it's the stacking of clean days (sleep, activity, nutrition) that matter more than that day's calories (although, admittedly, they are important). my mind has got to shift to "it's the stacking."
tuesday, march 24th: 202.6, 39.5. while these are good numbers (from a great day yesterday), a couple of sips or a bit of red meat can make my process feel like slow/no motion. one good day just doesn't do the wellness thing. consistency does. one bad day can screw things up, however.
mentally, i know this. sometimes, in the moment, it seems as though i revert to calorie awareness as a default (and that is the slow-motion sludge).
approximately 3 weeks left, and www (my 10 weeks or 70-ish days) will be complete i have (traditonally) finished strong, and (in this case) that doesn't mean cramming for the final. what it does mean is (1) getting back into the mold, (2) avoiding the big challenge/barrier, and (3) a pristine finish.
to be honest with myself, i can't wait to begin book 132 (who are wIe as men?) so i am looking forward. my lifestyle changes & wellness students have me (simultaneously) on a 90-day challenge, so the plan is to continue with the lifestyle and check results in mid may.
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i'll know that i'm back if i show the full log, tonight at c.o.b.
in the movie, lieutenant dan had some unique ways of asking god to prove himself. "god showed up" refers to the ensuing hurricane (carmen). in his defense, lieutenant dan's response was:
"you call this a storm? ...i'm right here! ...come and get me! yah-ha-haa!"
-lieutenant dan
god showed-up... this morning. when wIe are tracking & charting regularly, the data, well, it doesn't lie: 203.4 lbs; 40.25 circumference. yes. weight is up, abdominal circumference showing back up (over 40). f-that!
as if i had no clue that a week of going off-plan (on spring break) and those several glasses of wine yesterday (coupled with that huge steak) weren't going to produce the exact data points that they produced.
at least i have a great weather day ahead, so a trip to the gym and a looooooong walk could catapult me into next week: routines, routines, routines!
i'll post the end-of-day chart (tonight), and we'll get that top-1% level of accountability back into this program, which is entering its last 3 weeks.
note: i'm also hoping that god shows up -- in the form of a hummingbird.
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night time. i don't want to log. i've had wine (yes, i rationalized because it was "low calorie, low alcohol" ...but i did my old thing: sip out on the deck. then (typical) i went for a walk, but i put a $20 in my pocket (uh, just in case) and stopped into j.r. cash's outside bar, yes, hooked-up with friends, yes, and talked trash, yes, and had three more pints of juicy jay i.p.a.
old habits, man.
my hope is to begin again, tomorrow. my vacation week ends tonight. (i hope) :)
it’s nobody’s business,
can’t believe that they ask (why?)
it's just not their business:
deny until you die __________________ ·it
amazes me, sometimes, that people will inquire as to things that should be left
between those who were actually involved in a situation.
·is
this world one of voyeurs? “i prefer not to talk
about those kinds of things” might be a way to address
those who are prying into your personal business. heaven knows that (if you
tell them) then they will feel that it is okay to
tell others.
deny until you die.
they are
going to think & say what they are going to think & say… anyway.
untamed by u. n. tamed non-committal, cocky: arrogant,
and blamed free to be short/stocky free to Be: untamed
___________________ ·the wild stallion wants to roam,
free.
·he doesn’t need family, friends or
strap-hangers. s/he just wants to roam (free!). while those (on the
outside) might shame, and blame, and criticize, and demonize… stallions (and fillies)
will simply be…
day 48: after leaving for spring break (10 days ago) i haven't logged my intake or expenditure. i got 'stranded' in destin for a couple of extra days.
pros:
walked the beach, daily.
made it to the gym (4 times); all upper body days.
kept meal portions small, for the most part.
bought food and cooked (for the most part).
limited alcohol (except for st. paddy's day).
got a 90-minute massage.
cons:
since i didn't chart or track, i veered off-course a bit.
had beers (at the beach) each day.
today: 202.8 lbs; 39.75 circ; lennytime (BWE, stretch, wIe moves); beat wendy (focus); built relationships (GC+); took small action toward entrepreneurship; unpacked & worked on clutter. i feel like i'm back.
*written in response to the dream-team's response to a thoem that, while not a home run, got a man on base. b131's'panic button'was a bit long, an it was a bit preachy. that's okay. i left it in, as a pawn of sorts... so that the other thoems would stand out and shine.
this one is vulgar, so i won't just post it up. bill swears. in this one, he talks about sex. only adults and the open-minded should click on the link...
and (even then) only if you're a bill burr fan.
it relates soooooo well to my thoughts and writings, though,
she blames him for
“cheating” he blames her for “moods” poor folks blame the
corporations (doing what they do) red sox blame the yankees,
yes, well isn’t that a shame maybe it’s just (really) that
the blaming game is lame __________________ ·imagine
blaming a young, high-testosterone male for having testosteronic thoughts and urges.
the sand flea is an outdoor food/beer spot on the pavilion, across the street from sandpiper village in destin, florida. instead of hanging drink mugs on the ceiling, they go with huggies/koozies affixed to the bar post.
back in the day, jim casey (r.i.p.) & i would stop here during one of our beach walks/jogs. it has been through a few upgrades (e.g. clothing sales) but still harbors the same, friendly atmosphere. i met 'tommy bahama' and we talked about the military. he also suggested that i buy a condo at the sandpiper.
it was an honor to be entered into the koozie wall of fame (the barmaid writes your flea-name on the koozie), and i'm already planning a return visit.
* "everybody happy" was one of the first things that tommy said to me, so that is the title of this thoem.
at mcguires (above), they use the more traditional method.
1.become clear about what you don’t want, 2.use
that to become extremely clear about what you do want, 3.focus
then, only on what you want, and 4.take
actions toward that.
what if every, single thing in the menagerie is man-you-fact-u-red, by the ego, believing-in its own mystory?
when a base-card falls, the whole house-of-cards re-presents as a Big Game: the hunter be-ing the hunted, the observer be-ing the ob-served?
when every, single sensory input is doubted, what is left?
science would be the only thing left, maybe... unless science itself -- is a magic show.
ouch.
the only recourse, in that case, would be to Play: to Create, to man-u-Fact-ture. in other words, instead of buying-into the narrative, consider writing/Directingthe Play, Steeringthe Dream.
it’s all about perspectives bicycle v. car canoe versus the motorboat amateur vs. star sunrise doesn’t fight the sunset
(criminals/detectives) child versus parent-ing: so it’s a
thing: perspectives
________________________________ ·thoetically, as i was rushing toward my zen sunrise, my car found itself
behind a little ol’ lady who was hell-bent on sloooooowly easing toward a
full stop at every stop sign.
·while perspectives can add valuable
insight, getting stuck in one’s own perspective is what separates the canoe
from the ski-boat, the husband from the wife, the rabbit from the wolf, and the
breath-of-death from life. somehow, in that moment, i imagined that (maybe) she
had a little child in the car, or (maybe) she was on parole, and obeying every law, or
(maybe) she was just driving correctly. maybe i was the one who
needed the shift. ;)
omniscient overconfidence with cold
lucidity some say artificial not stupidity ___________________ ·when neil degrasse tyson quips “artificial stupidity...”
he is (simply) attempting to lighten the mood. often the smartest person in the
room, he (amid alternative intelligence) finds himself dwarfed.
my friends think i lie about our
future (uhh) sensations it’s hello/goodbye within my new
confabulations ___________________ ·let it be said that this thing is even worse than i
thought (at worst). not that it will all end badly (although that is
likely), but that there is no way to predict what the very, very near future
will bestow.
i've been following this for over 10 years, and neil degrassee tyson has always been the voice of reason, espousing that AGI/ASI was not only impossible, but nothing to worry about. in this video, you can see it in his eyes. this is not a good scenario.
