Catching up

Hey folks, lot's happening the last few weeks here at NOTMY HQ. Things have been heating up on the job front, with some solid leads and meetings that might actually result in me getting out of the house on a daily basis. Other than my frequent trips to the gym that is. Let us not forget those. Because I am serious when I tell you that I have been working out at or above a sixth grade level for the past three weeks.

What? You don't believe me?

OK, having reread that first paragraph, I can see why you might be inclined towards a certain amount of disbelief. Well, that first paragraph and the entire span of my life in which I've had this blog. But this time things really have been different. I've been hitting the cardio for four to five hours a week, and am starting to work in the weightlifting this week in preparation for some unfortunately timed carbo-, protein- and fat-loading on Thursday. Freakin' Thanksgiving, scourge of the weight-loss competitor opposed by someone across the pond. My only hope is that Alice hasn't gone completely native, and decides to celebrate the religious oppression of her British forbears by cooking up one honker of a turkey. Perhaps even Turducken? With some delicious buttery mashed potatoes, cranberry sauce, sweet potato marshmallow casserole and pumpkin pie?

Help me out here, Shirley.

Where was I? Ah yes, the regular working out. It's going pretty well. I feel better, my blood pressure is down ten points on the high and low since I started, and I'm sleeping much better. I haven't seen the weight loss numbers that I thought would correspond with all this cardio, but for now I'm telling myself that it's related to the creation of a base of muscle that will enable some rapid loss later in the year. The good news is that I'm not discouraged by the lack of pounds lost. I'm still going to the gym with my brother four and five times a week, and have started to make some new acquaintances. (More on this in the next post in about five minutes) I'm slowly moving away from "sketchy guy who comes in once a week" towards "gym regular," and it feels pretty good.

Now if only we could do something about that stinking economy.