I'd Stop the World for Melted Cheese

I am not saying I'm depressed, but I may have googled this:

"The Smiths Christmas Songs"

and only because I was already sure Joy Division didn't have a chance to make any carols.

I may check New Order next or cut to the chase and look for suicide inducing Christmas music.

It wasn't a great week at all, but it wasn't an awful week.

If it helps at all, I am about 50% sure my mood isn't swinging so darkly because of food.

That said here's this week's numbers:

		Week 1	Week 2	Week 3	Week 4
	11/1/2012	11/8/2012	11/15/2012	11/22/2012	11/29/2012
Neck	18.25	17.50	17.50	17.75	17.50
Left Arm	15.50	14.00	14.00	14.25	14.25
Shoulders	54.50	53.00	52.00	51.00	51.00
Chest	53.00	52.75	51.25	52.00	52.00
Waist	50.50	48.50	49.25	48.50	49.00
Hips	46.00	45.00	44.78	46.00	45.00
Left Thigh	25.50	24.25	24.25	23.00	25.50
Left Calf	18.00	17.75	18.00	17.50	17.75
Left Ankle	10.25	9.75	10.00	10.00	10.00
Left Wrist	7.50	7.25	7.25	7.50	7.25
BP	134/86	137/86	133/87	148/97	133/82
Pulse	79.00	67.00	66.00	75.00	68.00
Weight	293.80	273.40	272.20	279.60	280.80
		6.94%	7.35%	4.83%	4.42%
Weight 1	170.00	170.00	171.00	165.40	170.40
				2.71%	-0.24%

I really need to find the key to physical activity.

I wish I liked people enough to want to spend time at a gym or any sport/

But I don't and Christmas movies are my kryptonite as I sit and watch one horribly awesome Hallmark movie after another.  Only a Tori Spelling/William Shatner collaberation breaks the trance.

I am pretty sure I need some help with this.  And I need help finding that help.

Later

Welcome to the End of Tomorrow

So that happened, Thanksgiving that is.

I am so thankful that I don't have anything to not be thankful for this year.

It's all working out a little bit better this year than in years past.

Jinx.

Speaking of jinx, I am not weighing myself again until this Thursday.  This holiday was a debacle for my eating and I didn't even go out and party like it was Thanksgiving 2007.  That was a caloric catastrophe of uncalculated calamity.

So I weighted in last Thursday and I can't face the scale right now.

We'll see if the not knowing is better than the daily weight check.

Also I have gotten indications that the competition might be sandbagging a little bit.

That makes me nervous.

Check in with y'all (or is it ya'll?) on Thursday and we'll see what we see.

Later

I Just Died In Your Arms

Back to music lyric headlines.

Happy Thanksgiving.  Make it an everyday thing, yeah I hate when people say that too.

Last time we talked I was apologizing for the two very specific things I did to harm others.  On this holiday I was thinking about the times I almost met tragedy myself.

In 1986 playing football, really just in practice, I was on the bottom of a pile of very large young men (hello!) and my arm was pinned quite awkwardly.  As the pile was de-piling?  Weight shifted and my arm bent and I felt the bone starting to…well I was certain it was going to snap and nothing I could do about it with my face in the dirt and people shifting atop me.  Instead of sinking down the person on top of me was pulled up by a teammate and my arm was free and out of danger.

In 1991 I was white water rafting, so not like me but I was twenty and hanging out with people who did those sorts of things, and I fell over the side of the boat.  It was a river and I figured to hit the bottom and bounce back up.  I was born in Minnesota so almost drowning was a regular occurrence of my youth, a contest most of the time to see who could hold their breath longer, but I made several miscalculations that day.  I had thought on a river that the bottom was relatively close so I had no large intake of breathe.  I was in a boat with several people so I had a notion that someone might throw out a hand to stop me or maybe help me up.  Even after I realized that I was in a spot of the river where bottom was several feet lower than I guessed I still didn’t think I was nearly as deep as I was.  By the time I started to really swim for surface I was out of air and my hand broke surface, grabbed the boat and I was dragged out of the water or else I am fairly sure I would have sank back down.

No airplane bumps, no car crashes and no fistfight ever made me more afraid than those two occasions.  So today, like every day I am thankful for all I have and all I still have a chance to have.

Now on to the really depressing news.

		Week 1	Week 2	Week 3
	11/1/2012	11/8/2012	11/15/2012	11/22/2012
Neck	18.25	17.50	17.50	17.75
Left Arm	15.50	14.00	14.00	14.25
Shoulders	54.50	53.00	52.00	51.00
Chest	53.00	52.75	51.25	52.00
Waist	50.50	48.50	49.25	48.50
Hips	46.00	45.00	44.78	46.00
Left Thigh	25.50	24.25	24.25	23.00
Left Calf	18.00	17.75	18.00	17.50
Left Ankle	10.25	9.75	10.00	10.00
Left Wrist	7.50	7.25	7.25	7.50
BP	134/86	137/86	133/87	148/97
Pulse	79.00	67.00	66.00	75.00
Weight	293.80	273.40	272.20	279.60
		6.94%	7.35%	4.83%
Weight 1	170.00	170.00	171.00	165.40
				2.71%

So the competition is finally the competition and I have to get off my ass now.

Hope you had a great holiday and aren’t in line this Friday.

Later

It is All in the Timing

It never fails I weigh in on measurement day and go through the hoopla and after it’s all done I enjoy a massive bowel movement.

Might have been another ten pounds and several inches in the waist down.

Still, at my age any bowel movement in a storm.  That’s a saying, right?

Here are the pre-explosion numbers…

		Week 1	Week 2
	11/1/2012	11/8/2012	11/15/2012	Goal
Neck	18.25	17.50	17.50	16.00
Left Arm	15.50	14.00	14.00	17.00
Shoulders	54.50	53.00	52.00	50.00
Chest	53.00	52.75	51.25	46.00
Waist	50.50	48.50	49.25	38.00
Hips	46.00	45.00	44.78	36.00
Left Thigh	25.50	24.25	24.25	30.00
Left Calf	18.00	17.75	18.00	17.00
Left Ankle	10.25	9.75	10.00	9.00
Left Wrist	7.50	7.25	7.25	7.00
BP	134/86	137/86	133/87	110/70
Pulse	79.00	67.00	66.00	60.00
Weight	293.80	273.40	272.20	255.00
		6.94%	7.35%
Weight 1	170.00	170.00	171.00

 

Now I am starting to feel bad.  I’m down another pound and my esteemed opponent is up one.

I might be able to enjoy a full Thanksgiving dinner after all.

Sure, it will probably be at Shoney’s and not home-cooking, but Strawberry pie.

Let me hold onto that sad, thin thread of hope.

Have a great day and enjoy that pie oh hefty opponent of mine.

 

Later.