Yesterday I had to have blood taken so it interrupted my way-before-the-crack-of-dawn routine of going to the gym and then then bus. The upside is I worked from home so I got 9 hours of sleep. I decided to take a day off from the gym (first I was merely postponing the workout until later in the day, but eventually I gave myself permission to take the day off provided a: I didn’t also go on an eating binge and b: I definitely went on Saturday. Even god needed a rest, according to some literature I’ve read. An official reason for not going to the gym before the appointment is I’ve found when I have a really great workout, my blood sugar actually goes up temporarily while my body releases stored carbs and fat and converts them to fuel, so in order to make sure my blood sugar level is as low as I can while fasting, I keep the cardio to a minimum). Wow, that parenthetical was longer than the paragraph itself.
They say that it takes eight weeks for a behavioral change to become a habit. I don’t know who they are or where I read that. But in the past eight weeks, going to the gym and eating well has become somewhat routine. The guilt when I miss a workout is there so maybe there’s hope for me yet.
Of course, one of the behavioral changes I’ve made is become a morning person. So when I woke up this morning, fully refreshed and ready to take on the world at 630am without the aide of an alarm clock or hungry cat, I decided to roll out of bed and hit the gym. If there’s a bad side about my gym is on the weekends it is overrun by children with all the activities in the gymnasium/rock wall and the outdoor pool with the waterslide. So it was nice to get there without the constant reminders of why I insist on using birth control. The workout was great. I went up on all my weights lifting and am almost ready to move up a level on the StepMill. After the workout I showered and had a nice non-rushed cup of coffee and protein shake while I got to watch the attractive moms come in with their kids. A perfect Saturday morning and it wasn’t even 930 yet!
32 pounds for those keeping score at home.
I remember some Saturdays I’d stay in bed until noon not too long ago. Then again, 10 years ago I would get up at 6 am to go mountain biking before it got too hot. I’m glad I got my workout done for the day and if it wasn’t so fucking hot already I’d think about fixing the flat on my bike’s tire and go riding. But it is fucking hot already.
How hot is it? It is the hottest June ever! (maybe not ever, but in a long damn time). The scary part is it really doesn’t start cooking here until July.
I’m at one of the 293 Starbucks near my house under a shade tree enjoying an unsweetened green iced tea. This Starbucks and the one a block away are usually filled with old Vietnamese-American men smoking cigarettes and shooting the shit in Vietnamese about whatever old guys talk about. Probably about sports and women. John McCain would probably go totally Manchurian Candidate in this place. That unstable old fuck. Me? I like it when the men’s hot daughters or granddaughters come to pick them up.
OK. It is officially too hot to be sitting outside, shady tree on not.
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