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I did wake up at just before four, about ten to. No way I could get out of bed though. I heard the six alarm, and rode it to 6:30. Not sure what happened after. Dreams this morning. Football. Sports in general. Our coach was a horrible man. Don't know if he took money, or just set us up to lose because he hated us? Putrid man. Worldly, though. He fit in, as the lowest of the low on the totem pole.
There were guys on the teams who actively worked with him. I... realized this some time ago. But it irks me every time I remember. I hope he got his earthly, and divine, reward. Typical academic and bureaucratic type.
Sore this morning, waking up. Shoulders and neck, stiff and sore. Chest a bit sore. Even my main muscles in my legs hurt, as if I just played a game of football, or we had a rough practice. I can't say why. The dreams weren't really about that, more about him setting us up to lose. And much of the team just going along with it.
Now, even in high school sports, winning came down to who would pay the refs and other officials the most. Who had who in their pocket. At that time, at that level, it wasn't as much about betting, as pride. I think. College and above is a betting platform, ignore any "talent" or coaching. It's about who will spill what to whom, and about scores and gives, and puts, and else. Has nothing to do with the teams. Those scores are as groomed as a billionaires gardens.
And pro is absolutely manufactured. There are still people, adults, who believe pro wrestling is real, too. You just can't help the loQ's. Yes, you know who you are. No, your favorite team didn't win... anything. Everything was decided, at least the season before. Possibly several seasons before. Difficult to groom that tightly on short notice. And... things do happen, if... there is a price for the wrong things happening. The mob, or it's proxies, run that show, from college up.
Still, I despise the man. And, some of the team members. I don't even think they made money, or much. But a side hustle is something, for them. An extra $k? Three? To throw games? But to attack your best players? Those who try? That's... evil. No matter what else.
Anyway. Awake. Coffee is going. Body hurts in odd, weird, and terribly uncomfortable ways. Just... I can't tell you why. I slept well, given everything. It's down from 70 to 69, near me. With the two opposing windows cracked and a fan going as usual. But I slept warm, only needing one blanket, even after cooling off the house and myself for the last two to three hours (which works well, by the way).
Yes, cooling down allowed me to get on to bed earlier, easier, much more quickly when I crawled in. Dreamed of dames. I really did have a good run, for a scoundrel. But women seem to prefer scoundrels. They... got to "escape", and I got to be free. Even in my time, men and women were beginning to go our own way, just not quite as severely as today. We at least... played the game. Mostly. But the end of marriage had already started. Now they don't even bother putting on airs. Do the opposite sexes even talk, even those who believe they are opposite sexes? Dunno, not hearing, or seeing, good things though.
Well, on to coffee. I'll see if the steak is still good. If so, I'll get that going before long. Or have a sardine or anchovy salad. I have a bit of paperwork to do, yet today, for later. Trying to... keep up on some things, for a team I trust a bit more than the sports team. Not completely, some of the seeming brass is as awful as the coach. But... it is what it is. I think the players are, mostly, on the right side, with their heads in the game. Will... find out though, in time... if I survive long enough.
Later.
Down at ~1600, saw pretty much all of 17-1800, sweats started around then, turned ac down from 76-74, every time I dozed off I'd wake up soaking wet and either flushed or chilled, swapped and soaked two mattress pads...2200 nothing dry to sleep on, went to go get the "horse blanket" to lay on that. Wife was still up so I wandered down and covered up on the couch, the instant I'm settled in she shuts off the tv and as an afterthought "you want the remote? I have to get up early" (her Idea of early was 1000, after I'd fixed my tire 12 hrs later...) I finally went back to bed ~0400 and got up at 0900.
ReplyDeleteExperimented with the cabbage, hamburger, onions, and cheese last night,
-not enough cabbage, in too big of leaves (add more, shredded finer)
- too many onions
-Fresh parmesan just didn't do the flavor justice (try the mex-blend)
-meat was meat.
Layered in a pyrex bread (dish/ pan?, can pyrex be a pan?) all raw with salt/pepper, nuked for 2.5-3 min, Turned out much better this morning. So many things could be added to this mess.
Slipped back above 280, I know what I'm doing wrong, guess I can't ignore the scale when I feel good. Will have to be better about beating myself up over scale numbers.
Just had a talk with the wife, seems her long lost uncle recovering from cancer has gone full carnivore. Buys 1/2 a steer a year, wife crunched the numbers (she's better at math than I am) "cheaper!" Now I get to re-arrange the garage to fit another freezer. So, when "I" suggest something, she ignores, anyone else... "great Idea"!!!. When I mentioned they do the same with Elk and Bison... "I just want beef"
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As to the weight, I have to flog myself, 290 never again, coasting down off 280. Still dreaming of 250-260. I need to start chopping and limbing trees, some reason it was always satisfying work.
A Viking and his Ax.
Yes, women are like that.
ReplyDeleteAs to beef? It'll do you. Add whole chickens (not parts, they seem half rotted a third of the time, and good whole chickens). Pork if you can handle it (I can't, on carnivore... could on keto, not on carnivore? Meh). Any meat will do, goat, venison, sheep. If you can handle eating it. Some fish, squid, lobster, you name it out of the sea.
The only problem I have with bison, elk, and other ranched venison, is the price. I don't know how much you make, but those are dangerously expensive (to me). Toss in ostrich and alligator too... would love them, can't even come close to affording.
Or... could love them. They are generally much, much, leaner. Which, I have found, now that I am well into carnivore, works well. Like finally really liking sirloin (top anyway).
Oh, and yes. Carnivore is excellent for cancer. Well, cancer, heart disease, diabetes (probably of either one or two sorts), and almost any other illness, save a few. You... will get younger. But you'll never be twenty again. Thirty five, at fifty to sixty? Yeah, maybe better depending on your feeding and drinking habits at the time (and health, my bad heart limits that a bit). But... never twenty again. Then again? Would you really want to be twenty again? Like trying to become female, it's the partial lobotomy that would suck. :p
Strange how she mentioned he has the sirloin ground up into burger...
ReplyDeleteTop sirloin? NO! Other sirloin, petite, etc, whatever. Toss in some chuck, too, just not all of it.
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