Nothing of great interest has been happening in my life, but it's been long enough since I updated this that I ought to do an entry, even if it's just a placeholder.
The diet is proceeding apace. Lost another pound, and was really virtuous all last week. This week I've gone out a few times (twice to Midori's Floating Garden, once to Singapore), but have eaten stuff I should. Probably more than I should; Singapore's servings are just large enough that if I eat what fills me up, there's not enough for another meal, so I eat it instead. And the churashi sushi at Midori's didn't feel like all that much food at the time, but I was full for hours afterward, so probably shouldn't have finished the rice. I'm currently resisting going to Ichiban for all-you-can-eat sushi tonight. Three meals out in a week is probably all I should do. If the scale has good news for me on Tuesday morning, I'll probably reward myself with a trip to Ichiban.
Exercise has been going well, comparatively. I used to be able to do three miles at a 12-minute-per-mile pace, but not anymore. Still building up both speed and endurance: on Tuesday and Thursday, ran for 20 minutes solid, then six sets of short sprints. The Tuesday workout must have been just right; I felt good all day -- that sort of "alive" feeling you get when you've exercised just the right amount. Does anyone else get that, or am I just weird? Thursday I overdid it a bit on the sprints; we were running around Lake Nokomis and had to guess on distances. I was sore for the next couple of days, but not badly.
Today was the Race for the Cure for Pat, but it was raining, and (as arranged) we went running together at the YWCA instead. She's done one race in the rain, and doesn't feel the need to repeat the experience. But she decided to do the distance instead. She wasn't sure she could manage to run the entire 5K (3.1 miles) -- nor was I sure I could, for that matter -- but I played Scheherezade, recounting the plots of the most recent Survivor and Law & Order: SVU, and finished with just one lap to go. My legs were a bit wobbly when we were done, and the time was terrible (about 15 minutes per mile), but we did run (or jog) the entire distance. First time I've done that in months. I may have to lose a lot more weight to get the speed back, I suspect. I could have gone a bit faster than Pat went, but not a great deal.
After a major flurry at work, things are now slowing down. B. is traveling next week, and I'm planning on taking a couple of days off once the book is finally and completely done. Discovered when looking at![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
redbird's proofing changes that all the italics in the non-body font had been lost, so that'll have to be coped with on Monday. But soon it should be done, done, done. I'm really looking forward to seeing the finished book.
Yesterday I realized that I'd been a hermit for the past couple of weeks. Other than running with Pat and seeing B. for work-related stuff, I haven't done anything social other than a brief stint at the Minn-stf meeting last Saturday. It isn't really my natural state, but it's easy to fall into. I think I may still be recovering from the run up to Minicon -- not to mention Minicon itself -- even though I should be well over that by now.
Just as B. is looking for something to collect, I think I need a hobby. It should be something inherently social, but socializing shouldn't be the primary focus. I think I'm going to try taking up skydiving, but I'm open to other suggestions as well. Skydiving is one of those things I've always wanted to do, though it scares me to death to think about it, too. I'm fascinated by free fall and floating, but have a touch of acrophobia. I'm not sure which will win, but I'm damned well going to try it at least once.
I read an article that says that skydivers lose 26 days of their life by that activity. That's an average, of course -- one skydiver going splat affects the odds for all the others landing safely. But I don't think I'll tell my parents until after I've tried it. If my mother had just let me go on parachute ride at Riverview, maybe I would have got this out of my system when I was a child. Or maybe not.
I think this summer I'm going to tackle the problem of my basement. I hate going down there right now -- between the mildew and the cat poop, it's pretty stinky. Pat recommended a waterproofing company that she used; I was impressed by the fact that they offer a lifetime guarantee. Once the place is waterproofed properly, I can do something about the floor and the lighting. There's no remedy for the absurdly low ceiling or the pipe through the middle of the allegedly finished room, but it could be made a lot more usable.
I've been doing all sorts of cat-vacuuming things to keep from doing the fanfic editing project I need to, and I'm not sure why. But time is creeping up on me, so I should close this off and try to do some.
The diet is proceeding apace. Lost another pound, and was really virtuous all last week. This week I've gone out a few times (twice to Midori's Floating Garden, once to Singapore), but have eaten stuff I should. Probably more than I should; Singapore's servings are just large enough that if I eat what fills me up, there's not enough for another meal, so I eat it instead. And the churashi sushi at Midori's didn't feel like all that much food at the time, but I was full for hours afterward, so probably shouldn't have finished the rice. I'm currently resisting going to Ichiban for all-you-can-eat sushi tonight. Three meals out in a week is probably all I should do. If the scale has good news for me on Tuesday morning, I'll probably reward myself with a trip to Ichiban.
Exercise has been going well, comparatively. I used to be able to do three miles at a 12-minute-per-mile pace, but not anymore. Still building up both speed and endurance: on Tuesday and Thursday, ran for 20 minutes solid, then six sets of short sprints. The Tuesday workout must have been just right; I felt good all day -- that sort of "alive" feeling you get when you've exercised just the right amount. Does anyone else get that, or am I just weird? Thursday I overdid it a bit on the sprints; we were running around Lake Nokomis and had to guess on distances. I was sore for the next couple of days, but not badly.
Today was the Race for the Cure for Pat, but it was raining, and (as arranged) we went running together at the YWCA instead. She's done one race in the rain, and doesn't feel the need to repeat the experience. But she decided to do the distance instead. She wasn't sure she could manage to run the entire 5K (3.1 miles) -- nor was I sure I could, for that matter -- but I played Scheherezade, recounting the plots of the most recent Survivor and Law & Order: SVU, and finished with just one lap to go. My legs were a bit wobbly when we were done, and the time was terrible (about 15 minutes per mile), but we did run (or jog) the entire distance. First time I've done that in months. I may have to lose a lot more weight to get the speed back, I suspect. I could have gone a bit faster than Pat went, but not a great deal.
After a major flurry at work, things are now slowing down. B. is traveling next week, and I'm planning on taking a couple of days off once the book is finally and completely done. Discovered when looking at
redbird's proofing changes that all the italics in the non-body font had been lost, so that'll have to be coped with on Monday. But soon it should be done, done, done. I'm really looking forward to seeing the finished book.Yesterday I realized that I'd been a hermit for the past couple of weeks. Other than running with Pat and seeing B. for work-related stuff, I haven't done anything social other than a brief stint at the Minn-stf meeting last Saturday. It isn't really my natural state, but it's easy to fall into. I think I may still be recovering from the run up to Minicon -- not to mention Minicon itself -- even though I should be well over that by now.
Just as B. is looking for something to collect, I think I need a hobby. It should be something inherently social, but socializing shouldn't be the primary focus. I think I'm going to try taking up skydiving, but I'm open to other suggestions as well. Skydiving is one of those things I've always wanted to do, though it scares me to death to think about it, too. I'm fascinated by free fall and floating, but have a touch of acrophobia. I'm not sure which will win, but I'm damned well going to try it at least once.
I read an article that says that skydivers lose 26 days of their life by that activity. That's an average, of course -- one skydiver going splat affects the odds for all the others landing safely. But I don't think I'll tell my parents until after I've tried it. If my mother had just let me go on parachute ride at Riverview, maybe I would have got this out of my system when I was a child. Or maybe not.
I think this summer I'm going to tackle the problem of my basement. I hate going down there right now -- between the mildew and the cat poop, it's pretty stinky. Pat recommended a waterproofing company that she used; I was impressed by the fact that they offer a lifetime guarantee. Once the place is waterproofed properly, I can do something about the floor and the lighting. There's no remedy for the absurdly low ceiling or the pipe through the middle of the allegedly finished room, but it could be made a lot more usable.
I've been doing all sorts of cat-vacuuming things to keep from doing the fanfic editing project I need to, and I'm not sure why. But time is creeping up on me, so I should close this off and try to do some.
