I really don’t want to do this today. I’d like to get that right off my chest to begin with. It’s Sunday, there’s a movie I’d like to watch on TV (The Rundown, ask for it by name), my back is killing me from the barn cleaning-outing that we did yesterday, I need a nap (again because it’s Sunday), and I want a snack (see last whine).
But, no 1,000 words, no online poker. Them’s the rules. I didn’t make ‘em, I just enforce them. Well, actually, I did make them, so I guess I kinda havta sorta, you know, FOLLOW them. I’ll be the only one to follow them anyway, so I guess it’s important that SOMEBODY do it.
Can you tell I’m padding? I’m padding, because I don’t want to write. See those two parargraphs up there? That’s what we in the business call padding.
That last paragraph was, too. This one as well, for that matter.
Doggone it, if I didn’t enjoy online poker so much, we wouldn’t be having this problem, now would we?
This is not made any easier by the fact that my back is really just twisted around backwards and my knuckles are sore and swollen.
Whine whine whine. Expect a lot of that for this entry. I’ve been putting this off all morning. Didn’t even go to church today because I was too sore and Carrie worked herself sick yesterday, so she’s in bed upstairs, taking a nap.
Lucky bastard. How I envy her.
So, long story short is this: I’ve been procrastinating getting back to the Coyotes of Silver Moon all the live-long day, and I really can’t put it off any longer. Plus, since my back does bother me, I don’t want to take any longer than I humanly have to, so I doubt there will be much in the way of my internal editor getting in the way. He’s complaining too loudly about his hips and the swelling in his knuckles. I’m telling him that the less he complains, the less time this will take. The less time this takes, the sooner we can get back to doing something else, like napping or reading the new Spider-Man novel. (which reminds me, I have to develop a series of rewards for myself for losing weight, rewards for hitting each of my goals, that sort of thing. I need to talk that over with the wife when she wakes up.
Anyway, I have to establish what kinds of goals are valid and which are off-limits. Food, obviously is off-limits, as well as anything that has to do with food. “Oh, hey, I just lost 10 pounds. Only 80 more to go! That means I get a pint of Ben & Jerry’s, right?” So, I can’t reward myself with food. Also can’t reward myself with, say, going to the movies, because, at least for me, I don’t think that should count for a couple of reasons: 1) Going to the movies is something I’d do anyway, at least occaisionally. If it’s something we both want to see, like Pirates of the Caribbean, there’s a good chance we’ll see it within a week or two of release. Rewards should be something that I wouldn’t normally have.
But the thing Carrie’s going to argue about (and I know she will, because that’s what she does), is money. She’s going to say something like, “10 pounds, 10 bucks. That’s fair, right?” And, unfortunately, that’s a good point. Problem is, it’s not much of a motivator. If/when I get down to 250 and I’m really struggling, waiving a sawbuck at me isn’t exactly going to get my motor running.
I’m looking at the Heroscape game. That looks pretty darn fun, but it’s $40 bucks at most places. Not exactly cheap, but it gives me something to shoot for. But maybe I should look for something that would be more appropriate for someone who’s working out, looking to lose weight. Like a new Ironman watch. Mine hasn’t worked properly for nearly a year now. I think that’s because I kept taking it into the steam room at California Fitness (now Lifestyle Family Fitness Centers, ask for it by name). You’d think a watch named after the premiere triathlon event in the world would have a little more staying power. But, then again, what can you expect for $35? I think I can talk Carrie into letting me get another Ironman watch. It’ll help with my walks and such. I could time my walks, either up or down.
And maybe for my final reward, the one I get when I hit my goal of 200 pounds, I could get a new bike. Not that the one I have right now is bad at all. It’s just not appropriate for the kind of workouts I want to be doing. I need a street bike. Not some high performance bike that costs more than my truck—necessarily, just one that was built as a road bike. Something with a lighter, more aerodymically designed frame than the off-road Target monster Ihave right now. And my bike is fine, like I said. It’s just not of much use to me anymore. Especially sitting out there in the barn like it is now, semi-exposed as it is to the elements, it’s rusted, and there’s no good way to inflate the tires. I’d keep it in the basement, but it’s too heavy to reasonably lug up the really step cellar stairs.
So, a new watch for 10 pounds, and a new bike for 90, and Heroscape somewheres in between. Maybe.
Hey, would you look at that! I’ll have to get back to the Fulton’s tomorrow, because that’s my 1,000 words!
(Now, where did I put that link to the online poker site?)
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