1.12 miles in 30 minutes. That works out to be about one mile in 26 minutes. I think that my previous count of 1.7 in 25 minutes has Mapquest to blame. But I walked, and that’s what counts. I’ve been listening to the Zombie Survival Guide during my commute and walks, so I think I’ll be ready to make it though the zombie apocalypse soon. I generally listen to podcasts or audio books during things that don’t require higher brain function, like walking or driving. Yes, driving. I mean, it’s not like I’m reading comics or texting while driving. (Ok, I’ve done both, the latter especially, but I play it safe. I usually only do so at stoplights.) During my workout, the game will use its own soundtrack to maintain rhythm. Lots of lackluster generic music in the style of your choice. Eighties, Latin, yada yada. It’s great using a gaming system to exercise, but it’s not as fun as actual games. What they need to do is come up with a series of fitness video games that are as exciting as all the other video games. Super Calorie Bros. The Legend of Fiber: A Link to the Pasta. Guitar Gyro: Metallica Edition. Although I’m not sure that Grand Theft Salad 4 or Prince of Parmesan would be big hits.
I got into work this morning, complaining that I didn’t have enough time to get something to eat, only to realize I was 10 minutes early. Not enough time to go anywhere. Ah well, I luckily had a wheat bagel left over and the strawberry preserves. I also tried the Orange-Orange 10 Calorie Vitamin Water. Not bad. Not fantastic, but not bad. I think I’ll stick with grape or fruit punch though. There’s only so much Tang-flavored water I can take. A serving of peanuts to hold off the pangs of hunger. After my walk, I came back to work for a client who didn’t show up. I didn’t have enough time after the walk to get lunch, so I gave the client half an hour and then started to head out. Of course, I found myself in one of the conference rooms, celebrating a probation officer’s birthday. Which meant cake. Ice cream cake. With peanut butter and those cookie crumbs. Ugh, I hate myself. I had a bigger piece than I wanted, and I hate wasting food, so I finished it. At least it was low fat ice cream, like that makes it all better. “Cake or Death?” “I’ll have the cake, please…” And no, Rob, I only had the one piece! Anyways, I need to remember how I feel after eating ice cream cake. It’s never good. I had a half of a chicken breast sub, usual veggies, on honey oat bread. Not bad, lots of fiber and protein. No cookie, no apple slices. I had to make a sacrifice somewhere. Still hungry. The other half of my sub looked really good. No, save it for later, manage your calories. Use the Force, Nick.
“Give in to your hunger!”
No, I will not come to the Dark Side!
“Search your stomach. You know it to be true.”
No! That’s not true! That’s impossible!
“We can rule the buffet as father and son!”
Shuddup, Mr. Peanut! I don’t want to look like Jabba the Hutt no more!
Yeah, I’m a geek. Proud of it.
Tonight, I had a little chocolate. Not alot, just a few nibbles. And a corn muffin, because my daughter offered it. And a piece of pizza, because my stomach demanded it. It stopped complaining after that. So, yeah, I prolly overshot my calorie goal. I'll get back on track. Tomorrow is a salad day. Tomorrow night, we're making those potato balls for Saturday's dinner. I only hope I have the willpower not to partake in them.
No workout tonight. The TV is occupied. It's getting late and I have work in New London tomorrow. 'Night all!
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