This post brought to you by “DUH”.

I can be such an idiot sometimes. No, really. Honest! No, now, stop. Ha! You’re sweet. Stop saying such nice things, you’re making me blush.

Here’s a concept for you all, regarding portion control. Instead of taking the whole box of crackers and the whole bowl of dip (made with light sour cream, but still) to the couch with you, thereby proceeding to nosh on FAR MORE than a single serving of each while you stare mindlessly at Oprah, try counting out the crackers and measuring out the dip, placing both on a plate, and eating like a reasonable person.

Lather, rinse, repeat for any food or beverage you choose to consume.

Jaysus. It’s the simplest concepts in life that totally escape me.

Daily Goals

Oh yes, I did start it!  Sha-zam!

Dys:

Water: Yes.  Which is an improvement.
Calories/Nutrition: Brunch – choc soy milk (sorry, I like it) and Jimmy Dean D-Lights turkey sausage breakfast sandwich, which is good, btw.  Yes, I have no compunction about my processed food.  My afternoon snacks are planned as carrots unless I get crazy and wash a red pepper, which I might do.  I’m a junkie for peppers.  I’ll also have a spoonful of reduced fat Jif creamy peanut butter around 4 p.m. because I will be *dying* for protein by that point.  Dinner – We’re probably/possibly going out somewhere on our last kid-free night.
Worst Thing Today: It’s our last kid-free night, and the week has been FILLED with work for me, more so than usual; that bites.
Best Thing Today: It’s our last kid-free night.  :)  I miss the little bugger — ya know, sorta.  So far, I haven’t wanted to bitchslap anyone who works for me.  This is a major improvement in the week.  Hopefully we’ll have a nice night too
Notes: I am now 2.5 days without a single swig of Pepsi.  Actually did great the first 36 hours or so, didn’t even want it.  At this moment, I’m biting my lip just thinking about it.  Deep breath, reminder of how much better I feel without all that sugar in my body.

Holy Crap!

Begin feelings of male inadequacy …  NOW.

Not that I feel TOO bad, because I know better than to think I will ever be close to something like this…but it’s sometimes mindboggling to be reminded of what things are possible with the human body.

What DOESN’T Work In The Gym

So there I was, plugging away on my cross-trainer thingamabob at the gym.  (Actually it was this one.)

On Tuesday, I brought a book in with me.  At the time I had three books out from the library, two of which were ILL’ed, and all of them are due back by the first of August, so I need to do some readin’, b’gawd.  Anyhoo, I knew that that type of cross-trainer had a book-holder thingie on it.  So I could bring my book.

Uh, book-holder is something of a misnomer.  It might hold the latest copy of People magazine for the gals or SI for the guys, but the book I had was a moderately wide and thin volume, and it barely fit in the little nubs that hold the sucker open.  Bummer.

I finished that book and have started on some narrower, thicker volumes so I knew better than to bother.  I just took my iPod full o’ metal (The DiePod!  I know, unoriginal, but I think it’s funny) and prepared to watch whatever was on the TV.

I’ve mentioned this before, but:

1. Having my own music for cardio is a MUST
2. Having a book or TV or something to focus my visual attention as well is a huge help in terms of making the time pass by faster
3. Having something interesting in all of the above categories improves it even further.  That is, for me, watching the World Series of Poker is a hell of a lot more engrossing than ESPN’s sports-talk show “Around the Horn.”  But anything’s better than nothing.

So what happened yesterday?

The TVs were showing women’s golf.  I shit you not.  No offense ladies, to me watching ANY golf (live or televised) is about as interesting as watching flies fuck, but to have it be ladies’ golf is downright insulting.

And what came next?  You know what came next.  Twenty minutes into my workout, the DiePod, well, died.  I thought I had plenty of charge, but NOOOOOOOOO.  And that’s the big drawback to an iPod – my old mp3 player ran on AAA’s.  If one ran dead, I kept a spare in my bag.  With the iPod, all I could do was finish out the ten minutes on that cycle.  And no, I wasn’t about to start another 30-minute cycle like I’d planned.  Not watching the LPGA on closed-captioning without any damned music.

Grrr.