I've been working out pretty steadily in my basement for about 4 months -- and have lost about 20 to 25 pounds doing so (full weight set, a little cramped, but it was functional). It was definately different actually being in a gym. I'm a free weights guy, wierd the different vibe between that room and the room with machines in it. Some absolutely HUGE guys working out in there. Anyway, will take some getting used to, but I'll be able to get a lot more done, exercise wise, that I just didn't have room for at home. Don't look good in a wifebeater yet, but that's one of my goals (40oz Schlitz accessory optional ) I do know that I look a hell of a lot better than I did in April. Plus, looking forward to trying the yoga classes.
Feel free to hijack anytime. Just box me up and ship me home if I make it to the ski trip, but hit a tree on the bunny slope
Mini-Journal
Took the girls for a walk around a small lake just around the corner. For some reason, my youngest has taken to making pawing sounds and saying 'rowr' in a sultry (for a near six year old) voice. Funny as hell. Also discovered that she and Xavier are in love -- oh, and he loves her back. My kids are gorgeous, but I was hoping for a little longer delay of this nightmare. Gotta work on my crazy dad routine.
Anyway, W came in to get them ready. She lingered a bit; at least I'm pretty sure. She had dressed up today, told her she looked nice. Said she was trying to figure out something for dinner, offered some chicken breasts I had baked. She declined. She asked me if I could take Lauren to girl scouts tomorrow. She was kind of apologetic. I said something like, It's not a problem and it's not like I'm doing you a favor, they're my kids too. This isn't really different from normal. We have to coordinate, it's no big deal. She started to say something which felt like 'but the way things are' but she stopped herself (if that makes any sense).
We were chitchatting and she had sat down and our youngest starts chanting "mama and daddy sitting in a tree". We laughed for a few minutes, then asked her to stop.
At some point, and she was inside for about 10/15 minutes, I swear she had that glassy eyed teary thing of getting a little teared up. I'm sure it's just guilt, but who knows.
It's only been 3 days, but she's not just swooped in and herded them out Monday and and today (she did yesterday, but they were going to a school event). Anyway, that's something I'm going to monitor -- see if she walks in and out or talks to me a little about whatever.
Anyway, a little UFC action tonight. It'll do until there's a football game on again.
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Me: 36 W: 35 2 D: 9 and 5 T: 16 years M: 12 10/4/06: Bomb 10/5/06: Ended A 4/22/07: ILYBNILWY