May 18, 2014
Sunday dinner can at it's best, be a joyful time for family to get together, share a meal and relate the weeks experiences to each other. Or it can be like a Circus truck tipped over in the street and they all came to your house.
Like every family we have an eclectic range of personalities, peculiarities and possible psychosis to accommodate. The music is always great. My Bro Steve is a talented guitarist. He often let's me thrash away in quasi harmony. To top it off it's Weigh Day.
Sunday dinner has grown into a massive display of Lisa's culinary skills. Dinner was for 6 people. And trust me, the inbreeds eat like they've never seen food! Granted, it's hard not to overdo it on Lisa's bones.
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| Chef Boy R Lisa |
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| The rib bones connected to the, Stomach bone! |
Her cooking's not bad either!
While Lisa was waiting for the hordes to descend upon us, I went down to the green room for a torture session. I think I need to change my crunch program. I did 35 today, but I was in pain. I lay there on my Princess Barbie mat wondering if I exploded a testicle! Can that happen? I carefully examined my self...perhaps a little too long. Don't wanna take any chances. Starting tomorrow, I am going to do reps of 15, that's when it starts to hurt, take 60 seconds and go again.
I need to do something to firm up my Mantitties, by the way in Scotland, they call them Moobs. Thanks for the info Caroline. I thought about maybe lifting weights, but the freakin things are heavy! May be I'll get some Nerf weights.
I have bursitis in both shoulders so lifting things can be a challenge. I did the right one ten years ago learning to Roller Blade. Which I did not, learn that is. Just an accident.
My left shoulder is a mess, and that's Lisa's fault! All I asked for that Christmas, was a new pair of slippers. Did I get them, No! I'm walking around with the sole of my slippers flapping around like a bulldogs tongue. Well, after the holidays are over, Lisa has a big box of fancy ornaments to go down stairs. That of course is my job. As I make my way to the head of the stairs, my flappin slipper catches the top stair, and I go ass over heels down the stairs. Lisa comes running to the head of the stairs. I'm lying in a twisted heap at the bottom. "You better not have broke any of those" she said, "Those were my Gran ma's!" I could feel the concern dripping from her every word.
But enough about that. I did the Iron Maiden for 61 minutes by playing this game.
No wonder we are putting out a whole generation of fat A.D.D. kids. The time just melts away.
I drag my self away from level 37 on wobbly legs, visions of Peggle burned into my retinas.
I made an omelet with sausage, onion and tillamook cheese. Then I wrecked it.
A quick shower with Rosie, that's what I named my water pic, and I was ready for Weigh Day. Standing in the bathroom, wearing nothing but a smile, I take my first step towards my destiny. Unlike other Weigh Days I feel confident. I look in the full length mirror as I step towards the scale. Yup, still a Fat Bastard. As I assume the all too familiar position, the blue lights start to whirl. As they lock onto the number I had been waiting for, the phone rang.
I went and picked up Momma Lee to bring her home for dinner. All four of her children in one place at the same time. Dan lives in Prince George. Steve is a Luddite who doesn't have a cell. Lisa sees Momma Lee every day so she doesn't count and Peter.
Lisa made ribs that were delectable. Honestly they were really good. Mine are better. There I said it. I may be writing tomorrows blog from the couch. But I said it. And to prove my point I only ate 25 or so! Conversation with Dan was lively and interesting as always. Steve was plunking my guitar and singing, Lisa was catering...to everyone and Peter was being Peter.
Around 8:30 I took Momma Lee and Peter home. He lives out in Poco off Coast Meridian. It's only 15 minutes for me to drive. It takes him an hour and a half on the bus. Elvis came along for the ride. Pissed at Peter for being in the front seat. Just like John Hyatt said " Don't you know your riding with the king!"
Well back to Weigh Day. Where were we, Oh yeah, blue lights flashing, palms getting sweaty. You expel all the air in your lungs in a rush as you realise you were holding your breath.....Then that moment when the number locks in
It's nice to see the numbers are good. That is a loss of 4.4 lbs or 2000 grams. Just the way I feel is enough to keep me doing this. I am only going to have Sunday Weigh Day from now on. It's too hard on the nerves. If I can keep this up I will most definitely be thong ready!
Going to bed happy. If you think about it, 17 lbs in 17 days is pretty good. I wake up excited and eager to start my day. What more can you ask for?
That's all I got.
Till next time
Peace Out Ya'll
©2014 Dave Squatch Ward
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| Preparing the Maiden |
I need to do something to firm up my Mantitties, by the way in Scotland, they call them Moobs. Thanks for the info Caroline. I thought about maybe lifting weights, but the freakin things are heavy! May be I'll get some Nerf weights.
I have bursitis in both shoulders so lifting things can be a challenge. I did the right one ten years ago learning to Roller Blade. Which I did not, learn that is. Just an accident.
My left shoulder is a mess, and that's Lisa's fault! All I asked for that Christmas, was a new pair of slippers. Did I get them, No! I'm walking around with the sole of my slippers flapping around like a bulldogs tongue. Well, after the holidays are over, Lisa has a big box of fancy ornaments to go down stairs. That of course is my job. As I make my way to the head of the stairs, my flappin slipper catches the top stair, and I go ass over heels down the stairs. Lisa comes running to the head of the stairs. I'm lying in a twisted heap at the bottom. "You better not have broke any of those" she said, "Those were my Gran ma's!" I could feel the concern dripping from her every word.
But enough about that. I did the Iron Maiden for 61 minutes by playing this game.
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| Mind numbing time sucker |
No wonder we are putting out a whole generation of fat A.D.D. kids. The time just melts away.
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| 61 minutes later |
I drag my self away from level 37 on wobbly legs, visions of Peggle burned into my retinas.
I made an omelet with sausage, onion and tillamook cheese. Then I wrecked it.
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| Oooops |
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| Nice recovery, Breakfast is served. |
A quick shower with Rosie, that's what I named my water pic, and I was ready for Weigh Day. Standing in the bathroom, wearing nothing but a smile, I take my first step towards my destiny. Unlike other Weigh Days I feel confident. I look in the full length mirror as I step towards the scale. Yup, still a Fat Bastard. As I assume the all too familiar position, the blue lights start to whirl. As they lock onto the number I had been waiting for, the phone rang.
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| Family Dinner |
I went and picked up Momma Lee to bring her home for dinner. All four of her children in one place at the same time. Dan lives in Prince George. Steve is a Luddite who doesn't have a cell. Lisa sees Momma Lee every day so she doesn't count and Peter.
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| A Herd of Horvatians and Elvis |
Around 8:30 I took Momma Lee and Peter home. He lives out in Poco off Coast Meridian. It's only 15 minutes for me to drive. It takes him an hour and a half on the bus. Elvis came along for the ride. Pissed at Peter for being in the front seat. Just like John Hyatt said " Don't you know your riding with the king!"
Well back to Weigh Day. Where were we, Oh yeah, blue lights flashing, palms getting sweaty. You expel all the air in your lungs in a rush as you realise you were holding your breath.....Then that moment when the number locks in
It's nice to see the numbers are good. That is a loss of 4.4 lbs or 2000 grams. Just the way I feel is enough to keep me doing this. I am only going to have Sunday Weigh Day from now on. It's too hard on the nerves. If I can keep this up I will most definitely be thong ready!
Going to bed happy. If you think about it, 17 lbs in 17 days is pretty good. I wake up excited and eager to start my day. What more can you ask for?
That's all I got.
Till next time
Peace Out Ya'll
©2014 Dave Squatch Ward
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