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Day One and a Half of Discipline

Yesterday I was a little under, today I’m fighting the urge to go get some chocolate from the vending machine. Ohh sweet forgiving yielding loving chocolate. But I intend to hold out at least until the weekend so I’m saving points for the long stretch.

Yes! Our work week is shaping up thusly: tomorrow is our “Organization Day” – office picnic. I will bring my camera and get lots of snaps of hunky servicemen doing various kinds of sports, if you’d like. (And why wouldn’t you?)

Friday is a “DONSA” (Day Of No Scheduled Activity, used to be called a ‘training holiday’) so the Soldiers are all gone and we’ll probably be let out early (I’m coming in late from having a follow up blood letting in the morning) and Friday’s Independence Day (Observed). So things are starting to wind down…right this moment.

What’s strange is that about  now I sit and revel in the slowing down but about 30 minutes from now, which will be about 30 minutes before I’m due to leave, I’ll start to panic about all the things I’ve not done. Gasp! I must make lists! I must do this! I must do that!

But I’m working up the “oomph” to go work out (yesterday’s work out was dismal – I forgot my headphones so no Real Housewives or Bear Grylls (nude or otherwise) or even edifying Fitness Rocks podcast. And there was no eye candy – not a bit. (Oh, how I wish I found black guys sexy – I was the only white male there.) I only managed to knock out thirty minutes. Came home and watched TV and ate C’s delicious salad – with tuna and avocado. Mmmm good.

Tonight after the gym I have to get gasoline/petrol or I won’t make it home. I hate when this happens, as much as I hate coming home from work and gym, only to find I have to go back out again for this or that errand. Well, hate’s a strong word. Dislike.

Breathless Shirtlessness

We’re still waiting breathlessly for the next installment of Handsome Hunks of Home Improvement, so we’ll take a few more looks at Nick Beyeler, who probably (a) isn’t scoping out male eye candy (b) does a lot more than thirty minutes of cardio and (c) can’t help but look sexy at the gym. All in utter contrast to me.



(Sometimes, one is just speechless.)

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Not Ideal

Not ideal has been my performance at weight loss. In fact, I gained. Four pounds. 😦

I know why. I didn’t track my points on WW, and I didn’t work out much. I also ate quite a bit. I also snacked quite a bit. No one snack or meal was over the top, but a string of not very good, too big, or just fatty meals makes a difference.

So no blaming it on anyone but myself. This must be reversed. I had two weeks of effortless loss and now this. Not ideal at all.

No excuses. Well, a partial one. The gym is not air conditioned and it’s been very muggy and hot; sometimes worse inside than outside. I need, however, I guess, to suck it up and all. I’ve never been good at that kind of sucking up; nor at sucking up to bosses, come to think of it. Oh, dear. But! Mustn’t defeat myself before the struggle, eh?

Meanwhile I think I’ll make the WW page my home page at work and home. That ought to help.

In other news

I joined stickam, but so far don’t see the attraction of twinks spouting drivel. Maybe it’ll be like Twitter; I didn’t get it at first, then I did, a bit, but don’t see why some people are crazy in love with it. It was the same with Facebook as well.

In yet other news

Have you ever seen the Monty Hall problem? I still can’t quite wrap my head around it. My brother showed it to me last night at a family dinner for my SIL’s birthday (we brought a lovely fruit tart from Whole Foods (more on Whole Foods later) and got her a gift certificate from Anthropolgie, a store she seems to like). Here it is, from the Wikipedia article I referenced:

 Suppose you’re on a game show and you’re given the choice of three doors. Behind one door is a car; behind the others, goats. The car and the goats were placed randomly behind the doors before the show. The rules of the game show are as follows: After you have chosen a door, the door remains closed for the time being. The game show host, Monty Hall, who knows what is behind the doors, now has to open one of the two remaining doors, and the door he opens must have a goat behind it. If both remaining doors have goats behind them, he chooses one randomly. After Monty Hall opens a door with a goat, he will ask you to decide whether you want to stay with your first choice or to switch to the last remaining door. Imagine that you chose Door 1 and the host opens Door 3, which has a goat. He then asks you “Do you want to switch to Door Number 2?” Is it to your advantage to change your choice?

Apparently, it is. Here’s a demonstration of this totally counterintuitive problem from the New York Times. It’s counterintuitive because you are faced with two doors, behind which one is a fancy car, and behind the other is a goat. Surely the odds of picking the goat are 1/3 when you’re faced with the first choice between the three doors, and 1/2 or fifty-fifty when you’re faced with the second choice of two doors. But they’re not. Here’s a video of it too:

It does my head in.

Let’s free our minds

And the rest will follow, by considering our original, exercise-inspirational obsession, Mr. Nick Beyeler, here showing us his Thai style wrapping and how lucky a tree can be:





(Watch out for splinters, Nick!)


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How’d That Come About

How on earth did it come about that I lost 2.2 pounds? I was very surprised this morning but I do have a new swing in my WW step and have been faithfully entering my points so far. Not that it’s any later than 11:20 Monday morning but we shall see. 🙂 Actually that’s very ambiguous; we will indeed see me entering this entire week. There. I’ve said it! 🙂

Meanwhile au debut of a new week, I’m moderately optimistic that it’ll be good. How about you? But for now I’ve got to get motivated to work. I am going to try to blog more in future than I’ve been doing.

Speaking of motivation, although our eye candy this week is indeed the Handsome Hunks of Home Improvement, we mustn’t forget about our athletic motivation, Mr. Nick Beyeler. Here he is proving that he could easily run rings, squares and diamond patterns around me. If I had a body that good I might never wear clothes.



(Don’t just blurt it out, Nick, raise your hand if you want to say something!)


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It Has To Be a Joke

That’s what I thought this morning. See, I woke up, reached over to pick up my glasses, and felt then snap in my hand. The arm had broken. C and I searched everywhere for my old back ups – he doesn’t drive so without the specs, we’re stuck. No luck finding them (so I will be buying new ones soon) so I called work, canceled my appointment with my counsellor, and went with C to see if the opticians could help me. Ordinarily it would have been horrible enough but remember – we’re up against a time constraint. Crapola, right? Luckily the lab manager at “Furle Vision” had a temple and could replace it so all was well in the end. Mind you, I still couldn’t work up the guts to call JJ and tell him that despite his be-goatee’d magnificence I don’t want to be working for his youthful arrogance.

“Call mum and dad at home”

Is what I told the car’s bluetooth connection to see how my mum was doing and at least her pre-op appointment went well and she seems a bit more confident about the op. Great news!

The handsome hunks of home improvementsmcg

SMG1tinyThat’s the theme for now. I was watching, well, I was trapped the other day, held hostage against my will by HGTV or TLC or whatever channel’s tactic of starting the next show right on the heels of the one ending, watching all sorts of home improvement shows, lawn crashing and bashing, remodeling and renovating, and I thought – wow, there are some pretty handy bits of eye candy there and wow, that’d make a good theme, since pictures of the Swiss Mister are not thick on the ground. I worked out too that this theme would fit in well with the earlier pictures of Gilmar Rodrigues working so well with his tool.

Without further ado, then, here’s today’s installment of a handsome hunk of home improvement, Scott McGillivray from “Income Property” on HGTV. He specializes in helping home owners fantasize about hot hard hats, or fixing up their basements to lease out. Or both. I mean, really. He’s Canadian, and very very cute. Sadly, there aren’t that many shots of him but trust me on this one and check him out. Oh, and you should see what he can do to transform a basement into a very “des res.” I mean they are still basements, but they are basements you’d want to spend time in. And pay to do so! Other than the one from Sunday, I’ve only found two pictures of Scott, plus a video with clips from his show. It’s pretty amazing.


We can make it a twofer

It is Tuesday after all. Our next HHoHI is ‘life experience junkie” Evan Farmer, from While You Were Out and Freestyle. (Since cancelled.) Now let’s see, Evan’s studied architecture, was born in Ethiopia (well, in Asmara which is now the capital of Eritrea), starred in an MTV made-for-television movie (as a boy band heartthrob, of course), been in a real band in Russia, opened for Britney Houston, and acted in movies and on television (he was the young Number Two in the third Austin Powers movie).

A real talented guy and a heck of a lot of fun to watch, even if you didn’t find him incredibly charmingly attractive, as C and I did. He writes a great and fascinating blog. He sings like a young John Mellencamp, whom he completely doesn’t talk like. He is active in quite a bit of philanthropy, built his own plane which he then flew across the country. One one level it feels a bit sleazy using him just for eye candy; but what the heck. I do encourage you to go to his website and get to know him – he seems to be a pretty extraordinary guy.

Not to mention as cute as a particularly cute button (click the two smaller Evans to get bigger Evans):




And finally, here’s a video from 1997 when Mr. Farmer was a bartender in New York. One person on the YouTube page with this video said that the bar is a gay one; who knows?

And here is, building a plane and flying it cross country:

Now a quiz: Which blond built HHoHI was on While You Were Out with Mr. Farmer? He’ll be our next Handsome Hunk. Meanwhile, just so you don’t forget Mr. Beyeler, here he is showing excellent (useful) flexibility:


(That could be good for party tricks…or vice versa)


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Sort of A Sunday

Today is sort of a Sunday so although I should post my weight change total I’m not posting it until tomorrow. Mainly because I’ve forgotten the number and it’s all the way upstairs and I can’t be bothered to go up. That, by the way, has been the theme of this week and weekend – disorientation and laziness….

At first

It was disorientation, plus a certain amount of feeling entitled to a break from ‘the rules.’ (Too bad body chemistry doesn’t know from breaks.) See I was in a class Monday-Thursday. It was a bit of a waste of time and a bit boring except for when it got needlessly dramatic due to one of the people in my work group. She’s what I’d call a passive-aggressive cow who belittled everyone else’s work (i.e., not just mine) while refusing to do any herself. Example: She said that we really should draw a graph to depict some data, then boldly refused to do it herself, then criticized its neatness. I mean, whatever. It was really tense on Wednesday; Thursday morning I just decided to be very nice and smile and say ‘yes’ to everything. I mean by that time the class was basically over; the last project didn’t even get presented or briefed or anything; we just had to pretend to be working on it. Your tax dollars at work! We were dismissed at 1:30 and I went up to the gym on Fort Meade, hoping that I’d not see anyone I knew!


Friday of course in the government was a bit of a no-go day; it was a ‘DONSA’ (Day Of No Scheduled Activity) so all the ‘green-suiters’ (military) were not there, my boss wasn’t there, her boss wasn’t there, and it was only GG and me in the office. We closed shop at 1400 and I went to the gym. Somewhere between letting myself in the office Friday morning with my key and pulling away from the gym, I misplaced my house and office keys. I’m pretty sure they’re still in the office, but not 100%. I rang the gym and they’d not been turned in. So I’ll know more on the morrow. Worst case will be a ‘reaming out’ from my boss, some paperwork to be filled in and having to go get new keys made. Oh, I expect that all the office locks will have to be changed. I really pray it doesn’t come to that. However, Friday evening was fun; dined with chums on crack chicken.

Saturday I slept most of the day. ‘Nuff said.

Sunday we bestirred ourselves enough to go have lunch and to get an overdue birthday present for my godson. Then we delivered said present to him and wound up staying for dinner. He’s smart, but very cynical. In his weltanschauung, everything, every institution, is BS and hypocritical and permanent. Religion (organized or otherwise), the government, corporations, the military, schools, all education in fact, are all just there to establish control and make money, and there is simply no arguing with him. He doesn’t believe that there any facts or reality external to perception; therefore, he has an easy out (“well it only seems to you that way because you think it is but nobody can really tell”), but quite a bit in common with post-modernists. Unfortunately he carries it to the point of solipsism. (You see the irony in that his materialism is couched in very idealistic terms.) In any event, I think he’d benefit from more education and challenge in the philosophical realism, sadly, to get there, he has to do well where he is now, with all of the challenges he’s now facing. I do worry that he will not get to the cream of what’s available for not wanting to do his time in the whey and curds of what is necessary.

And now, this odd day

We bestirred ourselves enough to get some bandages for my horrible stasis ulcer. It has to have medihoney on it (yes, honey, it’s honey-based) and then a gauze, and then a big adhesive bandage, and then a compression sock, and now the doctor wants me to also wrap the damned leg in a ace bandage. It’s hard to get the bandage just right; too tight and it’s unbearable, too loose and it doesn’t function. We’ve been wrapping it (we=C as I can’t quite reach) and it seems to be making a difference; the ulcer is healing even if ever so slightly. If it keeps on healing, I can talk the doctor out of forcing me to wear an Unna Boot, which would complicate showering immensely (you try showering without getting your leg wet!). So it’s vital, but not easy. As it is, El Doc and I will be having some ‘discussions’ about the trip to Seattle and Spokane; I’m sure he’ll have an opinion but the tickets and hotel and rental car are all booked and I’m going.

Yes, keeping dry in the shower is hard

As Nick Beyeler shows us in this set; gauzy wraps do little to keep one from dripping (click on the smaller pics to make him get bigger, just for you)….



(I wouldn’t look so sad to have his God-given…talents)


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Servicing Bob


I keep having to say that I’m not dead, don’t I?

Capsule version: Week was okay-ish diet-wise but Friday and Sunday I overate a bit so I’m dreading weigh-in tomorrow (Monday). And the next few days will be a challenge as I’m in a training class in DC so eating out for lunch, etc., and will not be able to go to the gym as much either.

Saturday we got Bob his very first service at the dealer in Westminster, MD, where we bought him. Afterward we went for a surprisingly nice drive through Carroll and Frederick Counties, through Taneytown and Union Bridge and other quaint Colonial villages. We also ascended Sugarloaf Mountain, which at about 1000′ isn’t much of a mountain, really but since it’s all alone above rolling hills, along with the mossy rocks and lichen, you get a rather good view of the surrounding areas:




We also visited the Monocacy River Acqueduct on the old B&O Canal which was suprisingly restful. We’ll go back to Sugarloaf and take a picnic soon.

Today we did SBA but C did cook some lovely velvety tender lamb chops with brussels sprouts.

Points? Walking?

Yes, I owe you them. No, I don’t have them today. Yes, I will soon.

Eye Candy?

You know I’d never ever deny you your eye candy!

Nick Beyeler showing the effects of some manscaping and what to do with a long red sheet of fabric:


(Lucky James Demitri!)

And of course our mini-obsession, Gilmar Rodrigues, continues apace, here he shows us just what can be done with a bentwood chair, a flimsy pair of long johns, and a caned bottom and back (click the little ones to make Gilmar grow before your very eyes!):




(Caned seat bottom, get your mind out of the gutter. I don’t know anything about Mr. Rodrigues’s personal tastes!)


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No Takers?

No guesses as to who the new guy is? Hmmm should I spill the beans or not?


I’m two pounds smaller, thanks to faithfully eating better, some exercising and my C’s encouragement and support. Thanks, C! I love you!

For those who pay attention to such things, yes, I’ve not updated my points on my blog in a while and I certainly haven’t analyzed them properly. I will, by the end of this week, I promise.


The swine, er, H1N1, flu seems to be spreading slower than previously feared and also that it’s less deadly than thought. Well, that’s good, isn’t it?


I wish the rain would cut it out, I’m getting sick of worrying that if I stand still too long, I’ll grow moss or mold or something. Where I park my car there always seems to be a tree that sheds little seed pods. When it’s dry they just blow off but when it’s wet they seem to cement their annoying selves to my windshield, where they get either shoved to the side by the wipers, or worse yet, they somehow get under the wipers, leaving a long bead of water curving across my field of vision. Lovely. At least the pollen’s gone – we had so much last week that after a mild sprinkle of rain, great yellow rivers of the stuff were flowing down the gutters leaving swooping patterns as the water evaporated. Meanwhile, those same damned pods which land on sidewalks get ground down and become black and damp and squashed and people trek them inside. And there are permapuddles everywhere, and we may not see the sun until Wednesday. I bet the farmers, who are used to arguing for subsidies on the basis of drought, will be on TV soon arguing for rain support. See, we’re probably not going to actually have floods around here – the rain is too intermittent and light for that, just day after pseudo-English day of damp, drizzle and grey. I’m reminded of the third verse of “Le Plat Pays” by Jacques Brel:

Avec un ciel si bas qu’un canal s’est pendu
Avec un ciel si bas qu’il nous fait l’humilité
Avec un ciel si gris qu’il faut lui perdonner
Avec un ciel si gris qu’un canal s’est perdu

Well, I don’t feel like forgiving the sky just yet but I guess I could use some humility. Don’t know why there’s a canal hanging up there, or lost but, please, excuse my French. (You should listen to the song, by the way, it’s a very heartfelt and humble song about the flat country which is his own Belgium. The ability to be proud of something small and flat is heroic against some culture’s insistence on global reach and empires of long ago.)

Okay, okay, here he is

Our new obsession, and due to the paucity of pics for him it will be short, is none other than the Swiss 2002 world aerobics champion, model and tease Nick Beyeler. I’ll post some videos of the man soon enough but when you see them you’ll swear they’re special effects; his body functions as a spring. He’s doing more modelling now and with this lovely pic of him you’ll see why:


Not to leave out Gilmar Rodrigues

He’d be so handy to have around…




(Can you think of any odd jobs you’d have him for? How odd?)


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