First stop: Spartan Turkey

New England translation: "Feckin' Red Sox suck. Go Sox!"

I did a micro-version of that last night. Wife was out, so I had to wrangle the kids to bed (they were really good, which makes things better for everyone in the house - even the cats enjoy the harmony). After that, I went down to lift, and accomplished my first set of standing squats and one (yes, one) bench press, with little energy. Followed by resignation. And shame. And disgust. And a sigh. And some realization that I just need to do it, and if I don't I don't get ice cream. So I did, and I hurt a little this morning, but in a good way.

Calorie-wise, things are good.

My medicines seem to be doing a weird thing... I'm not a morning #2 guy anymore, so I'm having a hard time wanting to weigh myself knowing I'm waiting to load one in the chamber. I guess I should just accept the delta in my data and keep on going (which I started doing this morning).
 
New England translation: "Feckin' Red Sox suck. Go Sox!"

I did a micro-version of that last night. Wife was out, so I had to wrangle the kids to bed (they were really good, which makes things better for everyone in the house - even the cats enjoy the harmony). After that, I went down to lift, and accomplished my first set of standing squats and one (yes, one) bench press, with little energy. Followed by resignation. And shame. And disgust. And a sigh. And some realization that I just need to do it, and if I don't I don't get ice cream. So I did, and I hurt a little this morning, but in a good way.

Calorie-wise, things are good.

My medicines seem to be doing a weird thing... I'm not a morning #2 guy anymore, so I'm having a hard time wanting to weigh myself knowing I'm waiting to load one in the chamber. I guess I should just accept the delta in my data and keep on going (which I started doing this morning).


LOL- I never weighed until I had done the #2. Remember any exercise you do is worth it. Even one set or one rep is better for you than if you just sat on the couch.
 
I am hearing some new expressions in here. Very funny. I even lie in bed massaging my stomach if it's weigh-in morning.:blush5:
 
:D I'm not a... regular morning person but I do have an idea of what the difference is. So I just mentally deduct that if I can't otherwise explain what's going on.
 
I should have done a before/after weigh-in this morning, I basically skipped 24 hours. Current weight = 360.6, so I'm the same as last week, which isn't surprising given the weight plummet from the month prior, plus the self-control plummet from last weekend.

I thought I was going to land above target - we had meatloaf and mashed potatoes, with apple crisp for dessert. Luckily I had a good row and a light lunch so I came in just barely under the wire.

In annoying news, I was informed I might have to go to Puerto Rico in the next couple weeks - leaving on a Friday and coming back the following Thurs or Friday. Ugh, that's a week of it. On the plus side, I might be travelling alone so I won't have an obligation to adhere to others' schedules, so I can use the gym before dinner, and can avoid going to nice places every night (I realize that's a weird thing to say, but I think you know what I'm saying).
 
I have to travel for work occasionally. I buy some healthy stuff for breakfast in my room then eat very lightly and hit the hotel workout room really hard. I hate it when I travel with my school board because I have to kind of entertain them and they like to eat big and unfortunately I don't do well when in close proximity to rich food. It has a way of jumping into my mouth
 
I should have done a before/after weigh-in this morning, I basically skipped 24 hours. Current weight = 360.6, so I'm the same as last week, which isn't surprising given the weight plummet from the month prior, plus the self-control plummet from last weekend.

I thought I was going to land above target - we had meatloaf and mashed potatoes, with apple crisp for dessert. Luckily I had a good row and a light lunch so I came in just barely under the wire.

Ok, so my mind is in the gutter. The wife and I are making inappropriate jokes, I'm reading through this thread (which she informed me was 'all about pooping') and my mind is reverting back to that of an immature 4th grader who giggles at toilet humor (oh, who am I kidding, I STILL laugh every time I hear the word 'poop'...HAHAHA). People are talking about different names they use for pooping, then, I come across this...

"I had a good row"

Innocent. Just a normal comment. Yet, when I read that, I (somehow) immediately thought to myself, "That'd be a good slang term for masturbating. I might start using that." I mean, usually I go with "stroking" (like, "Dude, that was a good stroke session" or "I wonder what it feels like to stroke with butter"), but "I had a good row" just has a good ring to it.

"Hey, Chef, how was last night?"
"Pretty good."
"Yeah, what'd you end up doing?"
"Left work, picked up some McD's on the way home, showered up, put on some Wheel of Fortune and had myself a good row."
"Had yourself a good row?"
"Yeah. I masturbated."
"You...you did that...to...Wheel of Fortune?"
"Yeah. And?"
"Nothing, I just didn't realize you had a thing for Vanna White."
"I don't."
"Then..."
"Yup."
"Sajak?"
"Yup. Sajak."
"You...dude, no."
"That's right. I pat my sajak to Pat Sajak."
"I don't like that I'm friends with you."

End Scene.
 
"Hey, Chef, how was last night?"
"Pretty good."
"Yeah, what'd you end up doing?"
"Left work, picked up some McD's on the way home, showered up, put on some Wheel of Fortune and had myself a good row."
"Had yourself a good row?"
"Yeah. I masturbated."
"You...you did that...to...Wheel of Fortune?"
"Yeah. And?"
"Nothing, I just didn't realize you had a thing for Vanna White."
"I don't."
"Then..."
"Yup."
"Sajak?"
"Yup. Sajak."
"You...dude, no."
"That's right. I pat my sajak to Pat Sajak."
"I don't like that I'm friends with you."


"Hey there, Chef, would you like to buy a vowel?"

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I have to travel for work occasionally. I buy some healthy stuff for breakfast in my room then eat very lightly and hit the hotel workout room really hard. I hate it when I travel with my school board because I have to kind of entertain them and they like to eat big and unfortunately I don't do well when in close proximity to rich food. It has a way of jumping into my mouth
That's why I'm hoping that, if I have to go, I can go alone. I'll still hit the breakfast buffet (I usually make good choices there, like egg white omelet with gobs of veggies, a little bacon/ham, and no cheese), but I can walk away when I'm done eating instead of waiting for slowpokes and noshing on stuff I don't need.

Yesterday would have been a win if I had rowed instead of napped before going to the town-wide block party. The "cookout" was a handing out of cheese pizza and a 6-serving bag of Israeli rice crackers. I was supposed to get two pieces, but they only gave me one, and I limited my crackers to 1.5 servings.

Today I'm working from home because I have to support a late afternoon meeting and then wifey and I are going on a date almost immediately after. So I rowed this morning instead of in the afternoon. My entertainment was a Canadian war movie called Hyena Road. It was very good, but a bit of a tear-jerker at the end. Ever cry a little bit in the midst of a workout (not related to fatigue or success)? That's a unique experience, glad I was sweating to hide it from the nobody in the house. Added bonus: my cat has a sense for when someone's sad and immediately comes running to console, so she was right there, squawking and trying to give some love. This is the same dimwitted cat who's walked under the rower (in action) and had the tip of her tail flattened.

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Why is it that men aren't supposed to cry? I tear up when I watch a sad movie or a sad book. I also try to hide it but sometimes I just let it flow. I think my wife finds it sexy-LMAO!
 
Ha, I wish I could hide my tears when I go to the movies: I´ll even blubber through comedies sometimes!
 
Hi LJ. I think showing emotions is much better than suppressing them. I still wish I could stop getting emotional in front of others, but I can't change who I am deep down. I love that G gets teary when he reads something sad or sees something on tv that is heart-breaking. He is a compassionate & caring man & not afraid to show it.
Our little dog does the same when she senses I'm upset. It's sweet.
 
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