5 pounds a day…
Oh man weight…such funny stuff.
I dropped 5 pounds yesterday, no big deal. 247.2
I’m still monstrously chubby! If I could only keep the 5 pounds a day going all week…then we’d be getting somewhere. Yesterday I made a batch of chilli, which became lunch. For dinner I had veg and hummus. Lots of each!
The scotch diet is over, getting back from Cuba on Saturday I promised myself 20 days of actual dieting which will, this time, not include beer…no scotch…zero rum…I’ll save all that stuff for March 1st.
I did not go to the gym. I was going to take a break from the gym as I ruined my recently broken wrist playing winter soccer during the GBG Yurting trip, but I may have to go to get the real weight off. The thought of pushing weight with this thing doesn’t leave me feeling joyous, it hurts to take a roasting pan out of the over.
Light weight baby! Peanuts weight!
But I will try to go, hit some sweat! I did manage to sweat yesterday…in the sauna…ya, it does not count, plus it erases the Cuba tan in quick order!
Beagle is off to Mexico, I saw him yesterday, 194.5, he did not get to his target but he lost lots of weight, he looks like half the beagle he used to be. Now he did say this would be the last time…does he continue to diet when he gets back? In Cuba we met some people from Saskatoon, our second day we went for coffee and the were people still at it in the bar…they called us over…we chugged our coffees…and the mojitos began.
start drinking at 4:30 am…only on vacation
Good guys, poker room attitudes which quickly made my wife refer to the smaller of the 2 guys as skinny Bea- gle (but she used his real name). Skinny beagle tells us he used to weigh 40 pounds more…and this guy is like 5’5″ so 40 is lots…while we were carrying on into the daylight a Russian joins in, some guy they met in the can. Dude can speak 17 words of English, is wasted and has a piss poor way about him to start. I had hoped we would get rid of him but he stuck it out for an hour trying to tell us a story about 3 security guards at a bar that hit him with a bat…The conversation wasn’t rolling, we even tried charades but he wouldn’t do any drawing…When he first arrived he had that surly, show me your pipes, do you work out way about him…he did get over it which helped but it isn’t easy to trust a drunk stranger that opens up a conversation by showing how big his arms are…the guy weighed 150 pounds….
We did escape…although the guy was really trying hard to get me to the internet room to a translator so that we could continue our talk…ahhhh…I’m on vacation brother…
Cuban rum
no Russian for me today…sorry.
The first time you’re away from your kids in 4 years is a mix of longing and sleep…both you will find can be as- sisted with massive amounts of freely pouring rum.
I’m not a huge fan of the Cuban rum, and this rum Varadero stuff does not find it’s way back in my carry on.
I’m not sure how it happened but I’ve become a liquor snob…I’d rather pay $200 for a good bottle of hooch than take advantage of the stuff at 3 Pesos.
One more thing in the sadness list I guess…
On the resolution front I hit the code and the guitar yesterday. I’ve been deeper into the guitar than the code but I have a lot more to learn on that end. I might as well hit the strings as hard as I can while the love affair is fresh…right now I want to pick it up every time I see it but when the snow melts I know I’ll be out in the garage getting the snake ready for another suicide run.
And I still have a house to finish renovating here…but the tile isn’t going down until March break when Ev takes the kids to TO for a couple of days…so I’m still on target!
The quote of the day is a long one…from another of my favourites:
Like most others, I was a seeker, a mover, a malcontent, and at times a stupid hell-raiser. I was never idle long enough to do much thinking, but I felt somehow that some of us were making real progress, that we had taken an honest road, and that the best of us would inevitably make it over the top. At the same time, I shared a dark suspicion that the life we were leading was a lost cause, that we were all actors, kidding ourselves along on a senseless odyssey. It was the tension between these two poles – a restless idealism on one hand and a sense of impending doom on the other – that kept me going.
― Hunter S. Thompson That…is that.
