January 1, 2012
So far my record is 1/0.
I have written my 1,000 words of original fiction. In addition to the 3,000 words of work-for-hire work I did this morning. And I did my hour of exercise. So, for if only one day, the first day, I’ve met my New Year’s resolutions.
And, oh holy Gandhi, it hurts.
The work-for-hire came out okay this morning. And the exercise wasn’t too bad. I made a run at a proper diet, but…
… protein drinks are NASTY. Nasty. As in, awful disgusting gut-wrenching penis-shriveling nasty. I want to be fitter. I can show you pictures of what I want to look like, the clothes I want to wear. I want it so badly I can taste it, and I’m starting from worse than nothing. A desk job and poor eating habits have undone everything I’ve accomplished, weight-wise, in the last five years.
But there’s got to be a better way. Because protein is NASTY.
So I tried to eat well today; I failed. At this point I’m more or less depending on the willpower to only buy diet-centric foods. And stop taking money for the vending machine at work.
So. I’ve written, I’m sore as hell. That’s my day.
In which our hero looks in the mirror…
… suppresses the urge to vomit.
Holy shit. Is that me!? Holy soggy midsection, Batman! I’ve got to get this shit under control.
I’m holding pretty steady on weight but I’m getting soft… which means the muscle I built up last year is falling away into fat, which thanks to Mom and Dad (hi, Mom and Dad, and your genes!) I carry solidly around my midsection. Which is damn hard to work off.
Also? I need to get in shape because I haven’t been shopping in ages! I need the new shiny. NEW SHINY! I have new shiny sexy clothes withdrawal. I need to get all sexy-fied to get into my sexy-fied clothes. Because I’m shallow and I like getting attention and it makes me feel extra snobbish (if you can believe such a thing) when I know I look hawt.
And yes. I know how gay that sounded.
Bite me. I don’t care.
Wicked Thoughts…
So, I’ve just spent a weekend with my family. No, that is not the reason for my wicked thoughts. Shut up.
I’ve just done some grading. And no, that is not the reason for the wicked thoughts. Really. Shut up.
Across this weekend of familial bonding and paper grading and such, one or two nice things have happened (some family-related and some not) and I feel a lot more relaxed than I have lately. I owe the gub’mint a buttload of cash but I’m confident I have that under control. I got a job straightened out, and I suspect I’ll have some cool-as-shit news to unleash sooner or later.
Also, I turned one of those corners you occasionally turn in your brain. You know, the one that leads you around the forty-seventh left turn in years, and you realize that many left turns has you going in a circle? That’s where the wicked thoughts come from.
I’m going to throw a bunch of shit out tomorrow. Also, I’m going to get a lot of exercise done and seekrit projekt work done.
Because some of the wicked thoughts are about myself. Wicked, wicked me.
But also, because I just spent a few minutes browing Match.com. I’m telling you, kids–if you ever need a motivational booster, go browsing online dating sites. I know, I know, they’re a lot more respectable than they used to be and yes, I know several couples who’ve met online and had great success. But I think we all need to remember that, for the most part, meeting online is just as fortuitous as meeting in person–and most of the peope around us (whether online or in person) just aren’t suitable.
Some of them (in person or online) are downright scary.
Which is where a lot of the wicked thoughts come in. Muwhahahahahaha.
It is occasionally quite goddam fun being a prick.
Booyah!
I weigh fewer than 180 pounds. 179 pounds, to be exact. After having eaten two Thanksgiving feasts in two days.
Nine more pounds to go. I have to go exercise. And stop drinking so much rum. I suspect it’s the Coke with the rum that’s the damager, but its so made of good.
And now, to celebrate, I give you The Knux… becaues it’s just an odd sound. I’ve been stuck on ‘em all weekened. Now I have to go roadtrip to collect my munchkin.
Whew
I can, in fact, still write.
But Christ am I rusty. I only managed, across four hours or so, to stumble out about 1,500 words or so. Granted, they were research-intensive words, scanning through a 112-page document for notations, assembling a coherent timeline, and condensing that down to a few hundred words.
But I should have been doing 1,500 an hour. Not 1,500 a day.
So. Seekrit Projekt numberwhateverthefuckitis words completed for day = 1,500. Which is about a fifth of the total. It’s a little Seekrit Projekt.
Tomorrow–the return to exercise. I was supposed to HAWT by now. Instead, I’m still a rolypoly form of warm. Ick.
Motivation
To the guys:
When in need of motivation to work out, I’ve discovered the following motivation: ask a beautiful woman out on a date. Then, whilst waiting for her to call (or for the right moment to call her), exercise. Because one of two things will be motivating you during that time:
- You’ll be thinking “I’ve got to be in shape so I don’t blow this.”
- You’ll be thinking “After I’ve blown this, I’ll want to be in shape for the next one!”
There it is, folks… the secret to weight-loss. Always have a pending date. It’s scientifically proven–100% of participants* report a loss of four pounds in seven days with a combination of diet and exercise.
(*-number of participants = 1 (me))
Day Two
Day two of the Seekrit Projekt #2 complete… only 1,000 more words today (for a total of 5,800 words (or about 4.6%)) so not real stellar on the treadmill part. In pennance I did a staggering shitload of research (sixty or so pages of note-samples printed and lying about the place) which should make tomorrow an easy 5,000 or 7,000 word day. I’ve also streamlined a bit of process on this, which should keep them coming quickly.
Which is good, because tomorrow night is also movie night. I think in one night I’m going to get both Max Payne [imdb] and Sex Drive [imdb], because free time is scarce and I like the way these movies look.
In other news I managed to control my eating today (horrible portion control but should come out around 1,500 or so on calories) and got in an hour on the elliptical machine. Much sweat. Fewer pounds.
Weight lost since tracking began October 10 = 3-5lbs (it’s not a good scale)
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