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 have the bright idea to take my toddlers camping

I’m someone who never seems to be far from a computer, so you might not think that I enjoy camping . . . but I do. A lot. Being amongst nature makes me happy — you have to step back and live more simply, lead a less-complicated life, and that makes me happy1. First, there… Continue reading Where I have the bright idea to take my toddlers camping

Where I realize that not all trips for ice cream are created equally

Saturday was a fine day. Duffy and I traded off watching the kids and getting yardwork done, meaning that I actually got a little bit of sun (which, I hope, will mean that I don’t burn the very instant that I get to the beach in July). There was some napping that happened. All in… Continue reading Where I realize that not all trips for ice cream are created equally

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 dust off this old blog of mine

I’m tired (for reasons which will soon be exposed), so we’ll go bullet point style, again1 I woke up at 4 this morning to take a conference call. I’m part of a large project, with a strict, quickly-approaching deadline, and the person who is leading the project is in the UK — so a 4:30… Continue reading Where I dust off this old blog of mine

Where I classify myself as injury prone

I am not a graceful person. When I do yoga, it’s an exercise in me not falling down and trying to avoid farting while hiding the erection that I’ll inevitably get during corpse pose. I’ve been told that I have a near-perfect running posture, but, well, when I run, it feels like I’m a set… Continue reading Where I classify myself as injury prone

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