Tag???

Um...okay....Helen tagged me with a meme (or whatever you call those things)so let me give this a shot.

3 names I go by: Jay, James, Dumass

3 screen names I've had: kotsu, JSheer (real creative, eh), peapickle

3 physical things I like about myself: chin, eyes, hair color

3 parts of my heritage: German, Russian, Texan

3 things I am wearing right now: shorts, tee shirt, ragged underwear

3 favorite bands/musical artists: Pink Floyd, Guns n Roses, Judas Priest

3 favorite songs: Voodoo Chile, Radar Love, More Than a Feeling

3 things I want in a relationship: intellectual challenge, humor, joint spiritual quest

3 physical things about the preferred sex that appeal to me: shoulders, the small of a back, smile

3 favorite hobbies: writing, reading, camping

3 Things I want to do badly right now: eat, take a vacation, eat some more

3 things that scare me: other people holding sharp objects, Bush, major illness

3 of my everyday essentials: Coffee, meditation, quality time with my cat

3 Careers you have considered or are considering: Astronaut (as a child), Teacher, Chaplin

3 places you want to go on vacation: Antartica, Africa, New Zealand

3 kids' names you like: Benji, Sherry, Mollie

3 things you want to do before you die: Fly in a jet fighter, visit the Dali Lama, go into outer space

3 ways I am stereotypically a boy: I like to fart, I think the 3 Stooges are hilarious, I have no fashion sense

3 ways I am stereotypically a girl: I don't follow sports, I cry at sappy movies, I worry about my weight

3 celeb crushes: Tina Turner (mmm-mmm), Ellen Degeneres (I love her smile), Jodie Foster



Whew...that wuz some work. Now, I guess I'm suppose to pass this gift (?) on to three others, so.....Joshua , Diva , and Renee ......go at it, yer tagged!

AAAAUUUUUUUGH!!!

209.5 lbs and 33.5% body fat -- 5pm 5-30-05

Good lord...I look as if I will be giving birth shortly. This is actually one of the better photos. Some of the others are downright sickening, at least to me. Is it actually possible to transform this mess into the great bods I see on the BFL webpage? I dunno. I have some doubts, I really do.

Started off the day with an upper body workout. I used some dumbbells at home since the Y is closed for memorial day. Then I went grocery shopping for foods that I need for the next couple of weeks. I'm waiting until the first of next month to hit GNC for shakes and supplements.

Oh...it is to weep. Taking the photos today was really depressing.

current music: Us and Them - Pink Floyd

Money...it's a hit

Well, I've got the new blog up and running. I'm still mighty pissed at losing the old comments; all of them were very kind and supportive, and a big boost to my spirits when I needed it the most. As well, I lost some of the links to my favorite blogs. It may take awhile to find ya'll again so, if you would, if you don't see your blog on my list of favorites...drop me a note and I'll be glad to add you.

One of the things that I was trying to do before I nuked the old "Body for Life Journey" was to put up my BFL Challenge data. Transfer from my drive to the blog....computer belches...blog farts...and no more data at either place. Oh, I'm sure it's floating somewhere but I haven't a clue how to even start looking. Therefore, I'm starting over with the challenge. I went to the BFL site and started reading about the contest. The prize is $1,000,000. mmmmmmm....a million dollars. After taxes that would probably come out to a couple of hundred bucks, but still, I'm all for extra money. I'm too old to elicit anything from beautiful young women but laughter and pity...so the vanity aspect is not here. Health is a good reason because, lord knows, I don't want to spend the last few years of my life wishing I would hurry up and die to get it over with. But money...ooooooh....sah-weet greed.

As good a reason as any. I really don't want anything, but it would be nice not to have to worry about paying for anything..at least for a little while.

I'll be setting everything up again. (geeze, there he goes again...I know, I know) I start this Monday and this blog will begin to get cluttered up with all types of stuff directly related to the contest. Of course, till then I can indulge myself just a little.


So drop in from time to time. Sit a spell. Take your shoes off. Point and laugh or sneer and spit at the screen....one way or the other, I will do this.

current music: Stone Breaker - Corrosion of Conformity

Starting Over

Sometimes, there comes a point in doing something where you've managed to screw it up so much it's easier to just start over. This is what happened earlier today when I got a wild hair and decided to make some changes in my blog. Three hours later, I had lost the comments and couldn't get them back. Then I started losing all kinds of things.....photos, links, whole posts....auuuuugh! Whatever I did, I stabilized things enough to get most of it back. The comments and BFL documentation are gone forever.

So, to begin anew.

current music: Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap - AC/DC

Day 18...who's been making a mess?

I am just amazed at the amount of housecleaning required for myself and a cat. I manage to eat...most days...only one or two small meals at my apartment, yet it seems I'm forever washing piles of dishes. Trash cans fill up at an alarming rate. Clutter clutters up the place, seemingly overnight. There is also the cat box with its never ending supply of tootsie rolls to be sifted.

I blame it all on the cat, of course. I know that when I'm gone to work or asleep at night she prowls around digging into my drawers, putting on my clothes, and discarding laundry all over the bedroom. Then she makes her way into the kitchen and dirties up all the dishes before stopping off at my desk to scatter paper around it.

She's a slob, I tell ya.

young drunks

I saw something that bummed me out tonight as I was leaving a grocery store. Two young boys and a girl emptying out half of a liter of soda pop and refilling it with vodka. Oh, they were having fun....huddled over in the dark corner....being bad....being grown up....being like what they believe means being an adult....being drunks.

I dunno why this bothered me. Lord knows I did the same at their age. I guess what disturbs me is that I've seen literally hundreds of people who have destroyed their lives and the lives of those around them with alcoholism. They all started right where those kids were huddling with their giggling abandon. I see where they are going and it pains me that they are not able to look into that future.

trying to figure it out

Relationships, that is. I am finding myself single after being with one person exclusively for over fifteen years. I'm way outa practice. Maybe I should have had a few affairs to keep my skills sharpened.

Anyway, I don't know what to do. I'm not lonely so it's not like I'm desperately looking for some companionship to fill any type of void in my life. Dating seems like a pointless exercise to that end and, really, I've gone long past the time where I wanted to hook up with a date just to have a date. The same with cruising the bar scene; other than the fact that I don't drink, there are much better places that I would like to spend my time than on a barstool playing a little slap and tickle with a complete stranger.

There's sex, of course. I'm right fond of sex but I'm one of those romantic fools that needs a bit more than a warm body to get me interested.

So how do I approach a new person that tingles my interest? I'm not sure I remember what the signals are anymore. There is one particular person that I would like to get closer to and explore some possibilities....but I haven't a clue how to do it.

oh well.....I'll think of something

The challenge goes on. The weight is hard to get off because I've quit smoking. The addictive part of my reasoning suggests that I should start smoking again so I won't eat so much and my metabolism can ramp up a bit. I think I'll just hold out though. The rest of my reasoning ability is telling me that, once my body is use to not smoking anymore, things will pick up with amazing speed.

Not a bad start today, certainly better than yesterday morning. I did an upper body with some pretty good intensity. One thing I seem to be having trouble with is feeling a bit uncomfortable with the way some of the machines force my arms to move. The (ahem) experts at the Y tell me that the machines are just forcing me to utilize proper form and that it's a good thing. I have doubts. I'm not sure that you can design a machine to fit everybody's body type and shape. I think that my body is trying to tell me something when a particular movement seems unnatural. I'm moving over to the free weights.

The asswipe from yesterday was there again on the same cardio machine. I thought about going over and doing the same to him that he did to me, but didn't see how being a dickhead would be any fun. He was amusing to watch, though. Pumping away on an elliptical with both hands locked on to the handles for dear life. I kept praying...."one slip, one slip, pleasepleaseplease". Either there isn't a god or he doesn't pay any attention to me.

I didn't mention that I gained a half pound last week. I'm not at all worried about that....especially since I have not smoked a cigarette for 12 days!

Just thought I would crow about that a little.

grrrrrr

I tell ya.....some people walk around in their own universes with the firm belief that everything revolves around them. I somehow managed to run into one of them first thing this morning. What a nice way to start the day.

I had gone down to the Y for my morning cardio. I mosey over to the elliptical that I usually use and notice that there was some woman on it. No problem. There are sign up sheets for the machines but nobody uses it because.....why sign up when you are there when the place opens....just find an available machine and go. So, anyway, I'm not upset that this woman has my favorite machine, first come first serve after all. I go over to the one next to her, plug in some Judas Priest, and start up my routine.

About half-way through, some ass-nugget comes over and picks up the sign-up sheet and puts his name down for a block of time....beginning NOW! He puts the clipboard under my nose (remember, I'm half way done and going for peak intensities right about now) and taps the time with his finger.

I come to a screeching halt, completely ruining the mood of my cardio, yank off my earbuds and say "what the fuck ya doing, can't you see that I'm using this right now!?"

The yuppie twit shows me the clipboard again and says "I'm signed up, this is my machine now".

Well...my cardio is shot for today. I hop off the machine while telling the guy to insert a variety objects in various orifices and spin. I'm back home now and still steaming. I realize that the world is generously endowed with walking assholes....but it's lousy when you meet one first thing in the morning. I hope it's not a bad sign of the day to come.