Getting In Shape #6

I don't feel well and I'm kind of depressed because my friend is leaving Wednesday. That will leave me high and dry on three fronts: childcare, companionship and workouts. I am down to 209 this week, having lost 33 flabby,sloppy ugly pounds (15 kilos) since January 1st. I don't exactly know how I lost another pound this week since I backed off an additional day with the start of the kids' school.
I am kicking some butt in spinning class, and will reward myself with a pair of spin shoes this September.
Still no job, but the interview I endured presented an interesting consulting opportunity that could fund the launch of a new business. I really do NOT want to work for somebody else.
On another front, I agreed to teach accounting Weds nights at the DeVry University campus here in AlmostInWisconsinVille.
Stay Positive. Wherever you go, there you are.

Horrors! Job Interview!

Job interview next Monday. After 8 weeks of idyllic rest, I am actually going to see someone about gainful employment. Maybe I will be lucky and like the smell of what their cooking.

Getting in Shape #5

I am down to 211 lbs this week, a total weight loss of 31 lbs since January 1st. I backed off of training one day a week because I felt I was overdoing it.
Monitor your heart rate to help you determine if you may be overtraining. If your heart rate is elevated during rest, or if you have difficulty raising and lowering your heart rate during aerobic exercise, it might be time to back off the schedule.
I also have shed 8 inches from my waist since January, and the benefits of that are huge. My clothes fit again. I have disposed of all my fat guy clothes.
I still want to get down to under 200 by my 55th birthday in December. I seem to be well on my way. My training partner leaves for England on August 31st. It will be an immeasurable loss to me, not only because of the training implications, but I have become very attached to her. She has been a great companion this summer and I wish her all the best.

This Doesn't Look Right

I went to the Big Box store to get some stuff. I swiped my credit card in the machine. I signed for the purchase with the stylus on the device's little screen. The cashier asked to see my credit card. She compared signatures.
"This doesn't look right. Can I see an I.D?"
Flummoxed, I produced my driving license.
"I need to get the manager. None of these signatures match."
"Come on!" I retorted, angrily I admit. "How can any of these signatures match? One is written on paper on a desk and then copied to the license. One is written with a sharpie on a little box on the credit card. Be careful not ot cover the three digit code! The third is written with a stylus and no support for my hand."
She looked again. "Close enough."
I went home.

Hoodwinked!

I mentioned to the Dear Wife that I wanted to fix up the den. Being unemployed at present, I have time to spiff things up around Dustmite Manor. Normally, I avoid servile work at all costs, not only on Sunday, but all other days as well. I can't remember exactly when I last mowed a lawn. My guys do it. I seldom wash my car. That is for the car wash guys. I do not paint. I hate it. I really abhor it.
Naturally DW had to hoodwink me into painting the den. We bought new furniture for it and I moved out all the old garbage, books, computer crap, etc. We picked out paint, and did not hire the painter (who is one of my best pals as well) because DW and Dear Nanny both said they loved to paint and would pitch in to do. Needless to say the furniture is coming in a week and I just got finsihed priming the damn room.
Don't listen to the pimply-faced kid behind the paint counter at Home Depot when he tells you one gallon of tinted primer would be enough to do a 12x12 room. Two and a half gallons later, I finally got the needed coverage. The walls had only the contractor paint on them from when the house was built nine years ago. I knew they would soak up paint like crazy, but I did not anticipate how thirsty they would be.
Today I finished touching up the primer and am ready to begin the first coat, Cottonwood by Ralph Lauren. It will go on two walls and the ceiling. RL Kauai Jungle will go on the other two walls.
DW once more shows me she is smarter than I am. She is gallavanting in Cleveland for a couple days. I am performing servile work.