government, (again, indirectly, and well) as well.
Naturally, I like this sort of criticism. I compare it to Stephen Colbert ripping the White House Pres Corp; sure he made fun of the President, but he also made fun of the people whose duty it is to call him out on his [purported] wrongdoings, and who did not. All parties involved there had it coming. The parties in this film (including you) do as well.
Netflix that shit now.
Naturally, I like this sort of criticism. I compare it to Stephen Colbert ripping the White House Pres Corp; sure he made fun of the President, but he also made fun of the people whose duty it is to call him out on his [purported] wrongdoings, and who did not. All parties involved there had it coming. The parties in this film (including you) do as well.
Netflix that shit now.
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