Somebody I’m very close to just found out she’s gonna be a grandma again. Its bad enough being married to a grandma, now she’s gonna have two of ’em…
Weekly weigh-in:
265
down three pounds this week.
woot.
How appropriate.
I gained another freakin’ pound.
I have, however, lost almost an inch off the waist, gained almost an inch in my chest, gained almost an inch on the bicep.
You know you’ve been a teacher too long when you’re sitting in the bar and the bartender points toward the pool tables and yells, “FIGHT!” and your first reaction is to go break it up…
At least I broke even this week…
Maybe I’ve turned a corner, metabolism wise.
I went and got number 1 done yesterday.
I’m at the gym working out this afternoon. I’ve been thinking about paying the money to get some personal training sessions. There are 5 trainers at my gym you can choose from. In the time I’ve been there I’ve watched them work with clients. 4 of them don’t impress me, they either don’t seem fit themselves or they seem bored and distracted while they’re working with their clients. 1 guy seems to know what he’s doing. He’s energetic and when he’s with a client he gives them his full attention.
While I was walking away the miles on the treadmill he was working with a lady today. I decided when I got done I was going to talk to him about setting up a program. He was behind the desk when I got done. I was walking up to the desk to talk to him and he said, “You don’t miss many days do you?” I said no, I try not to. Then he says, “I can tell. You’re looking good.”
Well, if I’m looking good doing what I’m doing, I’ll save my money…
I missed the gym three days in a row this week due to late, and I mean late, nights at school, but still had 4 90 minute plus workouts.
Have kicked the 4 cans a day soda habit. Increased fruit and veggie intake. Cut out potato chips completely. No candy at all this week. Only had red meat once this week. Even added fresh fish to the menu (the orange roughy last night was delicious!). Small portions at meals and no seconds.
Gained another pound.
Seriously?
Call it a mid-life crisis, call it what you will, but I’m wanting to get a tattoo.
And being a geek, I’m going with a math theme. I’ve narrowed the search down to three.
Upper arm with my wife’s name in the mobius strip
Upper arm.
Third idea, just the numbers wrapped around the upper arm like the barbwire tats you see, maybe three spirals around.
Some people I’ve expressed this wish to have implied that as a role model for children getting a tat would be irresponsi ble. I don’t know.
Choice 1, choice 2, choice 3, or skip it all together?
Opinions welcome.
As you may know from a previous post, I joined a gym last week. I also started keeping a food diary.
I have been to the gym every day since I joined. I’ve done a minimum of 25 minutes on the bike, 45 minutes on the treadmill, and 30 minutes on strength training every day.
Every day.
When you write down everything that goes in your mouth, you really start to think about what you’re eating. Potato chips? No, raw cabbage. Fries with my hamburger? No, baby carrots. I haven’t had a soda in 6 days. I was drinking 4 cans of coke a day. That’s a lot of empty calories. No more. I’m drinking in excess of a gallon of water a day.
I’m proud of myself and stepped on the scale this morning in anticipation.
I gained 5 pounds this week.
What the hell?
Chalk dust makes me sneeze 