Week 7: farce and debarcle

OK, back on line after 7 days away. Which was wonderful, but played merry havoc with my exercise and diet. Did some skipping and some stretching, but not much else. And ate... well, didn't eat well.

I'm still in Oz, but for the next week have a home base and a better chance of managing and shaping my environment to shape my behaviour. Actually really looking forward to completing a full workout, while fearing it equally.

Day Something: on the road to Oz

So we are about at the half-way mark. Thing have definitely slipped around the edges, but what I'm noticing is that my eating has really shifted noticeably - much much reduced carbs, much smaller dinners, much more veg, and gazillion times more eggs. And I'm now pinging around between 187 and 189 lbs. I always considered 189lbs a target weight, as that was my never-shifting weight when I was at university. So to be back there again and even a little below is kind of amazing.

I ended up skipping in a hotel corridor the other day in an effort to get some exercise in. My room was tiny, no gym in the building, and snowing outside. A couple of very odd looks from guests wandering by, but got 2 x 5 minutes skipping in. Not the whole thing, but a little something something which is important.

Really looking forward to the trip to Australia. My mum's 70th birthday, and time hanging out with my nieces and nephews (ages 3 to 7) with whom I'm striving to be an engaged and totally cool uncle. That, and it's easing into summer there, so two or so weeks of warm weather I hope.

Back on the road, path

I'm off traveling for another three days this week, back a bit, and then off to Australia for three weeks to spend time with my family - my Mum's 70th birthday. Not sure how the diet thing is going to work there, were it's not typical to have an egg white and an apple for dinner...

Last week was a bit of a mess - missed a few days exercise, wasn't great either on the diet.

But I'm back, stretching and flexing and eating...

whining

OK, I know I'm wingeing here. I'm sure that's the kung fu way.

But my workout time feels like it's doubled because of the bloody targetted whatsits. I do an uppercut, then have to wait for everything to settle down before I do another. In the meantime the sun has risen and set...

New week, new weight

Monday morning weigh in: 189.2lbs. The lightest I've weighed for at least 10 years. And there appears to be occasional muscles showing in various places, although I'm not ripped, shredded and rippled like RenJen.

Found the workout today to be a struggle. Sit ups hurt, the dips were hard, the targetted stuff boring and impossible, the back kick incomprehensible.

The stork was fine.

an espresso

not on the banned list (at least, not mine) and I make a really good espresso at home each day (none of this Starbucks bollocks I'm afraid, Ren) - grind my beans, draw my espresso.

But today, went to a new store that just got a really good write up in Toronto. Ordered a double espresso. Gave the woman a $5 tip on a $2.50 coffee, A. because I've never done something like that before and B. because it makes this Not Just Another Coffee.

And sat at my table, and savoured it - the pale swirls in the crema like Jen's incense, the dark taste that ebbs down and out, the white cup.

crap

very sad day yesterday. My best friend, lives in the UK, my age - 42. Died overnight of a massive heart-attack. Has a wife and a young son, 2 years old.