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So I bought a ticket to LIB this week, in spite of the fact that it's probably not a great financial choice for me to blow a couple hundred bucks right now. Now it's a matter of figuring out transportation/camping/party supplies. There's free floating fun out there, and it must be stopped, no matter the personal cost.

Go go gadget last minute decisions!
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Rung 6: 8 Bends, 10 crunches, 10 leg lifts, 6 sissy pushups, 255 steps running in place, 21 jumping jacks. As per usual, not dramatically harder than the previous rungs were at the start.

Weight/Diet: Cheated by going to Old Juan's on my Wednesday date night, put on 2.5 pounds from my Wednesday morning weight by Friday, still down 4 pounds net since last update. I think the walking is making a pretty big difference.

Overall, I'm down about 30 pounds from my initial weigh-in, still have about 120 pounds to go (if I were to set weight as a goal). It's a big hill, but I'm making progress. Clothes fitting better, more stamina, all that good stuff.
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Rung 5 today. 225 steps running in place, 21 jumping jacks, 7 bends, 9 leg lifts, 9 crunches, 5 push ups (sissy style). It was harder than the previous weeks, but I suspect that's because I wound up getting very little sleep last night. Still, nothing crippling.

Down 1.5 pounds from last week. I think I'm going to stick with my "mostly water" drinking plan. Previously, I was drinking 24-30 diet sodas per week, I've had .. maybe 4? since cutting back, primarily as caffeine supplements.

I've been thinking about documenting with photos, taking some slump-shouldered, frowning "before" pictures, preferably in front of the wreckage of a burning car, with the background littered with empty ice cream boxes. You know, just to really capture the standard "diet supplement before picture" feel.. :)

Stuff...

Apr. 24th, 2008 03:11 pm
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Fitness foo )

In other, non-fitness/health/peeing related news, I am pondering a situation with my landlord. Sometime in December, I let her know our roof was leaking. She has subsequently failed to address the issue. She claimed in a phone conversation that she had sent the roofing company out and they had looked at it without going inside, but I am skeptical of this.

So I'm pondering what the best way to handle the situation is - I'm guessing the appropriate thing to do is the whole "registered letter" business, but it just feels very formal and confrontational to me. On the other hand, I am more interested in having to deal with a confrontation with my landlord than in having to deal with massive bills for water damage that she failed to address. :P
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After eating at the delicious Basque restaurant on Friday, I had a bit of a willpower problem, and proceeded to cheat on my diet all weekend (mmm, baked potato slathered in sour cream and butter and bacon). I succeeded in putting on 3 pounds for my trouble.

I then decided to remove diet soda and "low-carb" sweets from my diet, and subsequently lost 4.5 pounds over the course of the week, so despite my decision to cheat like crazy, I'm still a pound and a half down from last week.

I've been drinking a lot of water, probably close to the mythical eight-glasses-a-day, which is good for me, I hear. If you believe in diet advice which nobody can actually source to any sort of scientific research. However, I now feel like I'm literally pissing my life away.

Just finished my first day of Rung 4 of the exercise ladder. 200 steps running in place, 14 jumping jacks, 6 bends, 4 push ups, 8 leg lifts, 7 sit ups. Almost exactly double the amount of exercise I was doing when I first started, and aside from being winded at the end of my 5 minutes of exercise, I'm not suffering for it.

I can definitely tell that I'm improving in stamina - I'm getting to about 120 steps before I'm starting to breathe harder, where it was closer to 40 or 50 steps at the start of the program. It's probably time to pick up the pace a bit more so I'm getting my heart rate up earlier in the exercises.
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Down one pound from last week.

Just did rung 3 of the exercise ladder - running 170 steps, 14 jumping jacks, 4 bends, 6 crunches, 6 leg lifts, 3 push ups (sissy style).

It's not making me feel worse or requiring more time than the initial exercises. Very very mild muscle soreness sometimes, but I can also definitely tell I have more endurance, and I feel stronger. Whether that's placebo or not I can't say. I'm looking forward to being a bit lighter so I can start walking to work without wrecking myself, once I'm able to do that it should significantly accelerate my weight loss, to the tune of an extra 2 pounds a week, assuming I don't wind up needing to eat more to maintain my energy levels.

I went ahead and broke my diet last night to go to the 10th Street Vineyard Cafe (fuck, their site is a horrible flash monstrosity with annoying easy listening techno music), and it was totally worth it, although I anticipate I'm not going to wind up losing weight for the next week as a result. A good time had by all.

Tonight, it is the housewarming for Kurt, Candace, Bryan, and Amanda, which should be entertaining. Summer is ramping up, and promises to be awesome.
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Started rung 2 on Saturday - 3 bends, 3 pushups (easy), 4 situps, 5 leg lifts, running 140 steps, 7 jumping jacks. Winded, but not terrible, no significant muscle pain. My abs hurt, but I suspect that's from other activities, and I'll not complain on that front.

Down 1 pound from the last update. I suspect my progress would be faster if I hadn't had coke as part of my cocktails at the Monkey Ranch Hootenanny last weekend. Unfortunately, I'll probably be cheating on my diet again this weekend to go to dinner at the 10th Street Vineyard Grill, but it's one of my favorite restaurants and about a once-a-year thing. I just need to be better about making exceptions to the diet in general, but this particular case is acceptable.
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I've started exercising, and the results confirm what a giant cream puff I have turned into. On a scale of 1-10 on creampuffery, I rank somewhere in the high 9s. The flakiness of my exterior is only exceeded by the sweetness of my cream. (See how I just guaranteed a comment by [livejournal.com profile] soymlk?)

I am on rung 1 of the exercise ladder from the Hacker's Diet.

2 bends, 3 sit ups, 4 leg lifts, 2 sissy push-ups, 7 jumping jacks, and running in place for 105 steps.

It hurts me.

However, since it's all simple body-resistance exercises I can do in my room with no special equipment in <20 minutes, I have no excuse not to do it. The first time I did it, I was concerned that I might have a heart attack as I staggered around my room breathing hard and wondering if I was going to vomit. Yesterday was day 4. My calves hurt today from the running and the jumping jacks, but I wasn't crippled when I was done.

I've lost about 20 pounds from restarting the diet in February, which is slow by Atkins standards but I'm okay with that. So it's progress. Slow, and not an impressive feat, but progress nonetheless.

I've been keeping track of my spending as well. I've got a budget spreadsheet and everything, courtesy of Google Docs.

It's almost like I'm a responsible adult or something.

Speaking of responsible adults, you know you're old when you're in a car full of people having a conversation about how being responsible is awesome. And you're participating and agreeing.
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I am deeply amused by the Obama campaign's continuing ninja-like agility...

The Clinton campaign requests that Obama release all of his back tax returns at 11:23.
2 minutes later, the Obama campaign has all of his tax returns for the last 6 years available on his website.
From Talking Points Memo

If only Hillary had this guy on her staff...
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You know...

"I am sorry if anyone was offended" is not an apology. Congratulations on your abject failure to make a genuine rejection of racism in your campaign tactics, Hil. Good going there, champ. Shows real "Commander in Chief" potential, if I do say so myself.

"Uh, yeah, racism's bad, and stuff, so I guess I'm sorry if you care about racism."

The longer the Democratic nominee campaign goes on, the less I like Hillary Clinton, the more she seems like a desperate, crazy asshole.

I'm already fucking tired of politics and there are 8 months to go before the election. Not to mention that the Bush administration is going to do every damned thing they can to start a war with Iran now that Admiral Fallon's resigned his post. Good times.

Good times, indeed.

Resolute

Feb. 21st, 2008 07:57 pm
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I feel like I've been making a fair number of life-changing decisions recently. The decisions themselves are not particularly dramatic in and of themselves - it's not like I've decided to move to Burundi and dedicate myself to serving the poor. They are more life-changing in the sense that I feel as though they are life choices rather than a thing I'm doing at the moment or a thing I "really should get around to doing" or "ought to do".

The difference between a decision made with the force of your will behind it and a decision made without is pretty meaningful. I don't particularly feel any struggle involved in quitting smoking, nor do I feel any overwhelming effort required to stick to my diet. I'll see how this "paying attention to my finances" thing goes, but if it is like the diet or the quitting smoking, I don't think it's going to be too hard. It could be that I'm fooling myself and talking out my ass, as well, so apply salt to taste, but it doesn't feel that way.

Life has been kicking me in the junk fairly continuously of late, and I have worries and stress and sadness, but I feel pretty hopeful and positive, overall.

Remember kids. Deep breath, and weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! (the arm raise is important too)
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boo )

In other news...

I watched Juno and Superbad recently, both were good, Juno in the "very good film" sense and Superbad in the "OMG ridiculous awkward oh so painful but it's either laugh or die of embarassment".

I'm back on the crazy cheater diet, no intentions of stopping until I'm back in the 200 pound range. I feel like I've already lost a few pounds. So far to go, but it's nice to see quick results, however minor they may be.
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I saw this tonight and thought it was pretty nifty. I do not knit, but it made me consider taking up the craft. That's how cool it is.

http://www.wikihow.com/Illusion-Knit

Over...

Jan. 23rd, 2008 01:46 pm
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My dad died this morning at 2:30 AM, with the full moon shining in his bedroom window. He would have been 58 on February 13th. It wasn't an easy death. He did not go quietly into the night, but I was there with him when he took his last breath. He had lost 60 pounds from the last time I saw him, shortly before New Year's. He looked so frail. I remember looking at him last night and thinking "This is not my father, just his body."

My father was intelligent, kind, funny. He was a romantic and an optimist, even when he was feeling powerless and bitter about the world. His favorite candies were Reese's Peanut Butter Cups, Kit-Kats, and M&Ms, because they were easy to share. He knew I always hated school, even when I was little. Sometimes he would show up and pull me out of class, and we'd go out for a drive, or pick up ice cream, or go out to the beach.

He believed in treating people with respect and fairness, and even though it sometimes wound up hurting him, he never stopped believing that people were basically good at heart. He was passionate about anything he cared enough to talk about (sometimes to the point of my extreme annoyance).

My dad was as rich in friends and community as anyone I've known. His friend Stevie described going around town with him as "like riding with the Mayor". In this last week, there has been a constant stream of visitors and phone calls, well wishes, offers of help, meals delivered, people coming by to work on the house or yard.

You'll be missed, Dad. It may not have seemed that way to you at times, but you're leaving some mighty big ripples in your wake. A lot of lives were better and brighter for your presence in them, mine most of all.

Love,
IV
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From The Pain, When Will It End? :

"Yeah, I know it’s a bigass tragedy, and we’re not supposed to dwell on how we got there or point fingers or play the Blame Game now because we’re all in it together and we have to figure out where to go from here—but actually, no, fuck that: we’re not all in it together. Those neocon pinheads from the Project for a New American Century thought up this war, the Republican party followed the administration in docile goosestep, and the shithead voters supported it with bumper stickers and magnetic ribbons and their children’s lives, like they always do, every single time, and of course it’s a fucking disaster, exactly like us wussy liberal peaceniks said it would be. Things did not go unexpectedly, inexplicably wrong in Iraq; they went predictably, inevitably wrong. Conservatives have had absolute control over America’s destiny for the last eight years, and they finally got everything they ever wanted. It’s a big grisly Monkey’s Paw wish come true for Red America. And unfortunately, unlike the horrified parents in “The Monkey’s Paw,” who can hear their mangled son’s corpse shambling toward the door, coming home, they’re out of wishes."

Ah, Tim Krieder can always be counted on for some extreme bitterness. :)
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Recent goals have been derailed by a hospital adventure and then getting very sick. Not quitting, but on hold. I'm kind of depressed about the whole thing, but will review my goals and pick myself up and dust myself off shortly. Back on the fucking horse, cowboy, you just fell in the dirt, horse ain't dead and neither are you.

Anyway, short link roundup from today's clicktrance :

Flu kit (pandemic bird flu paranoia) :
http://nielsenhayden.com/makinglight/archives/007169.html

Led to jump kits/emergency kits (chance favors the prepared) :
http://www.sff.net/people/doylemacdonald/emerg_kit.htm

Also led me to start reading Making Light, which is chock full of interesting stuff :
http://nielsenhayden.com/makinglight/

Gerber rescue knife (neato):
http://www.amazon.com/Gerber-22-41534-Hinderer-Rescue-Serrated/dp/B000EDTSZQ

Anyway, off to dinner with me.
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We are standing on the shoulders of giants that we might steal from the cookie jar while the mysteries of the universe thunder overhead.
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Your Score: The Mighty Lion


Here's your results! Your spirit animal has a Nobility ranking of 17 out of 18.




Your spirit animal is the Mighty Lion. Combining the best of strength, speed, ferociousness, and wisdom, the lion is second to none, and has not earned the title King of the Jungle for no reason. They only guard over the most noble and respectable individuals. Congratulations, you are truly unique. Very few people are as blessed as you. Expect to accomplish amazing and wonderful things in your life, as well as inspire and bless all those who are lucky enough to meet you.

***Wondering how this animal was chosen for you? These questions were carefully thought out to see how important you hold certain virtues such as: humanism, self-knowledge, rationalism, the love of freedom and other somewhat Hellenic ideals. Some of the questions were very subtle. Your score was then matched with an animal of corresponding nobility. However, you shouldn't think this was a right/wrong sort of test, but more of an idealistic values test. It's ok to not hold these values, you'll just get an animal spirit of lower stature if you do!***




Link: The What is Your Spirit Animal Test written by FindingEros on OkCupid Free Online Dating, home of the The Dating Persona Test
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You know, I don't travel much, but ...

These kinds of stories about the Transportation "Security" Agency are beginning to make me crazy.

Compared to the capricious, shoddily enforced and moronic security theater the TSA is offering, I'd rather travel naked, hooded, and shackled, and have real security.  These fucking monkeys claims that they're making travel safer can't be taken seriously.

This post has made me realize I could probably write a full article in my ridiculously verbose style with links to stupid TSA antics for every word.  Perhaps it's a worthwhile project as long as I don't have a goddamned aneurism while I'm writing it.