A Monday In Hell
Actually it really wasn't a hell, it just fit. Today was "Day One", where I get back to keeping track of my food intake (at least as much as/when possible) for a bit, get portions under control and try to shed the fall/holiday layer of flubber that I have enjoyed putting on. Curse you beer! Sweet, tasty, BIG beers!! Luckily we're only talking about 10 pounds (some days less depending on what kind of movements I've had, LOL!).
I can't imagine being one of the New Years Resolution types (God bless them) that stand atop the scale and find themselves 50 or 60 pounds overweight. I've been there (-100 bitches), I know it's tough, and I wish them luck. I just hope that anyone reading this that is in that sitch doesn't think they will do it with diet pills, whack job TV "experts" and fad diets. Eat good food, exercise, change you lifestyle and please give two giant middle fingers to fast food!
Fast food is like sex with a hooker. There's no work, it feels good at the time, but you will feel like shit afterwards, feel unsatisfied, and it could kill you. For the record I've never slept with a hooker. Although I'm sure I thought about sleeping with Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman, but I have a feeling that most hookers don't look like that. Just a feeling.
How I got from starting the "training table" back up to hookers, I'm not sure? Sorry. Anyway, it feels good to have some purpose to my eating again, and not just bellying up to the burrito trough like normally do. Speaking of burrito troughs and diets... THIS was brought to my attention today. What a bunch of shit. Meanwhile I've been to Taco Bell ONCE in my life and I gotta tell you the burritos were NOT that big. It was about as big as an average sized dog turd, and didn't take much better. You want good, fresh, healthy Mexican food? Make it yourself.
Back to the Monday In Hell...
Today was B-Man's last day of Christmas break, and Wifey (who usually has Monday's off) was working, so as to have Friday off and be home for B-Man (since I'll be off getting my Southern Cross on). Which left me in a work out conundrum. When would I get one in? Wifey wouldn't be home until well after 6, and I KNEW I would have lose interest in a trainer ride by that point. So I put plan 35-b into effect. Bring the trainer up from the Stankment, get my spin on and be there for B if he needed me. B-Man was sucked into his new Nintendo DS thing-a-ma-jig, so I mounted up in the living room, watched a Sunday in Hell on the tube, and got some big ring climbing intervals in. Thanks B.
So see it wasn't a Monday In Hell, it was a SUNDAY, and the only thing hellish was the amount of sweat that came off me due to the 70* temps of the living room, in contrast to the normal 50ish of the basement, "climbing" like a fool and going nowhere. Yikes! Yeah, I know I should have had the fan, but it was pain in the ass enough to drag the bike, trainer, etc, upstairs without fetching the fan from the attic too. Cheers to B-Man for chilling and playing while I got my workout in. He's been great to have home the past couple weeks, but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't craving the routine of the school week. ;)
Anxious to get to the dentist tomorrow to FINALLY get my permanent crown put on. Good thing too, because I lost the tip of this one a couple days ago and it's hanging on by a thread and I look even more white trash than normal.