MMM 311: Just the goods

I managed to get behind on work over the weekend, so today will be quick.

Looks warm there.


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Week 308: Stress

I got stress. Stress makes me overeat or make bad choices, or at least degrades my willpower to the point that I don’t have as an easy time keeping to the plan. Last week was also an experiment in shifting my eating window based on some “circadian rhythm” research that strongly suggests hormonal benefit to earlier eating rather than later eating, assuming one is eating in a time-restricted window. I did it for 7 days, and skipping dinner is much, much harder than skipping breakfast and lunch. I also closed on my construction loan last week (stressor) and had a pre-appeals-board meeting with County Health and Safety. Today I get to call the Department of Environmental Quality to schedule a site visit and talk about my driveway and the pond I’d like to dig. And I’m up 4# from last Monday, which, well, see the earlier part of this paragraph.

I have this same crucifix necklace, but I wear it on a steel chain.

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MMM 306: The first real Monday

Since last week’s Monday was basically a bye week for Monday enthusiasts, as was the week before that, I’m calling this the first real Monday of 2018.  You don’t read my defunct blog, and shouldn’t, but I posted some goals there for the year.

Today’s pilates workout:

Going to follow that up with my normal calisthenics at some point, maybe just treat this as a dynamic warmup.  I think this would be plenty if I didn’t also want big gunz.

Ikea shopper.


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MMM 305: New Year, Old You

Let’s face it, you’re not going to change.  You’ll wimp out, make excuses, and stop trying to improve yourself sometime around Thursday of this week, assuming you were “resolved” (HA!) to do anything of the sort.  That’s just the kind of person you are.  And that’s okay, right?  I mean it kind of has to be, since it’s essentially set in stone.

Did that make you mad?  Make you want to object, say something angry to me and possibly about my mother?   Good.  That’s anger, the good kind.  You gotta be so disgusted with the way things are that you’ll utterly refuse to accept it, and anger is an essential part of that.  Use that.  Be enraged at the schlub you don’t want to be, and kick that bad crap out of your life and yourself.

Do girls still get bellybutton jewelry, or is that finally going out of style?


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MMM 304: Almost Christmas

Today’s Pilates Workout:

Looks really hard.  I might die.  Or get toned bunz.  We can’t know.

Pre-contest-stage selfie


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MMM 297: No Halloween costumes

Because I just didn’t have time to dig any new ones up.  Oh well.

Selfie or progress photo?


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MMM 290: Now the real work starts

We close on Thursday, so that alone is going to be an ordeal as wife, Possum, and I spend hours in the car getting the cashier’s check and then signing all the documents.  After that, eesh.  Gotta plant some trees, find a builder, talk to the engineered septic guy, find a guy to lease some acreage for hay planting, make some plans, get a building loan, consider borrowing from my 401k since the market’s sure to tank next year anyhow, get the landscaping in shape here, get the house and barn and fencing built and the well dug, sell this house, move 2 horses and 2 dogs and 13 chickens and 3 cats and a house full of stuff, and keep my awesome job going long enough to pay for all of that.

Next year at this time, hopefully, it will all be okay, but right now I feel like I’m going in for major corrective surgery or something.

Motivational statements in photos are sooo 2009.


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