At the time I’m writing this, I have no idea what this movie is about beyond what is hinted at in the trailer itself.

OMG! WTF! FTW! BBQ!

Girls, guns, swords, dragons, planes, fire, bullets, explosions . . .

Bullgrit

My birthday present to myself this year was to be a set of six-pack abs. After finishing P90X, back in May, I had lost 18 pounds of middle-age padding, and had toned up my muscles to a level they hadn’t been in for many a year. But I still had a layer of padding that hid the muscle tone of my midsection. It wasn’t a pooch or spare tire — my stomach is flat, now — it was just a layer.

I went into maintain-mode with P90X for four weeks. Instead of 6 heavy workouts a week, I dropped to 3-4 a week. During those maintenance weeks, I lost another 5 pounds of padding, (for a total of 23 pounds lost). These numbers astonished me — I would never have thought I had 23 pounds of fat to loose. I didn’t feel really fat. I just felt middle-aged.

But after those 4 weeks of maintenance, I could see a bare hint, a shadow of where my six-pack abs would be. In the right pose, I could imagine those muscles showing through the last little layer of padding. I was so, so close.

I decided to pick up the regular routine of P90X workouts again. I had the proper diet worked out, and had been following it during the maintenance weeks, so surely the last thin layer would burn off quickly with the full-on workouts.

I lost another pound in the first week of the second round, (for a total of 24 pounds), but then for the last three weeks, no weight loss; no visible difference that I can see in my midsection. Frustrating!

Three weeks of working damn hard physically, keeping to a proper diet, (with only very rare misteps), and no fat loss to see. One theory is maybe that my muscle increase and fat loss ratio has reached an equilibrium — I’m gaining muscle weight at the same rate I’m loosing fat weight, so the scale doesn’t change. But if this were the answer, surely my ab muscles would be showing clearly by now?

Is my problem the curse of an over-40 body? What the hell!?

Bullgrit

“PLACE YOUR BANANAS ON THE BELT.”

“PLACE YOUR RED DELICIOUS APPLES ON THE BELT.”

“PLACE YOUR YOPLAIT PEACH YOGURT ON THE BELT.”

This is why I hate using the self checkouts at the grocery store. This morning I stopped by grocery store to pick up some snacks for today and tomorrow. There was no cashier at the regular checkout lane, so I had to use the self checkout.

I touched the computer screen, weighed my fruits, and scanned my yogurt. Every time, the computer voice announced loudly what I was purchasing. For an interesting twist, when I looked up after the yogurt announcement, I spotted one of my coworkers standing up at the customer service desk just twenty feet away. (This grocery store is across the street from our offices.) She looked over at me and we exchanged waves.

I was annoyed at the machine announcing so loudly each of my items, and I admit that the yogurt announcement made me blush a bit — it’s not exactly a manly-man snack food — but there are many things I’ve purchased over the years that I woulnd’t want broadcast to other grocery shoppers.

The old gag about the cashier calling over the store intercom for a price check on some embarrassing item is a classic because we’ve all either been there or feared it.

Note to Grocers: if you want people to use the self checkout, to save on your employee costs or speed up lines, make the self checkout registers —

“SHUT THE HELL UP.”

Bullgrit

Yesterday, the temperature hit 102 degrees. It’s actually been trying to break over 100 for weeks, and now it has.

It’s been so hot that our boys don’t want to play outside. They don’t want to ride their bikes, push their scooters, or swing on their playset. And we don’t blame them. Hell, walking to get the mail out of the mailbox is uncomfortable.

And the humidity? 110%. Good God, y’all, this is brutal.

I don’t remember if I’ve mentioned this before, but a couple years before we had children, Cowgrit and I spent a week in Arizona during the week of July 4th. . . .

— I just checked my archives, and yes, I’ve mentioned this before. In fact, I was about to completely repeat what I had previously written on August 10, 2007. So, well, go read that and we’ll call this a post for today.

Bullgrit