June 1, 2014
Sitting in the airport at Montreal. Everything is closed except the Timmy Ho's. Can always count on them to be open. Six hour layover with our connection to Newark at 6:30. Lisa found a comfy place to crash and is now sound asleep.
The only time I have ever been able to sleep on a plane, was when we went to Australia. I took the Red Eye, I took two adavan, I took two shots of Scotch Whiskey and I took two special cookies. Woke up two hours out of Sydney. Then I was out of it for two more days!
Got an early start to the day. I wanted to get my workout in before Jen and Christian and the kids move in. We are so lucky to have them to look after the dogs and the house while we travel.
8:30 and I was on the stairs. Push ups, four stair stretches, one pathetic attempt at a sit up, one hundred crunches, getting easier every day.
An hour on the Iron Maiden, in my pyjamas, watching my new favorite show, Homeland. I'm only in to it seven episodes, but every time I think I know where it's going, Whamo! left turn. Fifteen minutes of Bill Maher calling everyone who doesn't agree with him stupid, and I'm done.
It's weigh day today. I'm putting it off as long as I can hoping that the P.F. will show up. No such luck. I talked to my doctor about it on Thursday. He said it will probably straighten itself out in time. Meanwhile I'm walking around, four days at a time, with a turnip making it's way through my body.
Jen and Christian showed up about eleven. I showed him the amount of chemicals to use in the pool, and instructed him how often to use them. Reminded them about garbage day and things like that. They have stayed at our place many times, and always take care of everything very well.
High noon. Seems appropriate. Showdown at the bathroom scale. Like a gunfighter stepping into the street to meet his destiny. I stand in front of mine. All pink and shiny from my combo water pic/ loofah scrubbing. I am sure I will be eating Pizza in jersey tomorrow. I haven't felt this good in a long time. I'm wearing clothes that I haven't fit into in years and, I got a shave and a haircut.
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As I stepped onto the scale certain of the results I stared in wonder as the blue lights did their dance. Then in disbelief as I read the stark blue digits.
One pound! One measley pound! I have to tell you, I was crushed. I have never been as dedicated to anything, as I have been to this diet and excercise program. I tell myself, you haven't seen the Poop Fairy in four days. The words ring hollow in my ears. I so wanted to make myself a bread sandwich. Just marble rye bread between two pieces of sourdough bread wrapped in a tortilla and deep fried in beer batter. That'll teach me.
Instead, I sat in the bathroom feeling sorry for myself and wondering what I could have done differently. Nothing! I am putting in maximum effort. I know my shape has changed. I know my blood suger and blood pressure are much improved, yet still I feel that I let myself down. The other night at the campfire, I ate a marshmallow that my grandaughter Isabella toasted for me. That must be it.
People always say that muscle weighs more than fat. It seems those people are usually fat. I am now one of those people.
I am fortunate to have a woman like Lisa in my life. She reminded me that the one pound was going to join the twenty-two that went before. So I pulled on my big boy pants, put a smile on my face and made a couple of tuna fish lettuce wraps.
About 1:30 Jen drove us to the airport. Just to top off the day of disappointment, the power went out at the airport. So we stood around for forty minutes while they tried to get the computers running. I watched two movies on the plane, and Lisa bought me a chefs salad for dinner. I am still pissed but it is what it is. No Pizza for me! The airport wifi is acting up . It won't let me download pictures. Se La Vie
That's all I got.
Till next time
Peace Out Ya'll
©2014 Dave Squatch Ward
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Got an early start to the day. I wanted to get my workout in before Jen and Christian and the kids move in. We are so lucky to have them to look after the dogs and the house while we travel.
8:30 and I was on the stairs. Push ups, four stair stretches, one pathetic attempt at a sit up, one hundred crunches, getting easier every day.
An hour on the Iron Maiden, in my pyjamas, watching my new favorite show, Homeland. I'm only in to it seven episodes, but every time I think I know where it's going, Whamo! left turn. Fifteen minutes of Bill Maher calling everyone who doesn't agree with him stupid, and I'm done.
It's weigh day today. I'm putting it off as long as I can hoping that the P.F. will show up. No such luck. I talked to my doctor about it on Thursday. He said it will probably straighten itself out in time. Meanwhile I'm walking around, four days at a time, with a turnip making it's way through my body.
Jen and Christian showed up about eleven. I showed him the amount of chemicals to use in the pool, and instructed him how often to use them. Reminded them about garbage day and things like that. They have stayed at our place many times, and always take care of everything very well.
High noon. Seems appropriate. Showdown at the bathroom scale. Like a gunfighter stepping into the street to meet his destiny. I stand in front of mine. All pink and shiny from my combo water pic/ loofah scrubbing. I am sure I will be eating Pizza in jersey tomorrow. I haven't felt this good in a long time. I'm wearing clothes that I haven't fit into in years and, I got a shave and a haircut.
As I stepped onto the scale certain of the results I stared in wonder as the blue lights did their dance. Then in disbelief as I read the stark blue digits.
One pound! One measley pound! I have to tell you, I was crushed. I have never been as dedicated to anything, as I have been to this diet and excercise program. I tell myself, you haven't seen the Poop Fairy in four days. The words ring hollow in my ears. I so wanted to make myself a bread sandwich. Just marble rye bread between two pieces of sourdough bread wrapped in a tortilla and deep fried in beer batter. That'll teach me.
Instead, I sat in the bathroom feeling sorry for myself and wondering what I could have done differently. Nothing! I am putting in maximum effort. I know my shape has changed. I know my blood suger and blood pressure are much improved, yet still I feel that I let myself down. The other night at the campfire, I ate a marshmallow that my grandaughter Isabella toasted for me. That must be it.
People always say that muscle weighs more than fat. It seems those people are usually fat. I am now one of those people.
I am fortunate to have a woman like Lisa in my life. She reminded me that the one pound was going to join the twenty-two that went before. So I pulled on my big boy pants, put a smile on my face and made a couple of tuna fish lettuce wraps.
About 1:30 Jen drove us to the airport. Just to top off the day of disappointment, the power went out at the airport. So we stood around for forty minutes while they tried to get the computers running. I watched two movies on the plane, and Lisa bought me a chefs salad for dinner. I am still pissed but it is what it is. No Pizza for me! The airport wifi is acting up . It won't let me download pictures. Se La Vie
That's all I got.
Till next time
Peace Out Ya'll
©2014 Dave Squatch Ward
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