I had a chocolate dipped vanilla ice-cream cone from Zesto last night after shivering at Little League practice with my kids for a couple hours. Mmmm-Mmmm. Cheap soft serve ice cream had never tasted so good. I stood in line with all the walks of life that frequent the south side Fort Wayne ice-cream mecca. Noticed the mostly dirty side walk, dark splotched and sticky little ponds, from the days ice-cream spilling activity. There is something innocent, true and genuine about the south side Zesto. It's kinda dirty, super old, tightly placed at a relatively busy corner. The ethnic diversity is strong. I don't think I would even flinch if shots rang out; just get the kids to the car. My kids love the place. Liam announced to me that we could get a better price on our goods if they had any 'Mess-Ups'. Sorry kid, - no mess ups last night. Had to go full price, even had to scrounge for loose change to settle the bill. That Zesto will forever be a good memory for my children. And me. Sure wish they took debit though.
I had sugar guilt later and did a series of Manbuilders. Manbuilders you ask, suspiciously? Why would a man such as myself need to pursue building? Nothing intellectual of course. Manbuilders are kind of like burpies with dumbbells. Squat down, kick back into push-up position, row with one 25lb weight, do a push-up, row with the other arm, do a push up, jump to squat position, then stand, dip with the weight, then press over-head. Oy vay. A very fitting name. Sick and sweating after a while I sat with the boys and slowly did sit ups watching TV. Some new series about a kid that sees patterns in numbers, something along those lines. The son has autism maybe, not sure, and Kiefer Sutherland, the dad, runs around telling people that he thinks his autistic son wants him to meet them for some universally parallel dimension bull shit. It's really quite interesting. I just kept doing sit-ups.
Friday, April 27, 2012
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
It's Over
My seven week Paleo diet and CrossFit Challenge has come to an end.
It was a good experience. Mostly. I was faithful to the diet. As best as I could be - cutting sugar out of your life is a hard thing to do. As you see there is sugar in red wine.
OK, I failed on the wine part. Shame. But - I did workout a fair amount. I can do those pull-ups finally. My dead lift increased by about 60 lbs. I lost three inches in my waist. But - only dropped one silly pound. Of course I quickly reasoned that I must have gained an incredible amount of rock hard muscle. Then they took the bicep measurements: nothing. No change. Those fibers just won't do it. They are slow twitch to the end. Barely a pulse. So, I don't know. I ate mushrooms, spinach, carrots, avocados, eggs and bacon for 7 weeks. Ah, bacon huh? I did hit the cashews pretty hard also. And I almost forgot the bananas. I put down some serious bananas.
I never have taken the time to monitor what I consume. I rather miss the days in college swimming when Hendrix and I would go to Arby's after practice, each get 5 roast beef sandwiches for $5 then in a matter of just a few minutes sit and eat all of it. Youth. We burned a whole lotta calories in those days.
I need something else. A race. A triathlon. And maybe even carbohydrates again. I don't know about the no sugar life. It's still life without sugar. It's just not as sweet. My pancreas loves it though apparently.
It was a good experience. Mostly. I was faithful to the diet. As best as I could be - cutting sugar out of your life is a hard thing to do. As you see there is sugar in red wine.
OK, I failed on the wine part. Shame. But - I did workout a fair amount. I can do those pull-ups finally. My dead lift increased by about 60 lbs. I lost three inches in my waist. But - only dropped one silly pound. Of course I quickly reasoned that I must have gained an incredible amount of rock hard muscle. Then they took the bicep measurements: nothing. No change. Those fibers just won't do it. They are slow twitch to the end. Barely a pulse. So, I don't know. I ate mushrooms, spinach, carrots, avocados, eggs and bacon for 7 weeks. Ah, bacon huh? I did hit the cashews pretty hard also. And I almost forgot the bananas. I put down some serious bananas.
I never have taken the time to monitor what I consume. I rather miss the days in college swimming when Hendrix and I would go to Arby's after practice, each get 5 roast beef sandwiches for $5 then in a matter of just a few minutes sit and eat all of it. Youth. We burned a whole lotta calories in those days.
I need something else. A race. A triathlon. And maybe even carbohydrates again. I don't know about the no sugar life. It's still life without sugar. It's just not as sweet. My pancreas loves it though apparently.
Friday, April 20, 2012
callous
I'm getting hands like a cowboy. Gristled. Calloused. Torn-up. That's what you get when office hands meet the pull-up bar. We did a nice workout at CrossFit a couple days ago - 10 pull-ups, then 15 box jumps, repeat 5 times. The workouts always sound so short and sweet. It's two little moves. But at the completion of 50 pull-ups, and 75 box jumps, dripping wet, torn, pained, laying on the floor looking at the steel beams in the warehouse roof you get a different perspective. It's not like working out at the YMCA. No one falls to the floor in a pool of sweat at the Y. But people routinely do it at CrossFit.
When I get up there's a nice little sweat angel on the floor. Eewww.
Yesterday we did medicine ball cleans for 1 minute, then burpies for 1 minute with 30 seconds rest between each move. Repeat 5 times. Again, sounds kind of easy but I felt weakened after the first round. CrossFit is intense fitness. I can see why and how people are getting hooked on it. I think it was likely created by the Orthopedic and physical therapy industries as a means to increase revenue. My long term swimming shoulder is throbbing even now.
When I get up there's a nice little sweat angel on the floor. Eewww.
Yesterday we did medicine ball cleans for 1 minute, then burpies for 1 minute with 30 seconds rest between each move. Repeat 5 times. Again, sounds kind of easy but I felt weakened after the first round. CrossFit is intense fitness. I can see why and how people are getting hooked on it. I think it was likely created by the Orthopedic and physical therapy industries as a means to increase revenue. My long term swimming shoulder is throbbing even now.
Wednesday, April 11, 2012
If I only had a brain.
When I was a kid I participated in a play. Third grade I think. Maybe earlier. All I can remember is singing the song "if I only had a brain". You know - the one that the scarecrow does when he's flopping around, refilling his straw and limberly strutting about. At least that's how I remember it.
"I could while away the hours. Confirrin' with the flowers"
Memories. They stay forever huh?
I've been continuing my endless pursuit of outputting mediocre artwork. Confirrin' with my own flowers. The flower has to be one of the most universally attempted objects to paint. They have so much going on: color, depth, shadowing, beauty. Every flower has an interesting perspective. Like the crocus. Those little beauties come up first, early in the Spring, and do take my breathe away. I can remember long ago telling someone my own brief glimpse of life, my outlook: we are like flowers. We have a season, a prime, we flower, stand around in the sunshine for a while. And then fade. Lose our petals. We too each have an interesting perspective. Some of us have good qualities even. It's what you do with yourself before the fade thats noteworthy. Enjoy your days in the sunshine. Enough rambling. Enough perspective.
I'd hate to be a Narcissus. Spending all my time starring at myself. Although I've been trying to paint them. Queen Anne's lace isn't all bad, but it's a weed. Sure looks pretty cycling past it in the summer though. A Tulip? No way. Classifying yourself as a Tulip is as common as drinking Merlot, and "I'm not drinking any fucking Merlot" as so poignantly stated in the movie Sideways.
Cheers! You've just read one of my most twisted efforts to date. Go smell the flowers. I'm drinking Pinot Noir tonight, otherwise known as the heartbreak grape. And, I'm proud to say I was an actor in a third grade production of The Wizard of OZ!
"I could while away the hours. Confirrin' with the flowers"
Memories. They stay forever huh?
I've been continuing my endless pursuit of outputting mediocre artwork. Confirrin' with my own flowers. The flower has to be one of the most universally attempted objects to paint. They have so much going on: color, depth, shadowing, beauty. Every flower has an interesting perspective. Like the crocus. Those little beauties come up first, early in the Spring, and do take my breathe away. I can remember long ago telling someone my own brief glimpse of life, my outlook: we are like flowers. We have a season, a prime, we flower, stand around in the sunshine for a while. And then fade. Lose our petals. We too each have an interesting perspective. Some of us have good qualities even. It's what you do with yourself before the fade thats noteworthy. Enjoy your days in the sunshine. Enough rambling. Enough perspective.
I'd hate to be a Narcissus. Spending all my time starring at myself. Although I've been trying to paint them. Queen Anne's lace isn't all bad, but it's a weed. Sure looks pretty cycling past it in the summer though. A Tulip? No way. Classifying yourself as a Tulip is as common as drinking Merlot, and "I'm not drinking any fucking Merlot" as so poignantly stated in the movie Sideways.
Cheers! You've just read one of my most twisted efforts to date. Go smell the flowers. I'm drinking Pinot Noir tonight, otherwise known as the heartbreak grape. And, I'm proud to say I was an actor in a third grade production of The Wizard of OZ!
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