June 15, 2014
I told Lisa I was taking the day off my workout. She's in the shower and I'm on my back on the concrete floor. Well I will be after I jot this down. Is there something wrong with me? Am I changing my personality as well as my shape?What has happened to the slacker attitude I have so lovingly crafted over the years? An hour a day. That's all it takes. Now, after six weeks, in which I have failed to work out only twice, I need it. I like what it does for me, how it makes me feel, how it makes my mind clear and sharp. Or it could just be fumes from the furnace! I am in a basement.
I started with my Four Stair Stretch, five sets of ten, each leg. I quit doing push ups so that's all I do with the stairs. Without Lisa to stand on my feet, no chance of a sit up. I did my hundred crunches ten at a time with thirty seconds of rest in between.
Unless I get up really early, this will be my last walk on the Don't Tread on Me Treadmill. Same program as yesterday, five minutes on flat ground, one minute of raised incline. Repeat six times.
Just as I was starting my fourth set, Lisa came to tell me we were going to Uncle Paul's. "I need just fifteen more minutes and I'll be ready to go." I said. "Well hurry up, I thought you were taking the day off?" Lisa said, the impatience dripping from her words. "Dad's waiting".
I finished my workout and went to take a shower. "Now you're taking a shower?" they queried in unison. " I am goat boy smell me roar." I mean really, after my workout I am dripping wet. And I have been wearing the same gear since I did laundry on Wednesday. I brushed my teeth in the shower while shaving blind. (That means no mirror.) Not the most effective shaving method I have ever done. I didn't cut myself but I left little clumps of hair pretty much all over my face. I was done in three minutes. I have no hair to dry...on my head. Shorts ,sandals and pull on a golf shirt I was ready to go. Lisa and Papa Dawg were already in the car waiting.
They made me sit in the backseat. It's a Jetta! I may be slimming down but I'm still 6'4". It was cozy. Twenty five miles to Uncle Paul's I couldn't feel my legs by the time we got there. Papa Dawg dropped us and went to check on his place at the airport.
Uncle Paul is a sweet old guy. He loves to laugh and always has a smile on his face. His son Kurt, comes up from central New Jersey every other week to help with Paul's garden. We just missed him last weekend. We wandered up to his garden for a look at the progress.
Tomatoes, peppers and herbs. That's Uncle Paul's garden. Everything is doing well and weed free.
It was a beautiful day here today. Twenty-seven degrees and no humidity. We sat out in the garden and talked for an hour or so. We don't get to see Uncle Paul that often, once a year for a few hours, so we try to make the most of it. He is a most interesting man who has had a full and diverse life. I could talk to him for hours.
He's also really small.
When he passes I want to turn him into a Garden Gnome! Shortly after four o'clock we headed back to Joan's. We had a six o'clock reservation at the River Rock Restaurant. Joan and Papa's favourite eatery. We eat there every time we come to see them. The food was very good. It always is. The service however ....not so much.
Our waitress was obviously new to the place. Young and very pretty but unbelievably annoying! She came by the table every two minutes. I ordered an ice tea. She came back to the table three times without my ice tea. Once to tell me she was going to go get my ice tea now. The good news is, like I said, the food is good and the conversation excellent.
Well, I don't have a scale to weigh myself. I know it's Weigh Day but, what can I do? I will do it tomorrow when we get to Bridgewater. We pick up the rental car tomorrow morning at ten. Lisa wants to go back to the CIA in Hyde Park where she went to school. I tell you she's a rock star there. Everybody wants to meet her, fawning over her, telling her how great she is. My God, you'd think she was ME!
That's all I got.
Till next time
Peace out Y'all
I started with my Four Stair Stretch, five sets of ten, each leg. I quit doing push ups so that's all I do with the stairs. Without Lisa to stand on my feet, no chance of a sit up. I did my hundred crunches ten at a time with thirty seconds of rest in between.
Unless I get up really early, this will be my last walk on the Don't Tread on Me Treadmill. Same program as yesterday, five minutes on flat ground, one minute of raised incline. Repeat six times.
Just as I was starting my fourth set, Lisa came to tell me we were going to Uncle Paul's. "I need just fifteen more minutes and I'll be ready to go." I said. "Well hurry up, I thought you were taking the day off?" Lisa said, the impatience dripping from her words. "Dad's waiting".
I finished my workout and went to take a shower. "Now you're taking a shower?" they queried in unison. " I am goat boy smell me roar." I mean really, after my workout I am dripping wet. And I have been wearing the same gear since I did laundry on Wednesday. I brushed my teeth in the shower while shaving blind. (That means no mirror.) Not the most effective shaving method I have ever done. I didn't cut myself but I left little clumps of hair pretty much all over my face. I was done in three minutes. I have no hair to dry...on my head. Shorts ,sandals and pull on a golf shirt I was ready to go. Lisa and Papa Dawg were already in the car waiting.
They made me sit in the backseat. It's a Jetta! I may be slimming down but I'm still 6'4". It was cozy. Twenty five miles to Uncle Paul's I couldn't feel my legs by the time we got there. Papa Dawg dropped us and went to check on his place at the airport.
Uncle Paul is a sweet old guy. He loves to laugh and always has a smile on his face. His son Kurt, comes up from central New Jersey every other week to help with Paul's garden. We just missed him last weekend. We wandered up to his garden for a look at the progress.
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| Uncle Paul's Garden |
Tomatoes, peppers and herbs. That's Uncle Paul's garden. Everything is doing well and weed free.
It was a beautiful day here today. Twenty-seven degrees and no humidity. We sat out in the garden and talked for an hour or so. We don't get to see Uncle Paul that often, once a year for a few hours, so we try to make the most of it. He is a most interesting man who has had a full and diverse life. I could talk to him for hours.
He's also really small.
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| Garden Gnome ? |
When he passes I want to turn him into a Garden Gnome! Shortly after four o'clock we headed back to Joan's. We had a six o'clock reservation at the River Rock Restaurant. Joan and Papa's favourite eatery. We eat there every time we come to see them. The food was very good. It always is. The service however ....not so much.
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| Lisa's Pasta and our wonderful host this week, Joan. |
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| Wiener Schnitzel,purple cabbage and Zucchini |
Well, I don't have a scale to weigh myself. I know it's Weigh Day but, what can I do? I will do it tomorrow when we get to Bridgewater. We pick up the rental car tomorrow morning at ten. Lisa wants to go back to the CIA in Hyde Park where she went to school. I tell you she's a rock star there. Everybody wants to meet her, fawning over her, telling her how great she is. My God, you'd think she was ME!
That's all I got.
Till next time
Peace out Y'all
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