Friday, March 6, 2009

Losing weight through brute force. And now through other things as well. An update.

Because I had to change my eating habits somewhat in order to lose more weight faster, I am no longer trying to lose weight solely through brute force. And I'm a little sad about that. However, it's working out OK. I am now down to 241, which means I have lost about 20 pounds overall. I fit comfortably into jeans that I couldn't wear just three weeks ago. I notice the weight loss in odd places and for odd reasons. It never occurred to me what a chore it had been, in the past, to clip my toenails. I had just finished clipping them yesterday when I realized that I was not out of breath. Normally, I have contorted myself into so many pretzel-like formations just to reach my toes with the clippers that I am not only cramped up, but also sweating, breathing heavily, and I have done a rather half-assed job on my toenails. No more. I can reach them now!

Also, I have this ring on my finger. It's not a wedding ring, or a promise ring, or anything lame like that. Just a ring I once got with my girlfriend during one of those let's-get-rings moments. So, in a way, it's even more lame. But it of course has tremendous sentimental value. To me, it has a certain amount of sentiment attached. But to her, it means everything in the world. My ring, that is. When I take it off because it's bothering me, she gets antsy. When I take it off to work out in the basement, and I watch Family Ties while I'm working out, she accuses me of having a crush on Justine Bateman. Like Justine can see me through the TV and I want to look available. Well, she's at least half-right there. Why else would I watch Family Ties? I don't tell her that when I go to work out at Greco, I take off the ring and tie it to my shoelace, because I hate picking up weights with it on. I also keep it to myself when I take it off during a round of golf. It really is because it annoys me when I grip a club, and not because of the cart girls. If there's anything that says "off limits" more than a ring, it's a gaudy white tan-band where that ring obviously goes, normally.

Anyway, yesterday I lost it. I was noticing the day before that as I have lost weight, my fingers are also getting skinnier, and the ring slips off them quite easily. I noticed when I got into work that it had, in fact, slipped off my finger and was gone. I tore apart my car, I retraced all my steps, I searched high and low. I was in a bit of a panic, because I knew if I got home and it was sitting in my driveway, she would already have found it and she would be furious. And if I lost it at the Tim Horton's drive-thru that morning, I would never find it, and she would be even more furious. Finally, however, I discovered that it was in my lunch bag with my chili. Not in my chili, but beside it. And a crisis was averted. Thank God.

So, my fingers are skinnier, I can now clip my toenails comfortably, and shirts and pants that I thought were lost forever fit nicely once again. All is good. But I only lost two pounds this week. And if I want to win this workplace challenge thing, I need to do better than that. So I plan to ramp up my workout regimen. Because I still believe brute force is the best way to shed pounds. So now, when I finish my Greco workout today, and I go home exhausted and broken, I will get on the rowing machine for half an hour. And then I will do that again tomorrow. I have been skipping Sundays, not working out at all because I figure a one-day break is a good idea. No more. This Sunday, I am back on the rowing machine again. I will win this thing. And then I will eat cheeseburgers every day for a week.

Thursday, March 5, 2009

Evil Dead: The Musical!

Who doesn't love the Evil Dead series? The Mayfair is promoting Evil Dead: The Musical by running Evil Dead and Army of Darkness on March 6th and 7th (tomorrow and Saturday), and the show is coming to the Kailash Mital Theatre at Carleton University March 12th, 13th, 14th and 19th, 20th and 21st. This could be one of the most bonkers things you've ever seen. I just received some promotional materials at the station - very cool stuff, especially when Doc ripped open the package and yanked the folder out, without really paying attention. Boy, did he ever jump! This is what the package looks like:




Lots of fun! Woody loves the musicals...but I doubt he'll be into this one. I would take him as my man-date, but my girlfriend loves the Evil Dead. Because she's cool like that. So I will likely have to take her. And I'm keeping the hand.


Monday, March 2, 2009

Just had to throw this up here...

This is, really, a paragraph taken directly from the press release I received concerning the Tragically Hip's tour, their three appearances in Ottawa (September 26th, 27th and 28th at the NAC), and their new CD We Are The Same. Check this out - copied and pasted:

The Tragically Hip, a dozen albums and 26 years in the making, shows us once again not only why they are but who they are, snowshoeing through new land while sowing seeds for all of us secret musicians and poets and citizens hungry for a chance. And a change. We Are the Same, brings its listeners something beyond the unexpected: actual hope. Gord Downie’s lyrics—backed by a band ripe with confidence and skill—tackle what we might assume had passed far under the bridge. Bob Rock recorded and mixed We Are The Same at the band’s Bath House studio in Kingston, Vancouver and Maui.

Seriously. Are they letting Gord Downie write his own cryptic, bizarre press releases now? Snowshoeing? Secret musicians? And what's with the "hope" business? I know it's a big buzzword, but...come on! Then again, I might assume this had all passed under the bridge...