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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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What a “Waisted” Day

it was.

Waist-ed, first, as I’m now 4.2 lbs lighter than I was last Monday. Thank you to C and my friends for all your support.

Wasted, second, because I was supposed to go to a medical appointment for a set of tests (venous and arterial Doppler studies for those who are interested). I’d double checked and verified all that I needed, only to be told at 8:00 this morning that they couldn’t do all the tests I need (they couldn’t do the venous one to rule out venous insufficiency). I had already gotten my mind set for most of the day off, so I went ahead and took it, rescheduled the one they could do for a few weeks, and will worry about the others tomorrow.

Since then I’ve wasted most of the day. I have to leave in a few minutes to go to the grocery store prior to going to DC and picking C up. I feel like the whole day has gone…someplace. I did put it to somewhat good use; I watched….

A movie you should watch

It’s called “Kiss Me Deadly” and it was made by the Here! TV network. It stars dreamy Robert Gant, from “Save Me” and “Queer

Robert Gant in Kiss Me Deadly

Robert Gant in Kiss Me Deadly

as Folk” as the cinematic world’s very first gay spy. It’s not campy, it’s played very seriously, and there is indeed violence, intrigue, mayhem, secret agents, and a vast fortune at stake. Shannon Dougherty and John Rhys-Davis are also in the film which won’t win any prizes for accuracy (I never figured out where it was – it was set in Milan, Zuerich and Berlin but obviously not filmed there. I would never have guessed where it was filmed. Hint: Gay rugby star Ian Roberts didn’t have to fly very far to get to this country.) I really enjoyed it, even the obligatory “behind the scenes” where everyone talks about how wonderful everyone was to work with. Listening to that sort of thing you kinda get a hint that there are so many Hollywood divorces because everyone bottles up their aggression from work, while pretending to love everyone else. The only time I ever heard anything different was in the “behind the scenes” from Myra Breckenridge, where Raquel Welch didn’t hide her disdain for the movie and everyone (else) involved in it. As they say, at least she was honest!

Anyway, I really wish this kind of film had been around when I was a young ‘un. Gays were either suicidal or homicidal, or major league fruits. All of us were troubled, or Nancy Boys who needed a big strong straight man to defend them (“Partners”) or were doomed to death, either their own or somebody elses (“Cruising” and others, too many to count). We had no heros, we had no role models of people like us who were firemen or spies or soldiers or cops or private detectives or athletes. It was taken for a given that we couldn’t be any of those. Apparently the DoD is the last bastion of this dangerous nonsense. I don’t know, I don’t like to think I’d have been any different, except maybe, maybe I’d be a little more at ease with myself, a little more confident, and possibly a little more prone to toss a ball around in the back yard.

More to come

Including the ever promised, never seen points, pants and pounds updates, if not tonight then tomorrow evening. Meanwhile in addition to the dreamy Robert Gant, above, I leave you with this quick movie of our newest mini-man, the equally dreamy (but maybe not the same kind of dream) Gilmar Rodrigues. I know, I know, after waiting a week you were hoping, you felt you deserved, a nice set of Nick Beyeler, but the day’s half gone and I have errands to run. 😦 Sorry.


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Lazy Days and Sundays Always Make Me Sigh

Yes, a lazy Sunday and rainy too, a combination which would stop the Bunny in its tracks.

A whole week of happy fun times for me to catch you up on. And as so often, not much to report. The workweek dragged on slowly, despite two different doctor’s appointments. Well, one was my counsellor. C came along with me and we talked about my food issues and how he doesn’t need to enable them. I think it was a lot for him to take in but I love him for being willing. Thursday was with my doctor for my stasis ulcer. I get there at noon on time for my appointment and was seen at 12:45. Everything’s going fine but they insisted I need to wear the compression stockings socks. Actually when I get them on right, and not too far up my leg so they squish my knees, they feel really nice.

Saturday we bought another pair, these ones “white person flesh coloured” which hopefully I can wear with sandles without looking like a dork. I am not sure about shorts, which is a big shame because I love wearing them, but my legs, even with the enormous bandage on them aren’t too cool. Also, I think that even with the flesh coloured knee high socks I’d look either like I had dead legs, a dreaded skin disease, or artificial pins. What do you think?

Friday my chums and I went to a great restaurant in Laurel for sushi, which is very good as far as weight watchers points go, I think it’s because it’s hardly processed and very low in fat and moderately high in fiber. And of course it tastes so good. I exercised some self control and only had 38 pieces, which now that I look at it seems a lot. But filling as it was it was still only 17 points. That’s three danish (remember the other week?) pastries. Which weren’t filling.

Saturday we had a big lunch at Squisito in Edgewater. I always order chicken parmigiana and never finish it and bring most home. I love it with gnocchi. Mmmm gnocchi.

Tick tick tick tick

Sixty minutes, right? Well at the gym on Thursday I was finally up to sixty minutes! Between now and 4:30 tomorrow I need to make my weight training routine according to the book and advice I’d been given from various and sundry. Wish me luck re-re-reconquoring my fear of the weight room. Yes, it’s all back again.

Tock tock tock

Clocks wind down. I’ve not, through a combination of laziness and … well … laziness, been back to the gym since.

The little swine

Are going to kill us all, or maybe not. Have you been affected by swine flu, or H1N1 as the pork industry would have us call it? We’ve not, except that it’s impossible to find hand sanitizing wipe tissues in the local drug stores. We’ve had a few cases in Maryland, but I’m certainly not that worried and after a reassuring article in the WaPo, I’m even less worried. (The idea is that there’s been lots and lots of cases of this flu in Mexico and so the death rate is about what it normally is for any normal flu that we don’t panic about. After all, every year we see 36,000 deaths from seasonal flu, although of course we do mostly get vaccinated against it. 443,000 deaths are attributable to smoking every year. I’m saying all this and I’m pretty panicky! I have been washing my hands a bit more, and for longer, but that’s about it.

Washington. Mutual?

No, it’s not a reference to the economy and the recession, which will impoverish us all, or mabye not. An interesting question, if you employ one, is whether or not your financial advisor forecast this recession. And if not, have you considered firing her?

You may think it would be unfair to, but would you hire David Lereah? He wrote a book on how to get rich in the dot com revolution, just before the dot com bust, and how to make money in the real estate boom that would never end, just before it did. (To be fair, he was touting the real estate boom while he was president of the National Association of Realtors.)

Would you rehire Phil Gramm or any other deregulator who would again exempt huge sectors of Wall Street from any oversight, any safeguards, any adult supervision, just because of either ideological conviction, naiveté, or corruption? (Michael Steele’d like you to.)

The American Enterprise Institute still keeps Kevin Hasset on as the Director of Economic Policy Studies, nogal, even though he co-wrote the book all of Bush’s plans were based on, “Dow 36,000.” (That was why privatizing Social Security was such a good idea. And ol’ Kev still prattles on about how it’s all the Democrats’ fault (the crypto-racist blaming of the mess on African-American mortgagees no longer sells, I guess). I guess there is some reason to have faith in the free market. His book’s best price on Amazon is one cent.

Why do these guys still have jobs and so many other people don’t?

No, not partisan bickering

But a request for a recommendation on where to go when we visit Washington State next month. We’re flying in to Seattle and driving to Spokane to see an old Army buddy of mine, and out from Spokane. We’d like to see one volcano, preferably Mount St. Helens, and I’d love to see Leavenworth, a fake Alpine village. Any other recommendations? I don’t want to overly burden my old buddy so I’m trying only to stay one or two nights there, but on the other hand, I wouldn’t say no to driving as far east from Spokane as Montana (across the Idaho panhandle). I’m still a bit flabberghasted by all this – how it was arranged so quick when I refound the guy on Facebook. He runs a comic book chain in Spokane. You should visit his stores and buy comic books from him.

Time to Say Goodbye

Annoyingly sang Sara Brightman, but she had a point. It’s time to say goodbye to Roman Šebrle and hello to our new obsession (his eyes are above). Now who is he? Well, here’s a clue: He’s very flexible, from an inflexible country, and can speak four languages…..

All this means we must say good bye to Mr. Šebrle, shown here with some of his footgear. Did he inspire you?


More changes?

Yes, we’re also saying au revoir to our mini obsession Matus Valent, who I have to say, is a great guy at least on Facebook. We turn our eyes now south, to Brazil (well, it’s always Brazil, isn’t it) and a nearly too pretty model called Gilmar Rodrigues, which I’m told in English means Gilmar Rodrigues. Have a look and see what you think:

grtool1 grtool3

grtool4 grtool2

(Pretty or not, he looks like he could be handy with a tool)
(Pretty or not, he seems to handle his wood well)
I couldn’t decide.

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Somewhat displeased with myself

I’m somewhat displeased with myself.

Today I weighed myself. I’d lost 0.4 lbs after two weeks’ doing pretty much what I damned well pleased. Including some exercise. Not a whole lot but some.

So I entered this into Weight Watchers’ site, and had the ‘brilliant’ idea to go back to yesterday and enter all my intake for that day. See, today’s Tuesday and Monday is the day my WW week starts. So I did. I entered the sensible breakfast, generous lunch, FOUR CADBURY CREME EGGS, and pizza.

I ate all my points for the day, and all my ‘bonus’ points for the week. 😦

To top things off, today as I was heating my lunch, I ‘just happened’ to notice some cake left in the office fridge. And ‘just happened’ to eat four slices of it. I imagine that takes care of the next two weeks’ points as well. 😦 😦

So I’d better hit the treadmill, right?

Well, I didn’t go Friday, or Saturday or Sunday or Monday. I’m not making any excuses but I hate to go when I feel I need to be available to C to take him out and about on errands. After working out the last thing I want to do is hit the stores. I wish sometimes he could go by himself. Or that I would feel peppier after exhausting myself. 😦 😦 😦

Tonight I’m at my counsellor so no gym, and tomorrow I have an appointment so same thing. 😦 😦 😦 😦

So I’m disgusted with myself and frustrated with myself, and aware that something has to change. I just don’t know what or how. My counsellor suggested I stop BS’ing myself and that I stop feeling sorry for myself. No whining that it’s mummy’s fault or that daddy’s to blame.

That doesn’t help when you’re living with the aftermath, when your stomach’s full of sugar and flour and disappointment, and feeling bloated. And your back hurts from holding it up.

And you’ve failed yourself.

Any advice, anyone?

Perhaps I should read my way out of this mess, I wonder if Mr. Valent’s book has any worthwhile suggestions?


(Even he’d give up on me and why not, when I give up on myself? At least C won’t, thank God)

(Hey, this is supposed to be a funny little ending piece. I’m not up for it, today. Sue me.)


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Mid-week Quickie

Just a quickie to keep my legions of fans updated.

Sunday was a classic ‘do nothing’ day around here (although I did bake two loaves of bread), and Monday is a bit blurry in my memory. The only remarkable thing was a huge limb falling off a tree in my office parking lot, and some gorgeous rainbows I saw driving home, both due to some pretty amazing storms that blew through the area. I took this from my cell phone – sorry for the odd horizon but I was pulled over on an off-ramp on the Baltimore-Washington Parkway….

Double Rainbow after Storm

Tuesday I ‘chucked a sickie’ and worked out in the middle of the day. Megaboring. But I did make the list of all the work out equipment and things I saw in the gym as Neal asked me to. Here it is:  weight-equipment-at-gaffney

Today I did sixty good minutes after work and apart from a few matzos too many I’ve held the line on gluttony too. I really like Wendy’s Southwest Taco Salad. Because of all the little bits and pieces (salad, chili, salad dressing, tortilla strips, sour cream) you really feel like you’re getting a big deal for only six dollars or so and only 10 weight watchers points.

Movies you should see

I thought I’d share a few movies I’ve been recently watching and why you should rent them and watch them:

Three Dancing Slaves – mainly for the eye candy (F).

Campfire – good examination of a family coming to terms with the loss of the patriarch (IL)

Lilies – profoundly moving story of truth-telling years after an abusive relationship (CDN)

Lan Yu – see contemporary gay life in China with a romantic twist.

The Bubble – wow, see contemporary gay life in Tel Aviv with a political fix (this was directed by Eytan Fox who also did Walk on Water and Yossi and Jagger, which you should also see).

I’ll post more movies you should see in upcoming posts.

One more movie you should see

Devastatingly, brutally cute (to me at any rate) Hughsnews has posted this funny and thought-provoking video on YouTube…warning, NSFW language (the eff-word, a see-word, and a different eff-word, all taken from horrible homophobic comments to a previous video of his).

Owen more movie you should see

Here’s a mini-profile of current obsession Owen Wilson.


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Once a week

Once a week isn’t much, is it?  Tsk tsk – Must Do Better.

At any rate, last Sunday we went to our good friends’ house over on the Eastern Shore of Maryland to play in their pool and enjoy a lovely rib dinner. Mmm good…far too good and I overindulged a bit, so Monday I was only down by a bit less than a pound. 😦

Monday I went to see my orthopedist about my knee and we decided to try a course of something called Synvisc to see if it will help; they’re trying to get it pre-approved by my insurance so I bet I’ll have to drop off the script next week. I had hyalgan before and it’s worked great so if Synvisc doesn’t, or only lasts a while, I’ll try that again.

Tuesday and Wednesday are a bit of a blur at the moment, but by Thursday I was doing so well on my activity and diet that I’d lost an additional 2 pounds. Friday I think things went off the rails a bit. First, I got a parking ticket at work because I forgot to put my handicapped parking placard out. There goes $155. Then I (wrongly) thought that C would be furious so my tension made (allowed? encouraged?) me to pick a rather overdramatic fight with him, and to skip working out. This was rather silly as I’d been looking forward to it since we were dismissed early and all and Thursday and Wednesday there was a rather good amount of EC at the gym. Instead I went home. We were all made up and went out with our friends for sushi. C & I overate grossly but it was all so good.

Today I didn’t work out or see Neal as we took my dad out to lunch. We went out to a Pho restaurant in Crofton where he lives and I was pleasantly surprised; they had a very extensive menu and it was quite good. He can be annoying, not horrible, not mean, but sometimes annoying. He was bound and determined to go to this pho place and so we did. Mind you I get this horrible feeling when he talks about his problems; I’m not used to frailty in my parents. It gives me all sorts of forebodings, and then I think about C missing his parents and wishing we could make as big a fuss over them as we do over mine, or even just wishing he could hug them. I wish I could make him happy and not miss them. He’s really wonderful and so giving but I’m never sure if he’s really content here. Maybe that’s why I never really feel impatient with him or that I’m giving too much, the way I did with previous “partners” – I want to give to C, to give and give and give and yet no matter what I get so much more happiness from him than I feel I have the power or ability or specialness to give him.

Visited with my mum afterwards for tea and got some good recce on wineries we may want to visit when in California. If it weren’t for the flight and my fear thereof I’d be a lot more keen on the trip. I am keen on marrying C but I dread the flight over there. Mind you I’m looking forward immensely to being there, I hope everyone understands. Then on the way to gas up we went to the Odenton Dairy Queen and I had a large malted. 😦  I am just just just keeping within my points, and I have have have to go work out tomorrow.

Plans for tomorrow then in no particular order:

  1. Bake bread (must make the sponge tonight)
  2. Work out, including make a list of the strength equipment available (and if I have the guts which ones I can actually fit on without looking like a solid blob)
  3. Do Georgian
  4. Put up more photos on our ‘other’ website (once again, all you have to do is ask for the URL but it’s not public).

You know, I’ve been so blessed with great friends around me, people I know that I don’t deserve but who for some reason or other enrich my life. They’ve been there for me so many times; times I’ve had virtually no money and was eating cup-a-soups for lunch and dinner, had my phone and electric cut off, was down to my last few bucks. They’ve fed me and let me stay on their sofas and I never feel I could do enough to repay them, but I would if I had the chance and knew what to do. That’s my trouble often — a lack of imagination. I’m great at getting or taking what I need, but not always so hot at responding to the needs of others, mainly because I guess I figure I let my needs be known, quite well(!) so others will too. I don’t know where I’m going with this so before I get all awkward (or boring) I’ll stop as a word to the wise is always enough.

Let’s lighten the mood and make it as sunny as Owen Wilson’s blond locks, shall we? Here is a smorgåsbord of him for your viewing pleasure. Oh, and Karen commented correctly, the mystery man is Oliver Hudson and his sister Kate used to date Mr. Wilson (O.). Since O. Hudson (not O. Wilson) is a big fave of C’s he’ll be back soon, as will more Boys from Brazil, but for now, let’s gaze on the sexiest broken nose in Hollywood…

(By the sights of what’s below his right elbow in the speedos shot, Mr. Wilson’s having a great day…)

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