Morning weigh-in: 165.5#, 12% BF
Just popping in to record the weights. Sun's out and I'm meeting my friend Joe around noon, rendezvousing on the bikes somewhere out by Carpentersville. Gotta leave around now, but in the meantime, I leave you with this. As someone said, this will not end well, but my plan all along has been to be stringy & unappetizing by the time we resort to cannibalism...
Morning weigh-in: 166#, 11.5% BF
I was thinking of either skiing again or riding this morning, but it was raining. I guess I could have done either one anyway, but I am pretty tired from yesterday's skiing and yoga, and tonight is alterna-workout nite -- I may bust out the singlespeed and cruise the neighborhoods later this evening, my Easton street sprints workout.
Today was just laundry, general housework, and of course fiddling with the computer, but we're talking mostly just browsing, even though I've been messing again with that Octave, trying different things etc. That kind of play just eats time.
I remember when I was hurt/sick last year, making all sorts of promises to myself -- bike every day, get back into skiing, get a pedicure, etc -- as soon as my foot was healed. By the time it was over I was totally jonesing, ready to make up for all sorts of lost time, but (in the case of the bike) within a few weeks it was no longer a joyous gift and luxury, I was more like "eh, whatever" when I missed a ride. Now I have the skis: I had big plans to ski every day, maybe take a trip over Christmas -- one day on the slopes and it's back to "same old same old, think I'll take a day off." Still haven't gotten that pedicure...
BTW and TMI: My left big toe, the one I dropped a log on once, has a bad case of "old man's toenail." I cut and file and buff, but nothing seems to help; that pedicure would probably be a good idea if I weren't so embarrassed to show the toe.
Anyway, had that pot roast last night, though I cooked it more like "New England Boiled Dinner:" just a bunch of carrots, celery, onions and potatoes (you can actually buy this combination pre-cut in a bag, like a salad - who knew?), some onion soup mix and a chunk of meat. It cooked in the crock pot for about 8 hours, and I had it with some salad and a Brooklyn Black Chocolate Stout. It was so good, I'll probably do the same thing again tonight, or at least hit the leftovers.
I'd like to do a NJ road ride with my friend Joe tomorrow -- he's also off, this crappy weather is getting to him too but the morning weather should be cooperative enough for the road -- but I haven't heard back from him yet. I'll do a little bike prep while the laundry continues, then I'm off to the gym.
Morning weigh-in: 166.5#, 10.5% BF
Just got back from skiing. I was supposed to go very early this morning, like roll out of bed and leave, but I decided to dick around with the computer when I got up, and then I realized I had to buy veggies for the pot roast I wanted to cook, then I had to cook it... Suffice to say I did the things I had to do, but didn't actually hit the slopes until about 12:30 or so -- and by then the place was a mob scene, mostly teenagers and families.
Still it was fun, except for the part where I realized how much I now truly suck at skiing. I did about six runs on the easier slopes before I even tackled anything harder (never did hit the diamonds), and kept it slow and cautious. Things did start coming back to me, but I was sure surprised at how off my game I really was, and how un-confident I felt, too. Oh well, it will all come back I'm sure, and at least I didn't screw up too badly in front of those teenagers... Skis & boots felt good; I didn't notice anything amazing about them though, but I didn't really give them the chance to shine yet.
Anyway, I got out of there just before the rain started to fall, now I'm uploading Christmas photos (check 'em out) before yoga. After that -- well, there's a pot roast with my name on it waiting in the crock pot.
I'm back. Didn't even skip a day...
Reading: Got Peter Reich's A Book of Dreams (thanks Mom - I can't believe you got this, even used it's so expensive), also Rat Scabies and the Holy Grail and that new Charles Schulz biography. All are awesome, and I'm almost done with the first two.
Listening: I forgot its name, but I played it through a few times on the drive home, and already have some new favorite songs... that collaboration between Robert Plant and Alison Krauss -- Raising Sand is the name. My nephew gave me that.
Eating: Soon enough anyway -- my uncle gave me a food processor.
Morning weigh-in: 166#, 11% BF (wow even after all that cheese)
Merry Christmas Eve, anyway. I'm out of here, heading down to the new ancestral home for the holidays in a few hours, light/nonexistent posting for a bit. Bringing the bike, I might hit Allaire tomorrow morning -- I haven't been there in years. It's not the greatest place, but it's close to Jackson and I figure it'll be mostly snow-free.
The Year In Review: I'll leave you with this: it looks like Achewood is now Time Magazine's #1 Graphic Novel for the year -- it's a webcomic dammit! But I'll take the validation...
Also: And for those keeping score, my new (to me) skis are K2 Apache Recons, while my new boots are Nordica Speedmachine 10's. Those reviews make them seem pretty extreme, but I guess I'll grow into them.
Have a safe and happy Christmas.
"Hark! The herald angels sing,
Mrs. Simpson's pinched our king."
