I don’t know what that acronym stands for, but it’s a fiendish device that lives at the Blood Bank.
I give blood, it’s one of the things I do. Yesterday they talked me into trying Alyx, which is a machine that spins your blood, removes the red cells and gives it back to you with some added saline. It took about two hours and kicked my ass, but I did it. I’m O- so I’m the universal donor and they really need what I got, so I give as much as I can. The lady who hoodwinked me into the procedure was a gal named Terry. She used to work at Vacaville Prison, so she told me, and now was at the blood bank. When I asked how long the procedure took because my dog was in the truck, she asked what kind of dog. A Doberman. She had lost her Doberman two years ago to leukemia and was still broke up over her. I get that. I brought Beauregard down after for some meet and great. The lady just glowed. I gave her the web address of Dog Works and suggested she contact them about fostering to help her get over the pain.
The good news is before I went to the Ministry of Disinformation (the parental unit) I did go to the gym and had a spectacular work out. I benched 205 unassisted. Yeah, I’m a bad ass.
Resting pulse 64
Today, I’m off to Palm Springs for the Nabisco Championship. Fore!
it takes a lot of time and pisses off the pig.
Yet, eventually I may learn. First, it’s time to discuss the weekend’s exploits. I was a “breath”, yes a breath away from getting hauled in on Sunday. When exactly will I learn to stop speeding? This guy would have never even given me the time of day, but nooo, I got to speed. I know better. Hell, it was moving violation #48. Tom Cruise had me out of the car because “he smelled wine in the car”. Oh, that’s Harry, he’s drunk that’s why I’m driving. It sounded good, but didn’t stop him from making me put my toes and ankles touching, hands at your side, follow the pen with your eyes. I did it, successfully, which I think pissed him off, but he had to let me go.
Today, I did 1 HIIT on the stair master, then another HIIT on the EFX machine. Then I had breakfast, took the BMW to the shop, did some work around the house and went BACK to the gym and did a spin class. Then I drilled out the grout in the bathroom that needed replacing, smogged the Truck, picked up the BMW and dumped $70 at Home Depot. Now, it’s only 8:15 and I can barely hold my eyes open and I still have ricotta and blueberries to go.
sirloin burger on ww sourdough
ww sourdough and a piece of string cheese
8 shrimp, marinated in orange juice and tequila
My dog wants to know why my ass is so big.
Here’s a depiction of what happens when you fall short of your goals. Yeah, these look just like the beginning shots, maybe a bit more muscle.
OK, I have spent some time thinking about what I did for the last 84 days.
I need to be better when I have company. I can eat BFL, and for that matter so can they. I know how to cook it so no one notices and that’s what I need to do. I need to be more careful on weekends. That’s when things tend to get sideways. Yesterday for instance, Jake’s Etouffe AND crab cake appetizer for dinner. No wonder my stomach is bothering me. That’s way too rich for my blood. I should have held with the Etouffe, or even better had the grilled swordfish and no appetizer. I would feel better and there would be less damage. For the most part I don’t pig out on free days, but free days bleed into free weekends and that is where the problem lies. I did lose inches and that’s a good thing. I did get much stronger. I’m doing 195 for 5 sets of two. That is straight-up impressive. I am adversely affected by bad weather and we’ve had 4 days this month that haven’t rained and it’s the 26th of March fergodsakes. I have begun walking Beau twice a day. That’s a good thing. I have started sneaking in spin classes. Also a good thing. My portions are pretty good for the most part. I need for switch to non-fat latte’s with equal except for my free day. I will post a start point tomorrow. I’m taking today off too and starting on a Monday like I should. We’re going wine tasting today. Nothing good can come of that.
Not such great results. I deserve what I got though.
Starting weight 209.
Starting Fat 36.2%.
Starting BMR 35.6
Strange progress. I need to be better in my eating and better at getting to the gym earlier. I have been workng harder, I think I need to kick it up even another notch.
OTOH four inches off my chest and three off my waist. Shut the hell up! I’m happy.
OK last Tuesday, I had a bone crushing headache in the morning. I missed the gym, but then, I didn’t. I left work for lunch and decided to go to a Spin class. I sweat like a pig, the headache left me, and all is good. Then I hit the gym pretty hard yesterday, had a visit at Fitwell, (I’m still sore from Dr. Covey’s adventures) and am starting to feel almost normal again. This getting old stuff sucks. If men had to deal with what we deal with, there would be mandatory PTO’s for three days a month so you could get your head straight. Today I did a great cardio session. I’ve been pretty good on my eating too. OK, since the great S’More adventure, I’ve been good. Tonight, blackened sirloin, brown rice, Caesar salad.
OMG I have the headache of all time this morning. Four cups of coffee, four tylenol this morning. Four Advil last night. No gym this morning. I’m going at lunch. I have an event for work tonight so that justifies a lunch soiree to the gym. I miss working out midday anyway. Got a little off track last night, which may be the cause of the headache. It was 46 degrees at 5pm yesterday so I built a fire. Well, if you’re going to build a fire you gotta make S’Mores…right? I think the sugar did me in even though I went to dog school two hours after the fact, I drank a ton of water, my brain is in pain this morning. It’s funny how I get a worse hangover from S’Mores than I do from wine. Weird.
It was a really great weekend. I got to play golf, even though it was swamp golf. Loaded up on my BFL groceries. Made an excellent curried chicken and grape salad for the week. Pulled weeds, then gave up and moved to Round-up. Laid nekkid by the pool, certainly a favorite activity. One you will see no photo journalism of in this space. Watched Patton. Did you know Francis Ford Coppola was a writer on that? Me either. It’s also pretty close to what actually happened. Sometimes I might be a Patton at work. OK, I don’t slap the burned out EO’s, jeez. Took the big boy to the reservior for a walk, gave him a bath. Cleaned out the BMW. Fussed with more weeds. Cooked my food for the week. Had an epic free day. A pint of Haagen Daz (light) a blackened sirloin a little loaf of sourdough. Truely epic. BUT TODAY:
1 egg 3 whites
WW cereal with n/f milk
1/2 lean ham sandwich
Chicken/grape almond salad
grapes and string cheese
BFL baked chicken parmesean
And now for the sad part
I’m not going to be the biggest loser, eh?
OUCH! Medial collateral tendonitis in my wrist. I haven’t lifted for a couple of days now. I’ve been doing cardio, but it’s still not getting any better. Hurts like a mofo. I had ART done on it last Wednesday and it’s been taped for two days. I’ve been taking Advil regularly and it’s still pretty messed up. Golf tomorrow should be interesting….
First the good news. I finished the four week cycle and added 10 pounds to the goal weight. I successfully pushed 205 in the gym the other day. That’s a happy day. Actually the day I did 195 for reps was a pretty happy day too. My shoulder, elbow and wrist on the left side are giving me trouble. I made a pilgramage to Fitwell Chiropractic and Lisa worked on my arm. Some is better, some needs more work. My wrist is killing me. My very supportive network of friends have advised me that it’s arthritis brought on by my advanced age. OK, they aren’t so supportive. They probably aren’t right either. It’s probably a form of tendonitis. Anyway, I’ll be back to Fitwell tomorrow and the following Wednesday in hopes of getting it fixed. Strangely, this is the good news. The bad news, I just can’t behave with my eating. I start out with the best of intentions and then silliness occurs. I think it has had more to do with the stress of my job then anything else. I no longer manage the band of miscreants that I’d been saddled with, so I think that will help dramatically. The Prima Donnas had one last salvo, and they think they got what they wanted. Now I call that branch Toyota. You asked for it, you got it!
OK, I’m not much of a loser