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I did get into town, after a shower. I stopped by the gym. It was absolutely packed. Later, I thought. I did a bit of shopping, if I missed picking up several small batteries at Walmart. Oh, and I forgot my wallet so I had to return home as well, before doing the shopping. Way too many coats and pants, that wallet can hide in. I am surprised I don't do that more often. A little bit of food, plus something my friend asked for. Then to the liquor store for another request. I also looked at their scotch selection. Seeing nothing I liked, or even had tasted, I looked at the vodka section but didn't see my favorite, then went on to the whiskey section. There is always Crown Royal, it is good. And I have actually tried, and enjoyed most of the whiskeys they had. I just wasn't feeling it. Few, save C.R., stood out. And I don't think even C.R., after some scotches I have had, would do. Then I saw it, something that I truly have enjoyed. Tullamore Dew. I don't know if it is considered a fine sip. I don't care. I just know that it makes for a great snort once an occasional, until I can find one of my favored scotches. It's an Irish whiskey, if that actually means anything other than that is or used to be made in Ireland, or by and Irishmen of whatever current nationality. So, I have something in stock for when I return on a particularly cold day, or have to go out into one... or... just because.
Back to look at the parking lot at the gym. *shrug* Pretty much full up. My guess is as soon as the various schools let out the place is nothing but kids and families. Fine, fine, it's good to see. It just isn't where I want to be. I am simply going to have to force my way back into getting up early again. I don't know if I can actually back things up, go to bed early, and wake up early, again, or if I still have to force the schedule around. The former would be a WHOLE lot faster, if not easier, for me. Maybe as my health improves? I did call the doc today, and suggested that I am still having outliers in the 140's/90's a couple times a week. Not a problem, I was told. That was considered excellent. I need to remember my stats every day, again, for a while. They like looking over the book. At least I have been doing them in 5-7 day periods, so there is some continuity for them to examine. I must be honest, part of the reason I don't like keeping, or informing docs, is the worry that I will become simply a test animal. And, yeah, I'm pretty sure I've seen that attempted. Once you are a "good test animal", your health becomes less important (and valuable to your doctor, hospital, M.I.C. (medical industrial complex, which is the real boogeyman)) than the data. Don't give it to them, for the most part. That's my opinion, mind you. Albeit I have slightly more trust with the heart clinic, for my own reasons.
I had thought to make fried chicken gizzards for my friend and myself. The problem is, he can't eat them. His teeth are pretty weak and gizzards are, well... tough, chewy. I am sure we can order in chicken wings though. I had thought about having a few beers for the game, but I think I'll skip after my recent sipping. I never was able to drink heavily, day after day. While I can drink deep, I need days to weeks before I could, and probably can, have another sip. Certainly when I went, or go, deep. It truly is the oddest thing. Oh, I tried... to disastrous results. And I'm still... tasting... the beer. I wonder if I have some kind of beer stomach, like a camel? What surprises me more is that I didn't gain any weight.
Hmm, on to something else. A bit of reading and maybe some sleep. Good night, I hope.
I am looking at an old age wherein I lose everything on a daily basis.
ReplyDeleteI have taken to having specific places that everything from my pockets go whenever I arrive home. A drawer at my desk in the apartment, and a hanging basket at the farm. And I curse myself blue when I fail to adhere to protocol. It makes Daisycat laugh. Which is fine. She sees that I am harsher on myself than I am on her. I really am capable of becoming royally pissed at my own self. Which I admit is kind of funny. But my brain farts do genuinely make me wrathful.
For other stuff I am wont to lose, I approach it a different way. I own probably six or more 25 foot tape measures, have at least a dozen permanent markers lying about in various places, and have many more small phillips screwdrivers than an organized squirrel would actually need. I need to stock up on 13 mm sockets and wrenches, and a couple of other tools that inevitably go missing.
What surprises me is that I have been sticking to my nightly martini routine on this my current hcg weightloss cycle, and it has had no effect upon my weight loss. If anything, I've been losing faster this time. That is a function of my high level of physical exertion on the weekends, but I was given to understand that alcohol was an impediment to weightloss on this protocol. Not so, apparently.
ReplyDeleteI am now down 19 lbs since starting two weeks ago. I have a week yet to go.
I am certainly pleased. I missed my martini on previous cycles.
I've got to tell you, I don't know, completely, what has happened. But since moving to Utah, my memory... organization... or something... has improved dramatically. You would not think the man I was is the man I am, just from that alone. I haven't lost my wallet out here, nor my keys. My phone disappears from time to time, but 90% of the time I simply don't care (as I know it is in the house). My tools are in excellent order (if I don't use them nearly as often, or have multiple projects at once). I seem to have lost the watch, and forgot the batteries (sort of in protest though too), but... that is unusual.
ReplyDeleteAs for age, I doubt that. I think you are just running on a razor thin margin... with work, travel, home, woman, and all else? I think you are being hard on yourself in this and now.
I honestly used to wonder if I had "invisible people" (thieves or pranksters) messing with me. And, actually, I do suspect my last gal, half on purpose, half because she is a ditz. Then I had neighbors of... a highly questionable nature, plus the thugs who the police ignored who trespassed. So, maybe it wasn't me, there. That is impossible for me to know.
Congratulations on the weight loss! Martini man, eh? Vodka or Gin? I know I have asked before, but I forgot. A specific brand? I like both a bit, but only after finding the whole big world of much better gins and finding my way to decent vodkas. I do believe I am going to start trying to have two beers three times a week myself. I think a lot of the alcohol propaganda is wrong, and fuels binge drinking and other bad behaviors, and perhaps it meant to. Much as I believe the anti-meat and anti-fat notions are purposeful mis and dis information pieces meant to confound, confuse, and destroy good eating practices.
Nah. There is nothing quite so motivating as being chewed out by a superior. And since I'm Da Boss, it falls to me to do the ass chewing.
ReplyDeleteI've never quite figured where the admonition to not be hard on myself comes from. Is motivation only supposed to come from outside? Is my self-esteem at risk if I am? Trust me, I esteem myself pretty highly, but I am also realistic to know where I'm fucking up and what I can do about it.
Re: martinis, yes. Both. Equal measures of gin and vodka, plus a dash of vermouth. No olives, usually. A lime twist, usually. I use Gordon's, and can't taste much of an improvement (if any) with pricier gins. Likewise a decent modestly priced vodka does the trick. The high end stuff does not add enough to the experience to matter to me.
I am a beer snob, and can't drink mass market American brews, but this does not extend to my martini. If Gordon's was good enough for James Bond, it is good enough for me.
My deal may be that I was whipping a dead horse for so long before realizing... well... that the horse was dead, that I have decided to be more reasoned in my approach to myself. I can be angry that things didn't work out, I can be disappointed in myself, but I leave off before I get to verbal self-flagellation. I merely try to figure out what I did wrong and see if there isn't something I can craft, in my mind or in actions, that will prevent it in the future. Now, if my flesh becomes healthy enough for it, perhaps a little self-straightening will occur again? Though my favored old way, when life was more normal, was extra time in the pool, or extra work of some other kind, to include a deeper study of "the problem". I liked my old solution, and it worked well. From having a mom only, I don't like loud or excited recriminations.
ReplyDeleteFunny. I am an almost absolute hard alcohol snob, you are a beer snob. I consider a bottle that costs less than $25 as... well... flavored mash. Even then sometimes I wonder. Although too, just because it is expensive doesn't mean I will like it either. I am picky on top of it. Tequila, for instance... it makes me fight. I realize, cheap or pricey, it's because my body absolutely hates the stuff, perhaps is slightly allergic to components in it, save in some mixed drinks. It hurts going in and all the way to hitting bottom, for me. Pick your poison has more meanings than not.
Though too, consumption has something to do with it. Knowing I am drinking from a bottle that cost $50-$200... gives me pause. Do I really want to down it, and... when would I be able to replace it? I love some of the really good beers, too, but I like having something I can drink to my heart's content, if need be, without breaking the bank. My favored beers are triple brews from monasteries, and such, but at $4-$6 a bottle... well... And I don't get nearly as toxed, nor am I as interested in doing so, on beer, so... opted for that as my cheap direction. If I had to guess. And if I do choose to get toxed on beer, all I have to do is super-juice it by adding salt. Or turbo boost even that by adding lemon or lime.