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- 7 years and 201 days since I started this blog -
- 7 years and 201 days since I started this blog -
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I didn't weigh myself yesterday. For what it's worth, I think I would have been down a little. I was rushed all day, and never had the time to do it. Then, throughout the day, I was functioning on 'automatic'. In the end, I wrote it off as a sick day. Why?
Because I made an appointment for 8:30am.
It has been more than two-and-a-half years since I've left the house that early. As a rule, If I wake up then, I go back to sleep. That's because I rarely fall asleep before three in the morning. It's a habit.
But a friend needed a ride to his first colonoscopy, and both the friend and the medical office were close to my apartment. I've relied on friends myself in the past for this so it was time to pay it back.
I was told the whole procedure would last for an hour-and-a-half to two hours, I set my alarm to count down seventy-five minutes and went back home, but couldn't fall asleep (I tried).
An hour later, I got a call that it was done, and scrambled back.
I was back home by 11:45am, and the day could have been fine, but I had a 1pm dental appointment for a crown replacement, so I set my alarm appropriately, and tried to take a nap, with limited (about twenty minutes) success.
This procedure was supposed to last two hours, it ended up being almost four. When I was done, I was quite sore. It felt like someone had punched me in the jaw - and that was before the novocaine wore off.
Instead of being three o'clock, as planned, it was a quarter to five, and I had to leave for a gig at five-fifteen. I hadn't yet eaten anything all day. I grabbed a couple of Quest bars, loaded up my gear and left for the gig.
Just to complete the picture, this is the weekend of the Syracuse Nationals, which is an auto race and exhibition where thousands of classic, restored and custom cars compete. I guess. I have no interest, but my apartment is in the city's motel concentration area, where all these people with all these fancy cars congregate while they're in town, and create a traffic problem for me the entire time, because the biggest hotel (Holiday Inn), with the biggest parking lot, is at the confluence of the Thruway exit and 7th North Street, the street I live on. I am less than a half-mile away. And these good people put on a show for the locals, who set up beach chairs on both sides of 7th North. During this four-day period of time, I expect it to take five minutes or more to pull out of the driveway.
Yesterday was the first day of that.
The forty-minute drive to Moondog's Lounge took fifty minutes, the extra ten coming from negotiating the quarter-mile between my apartment complex and the Thruway entrance.
Clearing that, I'm happy to say, was the last of the day's trials and tribulations. I was tired and sore, but once I was on the highway, at peace and looking forward to the gig.
I get this weird sense of satisfaction when a day like this happens. It is a challenge, something of a game to me, to see if I can stay cool/maintain/abide in the face of obstacles, pain and frustration. Today, I was able to do that, and really enjoy the gig at Moondog's Lounge with Modafferi.
But, boy, at the end of the day, I was tired! Almost-/semi-/pursued enlightenment (ha-ha) isn't easy. (Achieved enlightenment is, I think).
I ended the day feeling grateful for all the good things in my life. I got home and fell asleep instantly.
Today's Weight: 205.0 lbs.
Previous Weight (7/18/18): 205.4 lbs.
Because I made an appointment for 8:30am.
It has been more than two-and-a-half years since I've left the house that early. As a rule, If I wake up then, I go back to sleep. That's because I rarely fall asleep before three in the morning. It's a habit.
But a friend needed a ride to his first colonoscopy, and both the friend and the medical office were close to my apartment. I've relied on friends myself in the past for this so it was time to pay it back.
I was told the whole procedure would last for an hour-and-a-half to two hours, I set my alarm to count down seventy-five minutes and went back home, but couldn't fall asleep (I tried).
An hour later, I got a call that it was done, and scrambled back.
I was back home by 11:45am, and the day could have been fine, but I had a 1pm dental appointment for a crown replacement, so I set my alarm appropriately, and tried to take a nap, with limited (about twenty minutes) success.
This procedure was supposed to last two hours, it ended up being almost four. When I was done, I was quite sore. It felt like someone had punched me in the jaw - and that was before the novocaine wore off.
Instead of being three o'clock, as planned, it was a quarter to five, and I had to leave for a gig at five-fifteen. I hadn't yet eaten anything all day. I grabbed a couple of Quest bars, loaded up my gear and left for the gig.
Just to complete the picture, this is the weekend of the Syracuse Nationals, which is an auto race and exhibition where thousands of classic, restored and custom cars compete. I guess. I have no interest, but my apartment is in the city's motel concentration area, where all these people with all these fancy cars congregate while they're in town, and create a traffic problem for me the entire time, because the biggest hotel (Holiday Inn), with the biggest parking lot, is at the confluence of the Thruway exit and 7th North Street, the street I live on. I am less than a half-mile away. And these good people put on a show for the locals, who set up beach chairs on both sides of 7th North. During this four-day period of time, I expect it to take five minutes or more to pull out of the driveway.
Yesterday was the first day of that.
The forty-minute drive to Moondog's Lounge took fifty minutes, the extra ten coming from negotiating the quarter-mile between my apartment complex and the Thruway entrance.
Clearing that, I'm happy to say, was the last of the day's trials and tribulations. I was tired and sore, but once I was on the highway, at peace and looking forward to the gig.
I get this weird sense of satisfaction when a day like this happens. It is a challenge, something of a game to me, to see if I can stay cool/maintain/abide in the face of obstacles, pain and frustration. Today, I was able to do that, and really enjoy the gig at Moondog's Lounge with Modafferi.
But, boy, at the end of the day, I was tired! Almost-/semi-/pursued enlightenment (ha-ha) isn't easy. (Achieved enlightenment is, I think).
I ended the day feeling grateful for all the good things in my life. I got home and fell asleep instantly.
Food and Diet
Net Loss/Gain: - 0.4 lbs.
Diet Comment
I didn't report what I ate yesterday (it wasn't good), but I expected a gain. This hasn't been a great week. I'm wondering if the lack of coffee had a negative effect.
Food Log
Breakfast
4:40pm: Chopped salad: Prosciutto, hard-boiled eggs, shaved parmesan cheese, chard, kale, spinnach, cabbage and creamy balsamic dressing.
Lunch
8:30pm: A Quest bar.
Dinner
1:00am: Pepperoni and brussel sprouts.
Liquid Intake
4:40pm: Chopped salad: Prosciutto, hard-boiled eggs, shaved parmesan cheese, chard, kale, spinnach, cabbage and creamy balsamic dressing.
Lunch
8:30pm: A Quest bar.
Dinner
1:00am: Pepperoni and brussel sprouts.
Liquid Intake
Espressos: 1; Coffee: 0 oz.; Tea: 0 oz.; Water: 56+ oz.;
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