Backslider

I was going to write a post about how during the month of September saw me backsliding a bit as far as working out was concerned. Looking back on Garmin Connect, though, that would have been me being unfair to me. I looked back at my activity over the last few weeks and there’s nothing there to be ashamed of. Indeed, given some of the headwinds I was facing, I did quite well.

I realize now that the annual August malaise bled somewhat into September. The past month has been a particularly difficult time at work. Without getting too far into the weeds, there are two systems we had to upgrade which are vital to the company. Without these two databases, the company cannot do business. I was heading up this project and remembered when we did something similar a couple years back. Then, as now, I made myself sick with worry. There was no reason to think the upgrade would not proceed successfully. However, on the off chance that something went awry, the company could have been down for hours, of not a couple days.

Continue reading “Backslider”

Relics From The Past

This morning, as I was shaving, I beheld myself in the mirror and was amazed. I had to move around a bit to ensure that what I saw was not the result of some trick of the light. Indeed not. Where before had been the bulging, amorphous mass of pasty pale flesh on which floated the lonely island of my naval that was my stomach, I spied on either side of my abdomen two very shallow, rounded creases running from my rib cage and disappearing somewhere north of my hips. This, I believe….I hope….is the boundary that seperates my external obliques from the central muscles of the rectus abdominus.
Make no mistake. Joe Six Pack I’m not. I’m not even Joe Pony Keg. But there, before me, was the whiff of the faint beginnings of…dare I say it…definition. Somewhere beneath the accumulated flab of the ages, like the Tomb of the Ten Thousand Mummies buried in Egypt, lie my abs, up till now sleeping an eternal sleep, awaiting discovery.
I fear that today I’ll eat an ice cream bar, or a package of Swedish fish from the vending machine at work or perhaps even a slice of pizza and tomorrow I’ll look in the mirror and the barely discernable rifts in my tummy will be gone forever….lost under the shifting sands of time.

No Stomach For It

Of course, my weight is never far from my thoughts. I weighed myself (220) today, as is my habit and entered the number in a spreadsheet I keep, along with a small note about the day’s work out. It’s good to look at that spreadsheet every once in awhile; to see the numbers grow smaller. I see the plateaus, but I also see the trend is inexorably downward. Its slow, but it’s the right way, I believe.
Continue reading “No Stomach For It”

Been A Long Time…

The active lifestyle of NostraSeamus has definitely taken a toll on the Prophecies of NostraSeamus…
For the last week, I’ve been working, toiling in the yard after work, squeezing in a little school work here and there and even taking a drive to the landfill after my morning walks. It amazes me how much I miss writing here, even though few read it. It’s become a habit.
Continue reading “Been A Long Time…”

219

I stepped on the scale yesterday and it read 219. I’m thrilled at the progress. As I believe I wrote before, during other attempts to bring my weight down, I seem to have always stalled in that 224 – 226 netherworld.

At six feet tall and 219 pounds, my body mass index (BMI) is 29.7. According to the numerous websites I’ve checked, including the National Cancer Institute and the National Institutes of Health, I am now merely overweight. At any weight over 220, my BMI was 30.0 or higher. This, according to most accepted guidelines, is obese. When first read about BMI a couple years ago, I was deeply mortified and that BMI number has rattled around in my head practically every day since I first learned of it.
Continue reading “219”

Black Hole Sun

As I was getting dressed this morning, my attention was grabbed by the shadows of tree branches shimmying on the floor of my bedroom. Confused, I leapt to the window and caught a glimpse of a strange, very pale, yellow disc in the sky. Very quickly the clouds moved in to smother it and the shadows on the floor disappeared.
Continue reading “Black Hole Sun”

Off The Wagon

When they say it’s a lifestyle change, you don’t realize what that means until you revert back to the old lifestyle.
Last Thursday, Cupcake and I went up to the Philadelphia area to help her daughter and son-in-law move into their new house. As Lindsey’s company paid for top notch movers, there wasn’t a whole hell of a lot to do. The weather was beautiful, so there was a lot of sitting on the back patio, drinking beer and eating take out. A whole lot of take out and a whole lot of beer and quite a bit of Jack Daniels to boot.
Continue reading “Off The Wagon”

The Journeys of NostraSeamus – 4/11/2009

roaming_20090411
I covered 49 miles this week, for a total of 344.5 miles from Harpers Ferry. This week’s journey took me through Parkersburg, West Virginia, situated on the banks of the Ohio River. Parkersburg is named after Alexander Parker, who was granted land in the area for his service in the American Revolution. A couple miles from Parkersburg, on the Ohio River, is Blennerhassett Island State Park. The island, partially owned by Harman Blennerhassett, allegedly served as a staging area for Aaron Burr’s scheme to carve out an empire for himself by conquering part of the newly acquired Louisiana Purchase and Mexico. Burr, a Revolutionary War hero, U.S. Senator, New York assemblyman and Attorney General and the third Vice-President of the United States, was acquitted of charges of treason that arose from the scheme. Before going on trial for treason, Burr gained notoriety by killing Alexander Hamilton in a duel.
Continue reading “The Journeys of NostraSeamus – 4/11/2009”