Category: Eating Right

Where I reflect a bit after my vacation

I had hoped to get a “Wordless Wednesday” post out yesterday – but I’m still running around a bit like a chicken with its head cut off, and this week is getting away from me. Sometime soon, though, I’ll have a post with a pictorial depiction of my week at the beach. I love each… Continue reading Where I reflect a bit after my vacation

Where I force the disjointed thoughts out of my head

There has been minimal-to-no bounceback from the weight-loss when I was sick. Therefore, I’m claiming that most of the weight-loss was more-related to my lack of alcohol than the actual sickness. There were a shit-ton of hyphens in that first bullet point. After drinking far too much over the camping weekend, I’m giving my liver… Continue reading Where I force the disjointed thoughts out of my head

Where I reflect on health and weight, yet again

I’ve always maintained that I would kick-ass on “The Moderate Loser.” When I can take the time to really sit back and concentrate on my health, I shed pounds and my body starts looking good. The thing is, The Biggest Loser is not indicative of real life. You can’t just stop what you’re doing, head… Continue reading Where I reflect on health and weight, yet again

Where I relax and just type what crosses my mind

I’ve managed at least one visit to the same gym for the past 21 weeks. I think this deserves some kind of special award. I’m trying to cut back on caffeine. I’m failing miserably. I, however, have cut way back on alcohol intake . . . but I worry that the primary reason for this… Continue reading Where I relax and just type what crosses my mind

Where I recount my past weekend

This past weekend was Easter weekend — well, I guess, the past two weekends were Easter weekend. See, my wife is Greek Orthodox, and as such, I’m heavily involved with the Greek Orthodox church in our community1. In fact, I’m the cathedral organist2. Since the orthodox calendar is different than the “western calendar” when it… Continue reading Where I recount my past weekend

Where I remind myself that scale only reports a number

I have a confession for all of y’all. No, it’s not that I’ve allowed my vision to stray while someone, with ample cleavage, bent over in front of me1. It’s not that I’ve gone a long time without sitting down to read an actual book, instead doing my “reading” through audiobooks (I admit this, freely… Continue reading Where I remind myself that scale only reports a number

Where I pull out the crock pot to make dinner (and talk about boobs, of course)

Life has been crazy lately. I get to work, and spend all of my time, um, working1 and then I head onto symphony, or band, or home . . . and you know, finding time to blog when you’re just in constant motion2 is really freaking difficult. Also really freaking difficult? Finding time to make… Continue reading Where I pull out the crock pot to make dinner (and talk about boobs, of course)

Where I just close my eyes & type

Now that I’m bald, but bearded, I feel like Sid Haig. I’m really tempted to dress up in clown makeup and call everyone by Groucho Marx character names. Or just watch lots of Rob Zombie movies1. The bald seems to be working well in combatting scalpne – and the strange looks I get from passersby… Continue reading Where I just close my eyes & type