Yesterday evening as I was driving to the gym, I received the following:
Or “fat ass”. Either way, this portly pepper pot needs to shed some lbs.
Part of my New Years resolutions for this year (and every year) involves weight loss. It’s something I continually struggle with, and it’s getting worse as I age and my metabolism slows down.
I wish there was a simple solution. Other than meth, that is.
The frustrating thing is that moving the needle on the scale is proving to be really difficult. I’m not exactly sedentary– I go to the gym 5 times a week. I do cardio, push-ups, sit-ups, and lift some free weights. I also do yoga.
And I know they say the real key to weight loss lies in dietary changes. Which is also frustrating because I don’t have any real easy changes to make there.
I don’t drink any soda (diet or regular), I have stopped buying potato chips. I don’t drink alcohol (maybe a beer a month). I don’t snack between meals. I eat a small breakfast (cereal or toast, and some fruit) every morning. Lunch is usually a sandwich and some chips. Dinner is… ?
And still I’m a fatty fatty two-by-four.
I’ve recently taken to getting soup for dinners. More small things like yogurt to eat for dinner. And I’m trying not to eat late.
I’ve also started weighing and charting my weight each day. And I’ve maaaaaaaybe lost a pound.
Grrrrrr. I need to lose 20 lbs to feel better about myself. 30 lbs to be roughly the right size for me. And 40 lbs to be “healthy”.
I’d settle for 15 just so my pants for better.
It’s time that I face facts. I’m 46. Grey. I’ve got a “dad bod”. I have more aches and pains accumulating. I also have a stable job, and a living environment with no roommates.
I’m a *gasp*…
But sometimes membership does have its privileges.
Like on Friday when I was hit on by (and subsequently had sex with) a 23 year old regulation hottie.
And when I say “hottie” I mean this kid is a solid 9.
Handsome as fuck. Chestnut hair and beard. Stacked muscular torso with pecs for days! And as for *doen there*?
I will say the one drawback is that he fucked like a 23 year old- and I think we all have an idea of what this entails. But he definitely got extra credit for alacrity and effulgence!
And he texted me this weekend.
So, while I may not quite be ready for full daddy status, I will try my best to enjoy myself along the downhill slide.
So, it’s snowing today in Minnesota and you would think its the end of the world.
I mean, sure. We’ve had a mild winter and almost no snow so far this year. The weather folks are predicting a fairly heavy snow, and yeah– it’s gonna impact the evening commute. But they are closing schools here. People are leaving work early.
Shit people– 5 years ago we had one of the snowiest winters in record and nearly EVERY snowfall was over a foot. Even the metronome collapsed, fer cryin’ in a bucket! And it was business as goddamn usual.
But for this snow storm , everyone is going bonkers.
I figure my drive home will be a breeze because (a) all-wheel drive and (b) everyone will have left early.
**UPDATE: they just cancelled chorus rehearsal tonight. Well- I guess I can just head home and have a relaxing evening instead.
This week (on Tuesday evening) I went under the needle again in order to add to my leg tattoo.
I like the results!
But over time I decided that it was too spare a design. I wanted other spiritual designs incorporated — and something representing air (like clouds or smoke).
The mandala on the back of my calf was added last year. It hurt like a sonofabitch, btw. And it also left the front side looking very unbalanced.
So this week the front mandala was added with some light cloud outlines to border and contain the design.
This was MUCH less hurty and it’s healing nicely.
It’s all black ink (or grey) which is in keeping with the theme on the rest of my body. (The purple is left over from where he sketched on me). The two mandalas and the text also fall into my ikebana sensibilities (two elements, 3 heights, scalene triangle form).
And yes– this is shit I think about before marking my body.
The text really isn’t covered up or inked over, but rather overlays and incorporates into the mandalas. Yes, it makes the text harder to discern– but I know it’s there and what it says.
I am now satisfied with the balance on my leg; and I think it’s done. If I want to add some shading or something later, I can. But right now I want the skin to be the backdrop of the design.
And I need to live with it for awhile.
My table is in, and boy do I love it!
Or three for a card night.
Or one, where we could sit in the captain’s chairs and say things like “please pass the salt.”