five or six

I forget, is this day five in a row or six in a row at the gym?... ok, I read the last entry (since hardly anybody else does, alas, all this playful banter and teasing of an imaginary audience could get old quick in my head when I think about it, like it did over at behind the candoor {though I am still babbling and that thought stream has not been closed, for the few who might still care}, but the babbling for myself will probably go on until I no longer can because I've been at that even in isolation for as long as I've been able to put words together for myself, so never mind this little big sideways plea for more literary interaction, mostly, unless you know of someone who might enjoy me and want to interact, and then please tell them I exist and I'll just return to the entry already in progress now cuz I am not nearly as lonely or desperate as all this subtle whining for attention may suggest in case you wondered and don't get the joke on myself about playful banter and teasing of an imaginary audience that is, in reality, mostly appreciated by me alone cuz I babbling too much for all but you few who do read to read and even you might skip this sort of thing, especially if it was not in the first paragraph, ya know) and it's the fifth gym night in a row and the muscle fatigue was obvious, but I still maintained level 12 for 50 minutes and level 10 for another 33 minutes with the first 40 minutes at 9 minute miles and 6.3 miles for the hours and though I was starting to slow down in the last ten minutes, I only stopped cuz the deputy came in...

serves me right for starting the entry on a question, aye?...

contrary to the apparent plan to continue dropping weight, the rest of the day was inactive except for a trip to the Grand Buffet where I pigged out on four plates of food (two were snow crabs) and a dessert plate including ice cream... at least I drank water, aye?... so I was up a few pounds from last night (five, actually) at the gym scale tonight, which was a couple of pounds of water, and oh well, back to where I started out this week... and all this should be in the body blog, which I've all but forgotten about, as the body seems to be thinking aloud tonight...

tomorrow is the abdominal ultrasound and I'm not supposed to eat or drink anything tonight so I may be rather hungry for lunch tomorrow and I might not be able to get a salad at work cuz I may not be there for the first hour or more of lunch time and by the second hour the salad bar isn't appealing... but I shall return to strictness this week, yes I will (I tell myself and hope I listen)... must return to self-focus and separate from the environmental influences...

didn't do much else today (which is probably why the body is talking aloud... that's good news, cuz it's a clear sign that it's getting bored with the couch potato lifestyle rather quickly, even when just about every influence I've got coming in is a who cares, pig out, have fun, be lazy influence)... I did do some laundry though :)

I feel five or six too... that's also a good sign, though it's still a bit older than my ideal mindset... got to get back to my inner four year old...

hope you are doing what is best for you too :)