phenomenal divergence
from the healthy fitness path, that is... of course it could have been much more of a divergence, but since I still have not crossed into the land of sweets and chocolates or any sort of desserts, it's only a phenomenal divergence based on the laod of pasta and Italian food I ate today... I am happy to report that my Sicilian taste buds are alive and well and quite happy...
further exasperating the healthy fitness conscience, I did not go to the gym today and barely got up out of the big green chair (I did sit up to eat and did walk to the door to get the food and pay the delivery guy)... so for the first time in two months I took in more calories than I burned (and by a whopping 2:1 margin, no less)... this should inspire me to redouble my healthy ways for at least a week or two before any such divergence comes again...
though there are leftovers in the freezer...
anyway, I decided that the leg muscles could use a day off cuz the first twinges of strain in the knees were finally noticed after two months of relatively non-stop daily hourly leg pumpings and it's probably about time I started balancing the workouts since the legs have been doing at least 80% of the workload so far... and we wonder why I have a lazy upper body torso thing going on, aye?... what can I say, I am a runner, not a fighter or heavy weight lifter... weight work feels like work to me, while running feels wonderful... but balance is good, so...
today was NFL Draft day and Rasputin was glued to the set, even while nodding off or flat out snoring, from noon to midnight and I at in the big green chair vegetating in support while napping on and off and generally trying to get into the whole fanfare and circumstance...
I was pondering doing laundry and cleaning the house and doing some writing and all sorts of things, but other than drop off the big orange bottle of pee (see previous entry) just before noon, I just vegged...
and that about sums up this day of phenomenal divergence... tune in tomorrwe when who knows what might happen, but likely I'll be bleary eyed from carb-shock and forcing myself to the gym for hours all by myself cuz nobody I know is crazy enough to do this with me... note to self: excessive carbs brings on a case of the lonelies...
and amusement :)
further exasperating the healthy fitness conscience, I did not go to the gym today and barely got up out of the big green chair (I did sit up to eat and did walk to the door to get the food and pay the delivery guy)... so for the first time in two months I took in more calories than I burned (and by a whopping 2:1 margin, no less)... this should inspire me to redouble my healthy ways for at least a week or two before any such divergence comes again...
though there are leftovers in the freezer...
anyway, I decided that the leg muscles could use a day off cuz the first twinges of strain in the knees were finally noticed after two months of relatively non-stop daily hourly leg pumpings and it's probably about time I started balancing the workouts since the legs have been doing at least 80% of the workload so far... and we wonder why I have a lazy upper body torso thing going on, aye?... what can I say, I am a runner, not a fighter or heavy weight lifter... weight work feels like work to me, while running feels wonderful... but balance is good, so...
today was NFL Draft day and Rasputin was glued to the set, even while nodding off or flat out snoring, from noon to midnight and I at in the big green chair vegetating in support while napping on and off and generally trying to get into the whole fanfare and circumstance...
I was pondering doing laundry and cleaning the house and doing some writing and all sorts of things, but other than drop off the big orange bottle of pee (see previous entry) just before noon, I just vegged...
and that about sums up this day of phenomenal divergence... tune in tomorrwe when who knows what might happen, but likely I'll be bleary eyed from carb-shock and forcing myself to the gym for hours all by myself cuz nobody I know is crazy enough to do this with me... note to self: excessive carbs brings on a case of the lonelies...
and amusement :)
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posted by candoor at 11:59 PM
6 Comments:
Hi Candoor,
so you booked a seat in the restaurant at the end of the universe for 2012 - What's that the London Olympics?
Funny thing pasta,
of course we all have different metabolic rates and metabolisms
Mine gut just turns pasta and bread to water - and I get no goodness from it.
And yet to another, it is a source of energy - and helps to put on weight ...
whilst to another it is a source of weight, which cannot be burnt off easily.
Alas, medicine and old wives tales
Eat this it will make you big and strong - was based purely on the assumption that it did work for some.
And then as teenagers we move on to drink - whilst some can hold their beer better than others, others roll under the table after a few.
We are the same regardless of race
But we are more individual than we care to think.
A diabetic must keep away from sweets and cakes, unless they are sugarless sweets & cakes
Yet I get almost all my energy from sugar. I dare say, one day there may be a price to pay!
Tomorrow Cqarb-shock free?
Do you get hangovers like when one has too much alcohol the night before?
I like in a continuous state of sugar rush & caffeine shots ...
And I'm a junkie - I cannot stop the headaches are just unbearable whenever I try.
But who knows - one day I'll buy a big pot of paracetamols (they only sell them in packs of twenty, like cigarretes here)
And try going Cold Turkey
On Caffeine and Sugar too.
Try and kick the habit
before the habit kicks me in the kidneys
i just luv this blow by blow bottle peeing chroniclin and i hope to all gawdsNdaemons that you'll never end up being ass wiped by nurses in a state retirement home, but if you do, i think you'll have the ability to blog all that as well and turn it all into fun, fun, fun on teh autobahn... nuttin like Life of Candor.
nekkid oola oopin, i've gots new girl in the house visiting for 3 weeks from luxembourg, vitaly says she a cutey; don't fall in love with luiza, teh tall and skinny 1, for i've already sold her in slavery to vitaly in exchange of 1/8th ounce of chronic and 2 pill:z of qualitEE.
just go deep into the wood:z and eat those paracetamols wholesale, your kidneys and liver will be cured for good and you won't think worms eating at you slowly is tough to bear anymore either! alternatively, take vonnegut's suggestion, dip your dick in honey, stick it into a fire anthill & keep up that strength which stops you from ever apologizing when you're a total idiot.
ps: not to me, u loon!
Q - yup, I've got a window table all reserved...
you're right about everybody having a diffeent metabolism... and some metabolisms change over the years too... mine has always been quick to store fat and slow to digest it... I might be part whale...
could be training too as I spent my youth from age 6 through 18 in a cold place - an apartment where the heat was never on enough and turned off completely overnight...
I was a toothpick until I was 6 and people tried to stuff food into me...
anyway, I felt best in this body when I was sharing a Vegan lifestyle, but then, I was also in love at the time and that improves everything dramatically :)
Z - the slave trade your new business then?... ok, thanks for letting me know I shouldn't fall in love with her... let me know when you find a slave with whom I can :)
of course you know she must leap right on to Libbo's list...
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