Diet & Fitness Update, Week #7

Lost a pound! I weighed in at 211 before last weekend, was at 210.5 by Wednesday, and hit 210 by yesterday morning. I’ve been weighing twice a week instead of daily, and that makes me feel a little less depressed about my weekend gains. By Wednesday, everything has evened itself back out, generally.

I’m still doing the two-steps-forward-one-step-back thing, but at least I’m losing overall. As much as I’d like to meet my short-term goals, I think it’s more important that I’m embarking back on a healthier lifestyle. No, this isn’t me trying to make up excuses for why I cheat on weekends. This is me rationalizing that I’m being more good than bad, and that’s a good start.

I’ve really been slacking on the evening exercise, although I’ve been diligently walking for at least a half hour during my lunch. And it’s been pretty freaking cold out. Damn winter. Anyway, yeah. I worked my legs one evening, and I worked my chest and upper arms one evening, but I really wasn’t into it, and didn’t maximize my workout as well as I could have. I just kind of went through the motions.

I also haven’t been very good at getting to bed early and getting up early. I’ve been consistently late to work this week — don’t worry, I won’t get in trouble or anything. I just take a 45-minute lunch to compensate. The big issue for me is that I eat breakfast at my desk instead of at home, and it throws my food schedule off by a half hour or so. Then, when I get home, I’m ready to eat my late-afternoon snack, and it ends up being an all-out dinner instead. Then I don’t do my exercise, and, well, yeah.

So, the goal for this week is Early To Bed And Early To Rise. If I can re-establish that habit, then maybe other things will fall into place. If they don’t, I’ll just work on them next.

Hope For The Future

Aaron and I attended a surprise 30th birthday party for Aaron’s friend Jesse last night. Jesse’s wife Kelly made sure to let us know that it would be a kid-friendly party — and, true to her word, there were about a dozen kids there. Four belonged to Kelly and Jesse, at least one belonged to Jesse’s sister Sandy, I think two belonged to Jesse’s friend Eric, and Kris Fries brought Sam. Lots of kids, at any rate.

I wasn’t sure how I would deal with being in a kid-filled environment. I mean, it’s been years since I babysat, and I don’t regularly find myself amongst kids in my daily life. Truth be told, though, I kind of liked it. Jesse’s stepdaughter asked me to dish her up some sweet potatoes, one of his younger two (I forget if it was Olivia or Jessica) showed me her boo-boo, and I got hugs and kisses from Jessica, the youngest, before we left.

Having so many kids in a relatively small space made for a very festive atmosphere. The inevitable balloon games were underway — “Don’t let it touch the ground!” — and the adults were talking about various subjects, like concerts we attended in the 90’s, and weird stuff that happens at work, and geeky gamer stuff like Warhammer and Magic the Gathering. There was tons of food, like Jed’s wings and potato salad and sweet potatoes and deviled eggs and green bean casserole, but obviously no alcohol.

And I had a really freaking good time.

This gives me hope for the future. Maybe, once we have kids, we’ll still be able to have fun. Maybe we won’t be stuck in the house all the time, watching Junior. Maybe we can get together with other people with kids and let them watch themselves for a while, intervening when we hear a loud noise or when our spidey sense is tingling.

Yeah… it might not be too bad.

Adult Content

This entry is about porn. If you are under 18, are squeamish about the general idea of porn (or, more specifically, about the idea of me looking at porn), or if you are my mother, you probably shouldn’t read this.

There are no pictures, although there is some strong language and explicit discussion of kinds of pornographic subjects. Probably worksafe as long as no one is reading over your shoulder.

Interested parties, read on.

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Spam

I’m really sick of some of these spam e-mails that Gmail doesn’t catch. I’ve been getting spam like this for years, but for some reason, it just struck me as funny today (spam addresses changed to protect… somebody):


From: Irving <nbpuwwmqv@spammer.it>
To: diana@schnuth.com
Date: Feb 28, 2006 7:46 PM
Subject: probably you

Hire,
i am here sitting in the internet caffe. Found your email and
decided to write. I might be coming to your place in 14 days,
so I decided to email you. May be we can meet? I am 25 y.o.
girl. I have a picture if you want. No need to reply here as
this is not my email. Write me at id@morespam.info

Dear Italian spammer,

I am so glad that you might be vacationing in sunny Toledo, Ohio! Considering that you can’t seem to afford your own computer, and instead use someone else’s email address in the internet cafe, perhaps Toledo is the only American vacation destination you can afford.

Could you please send your picture along, too? I need to decide if you’re a hot enough chick for me to “switch sides” for. If not, maybe I can at least help you with your English enough to find other American lesbians your age.

Hope you enjoy your holiday in Toledo! Be sure to let me know how you enjoy your stay.

Yours truly,
Diana (the spammee)