February 2007 Archives
Two pieces of pizza to soak up the suds and then two beers at each stop along the crawl Saturday and when I get on the scales this morning? Not an ounce gained. Word.
That being said, I started my high intensity interval training (HIIT) this morning. What. The. Fuck. I almost threw up in the shower afterwards. That isn't right, right?
Joe.My.God's second outing of the blogs happened this past Saturday night. Bonus that I was already in town for the NYComicCon so I wasn't going to miss out this year. Obviously from the pic-less texts of this post, even though I had a camera, I declined to use it for no other reason then everyone else was snapping pics off left and right and I didn't want to be that dumb dick-head who fires off the last, blinding picture that makes everyone groan and hate them. No one was that dick-head but had their been one, it would have been me, so I kept my camera in my pocket and tried to make it not appear as though I was the size of a float, which in some pictures I'm seeing, I appear to be. Real pics can be seen at Joe's site and those other's who've recounted the going-on's.
I have never spent much time in the East Village bars although once in the Boiler Room, I seemed to have some wispy smell of recognition but that was about it. For the most part, the bars were perfect: practically empty before we got there so everyone got served quickly and efficiently and room to move around. The Big Lug had the best music by far and honestly, several people agreed that we could have just stayed there the rest of the evening but since it was only number four on the list of six, we all had to carry on and carry out. The Boiler Room almost tied for best music when the 23-minute version of Donna Summer's MacArthur Park was spinning but then the follow up was another Donna Summer song and that sorta put the group over the edge. Also, Curly McDimple was forbidden from using the ladies room (or as Helen suggested, a stagnant slaughter house) so I was quite worried for her micturation issues. I'm nothing if not a caring health-care professional when I get the chance.
The whole night was fun. Boys and girls slogging through the streets with Joe in the vanguard assuring people he had no idea where the next bar was located but somehow ending up right at the front door. He threatens to get a large pole sign for next year so people will know when the group is moving out. It can't be that hard to notice when a bar's population suddenly goes from three to forty seven and then back to three. Dick's Bar hasn't seen a night like that in a long time, I'm sure. Everyone was so friendly and gracious though there were pockets of people I had wanted to meet (I kept hearing the Farm Boys were about but they were always just on the other side of a column or had their backs to me in another group so as far as I know, they still only exist in the blog). Luckily, I met and got hooked into the FutureJunkie and then Jubilee Chris showed up so we were able to pal around the evening and I didn't feel like such an introverted interloper.
Things learned? Bar crawls are fun and bloggers are a very nice, sociable bunch of mens. From the pictures Jeff has seen, he thought the crowd rather beary which for me was the icing on the cake. Also, I had my first and second Black-n-Tan ever. I didn't know they made beer milk-shakes but they do and they're black and tan and get thicker the closer you get to finishing off the second one. As safety cannot be put on hold for blog crawl fun, the Cock is a death-from-fire tragedy waiting to happen. I'm sure everyone was all in their groove getting molested in the dark crowd that was a sea of shoulders and heads but I do need some safety in my life and getting trampled during a fire isn't my cuppa tea. We should have listed to Jeff and Eddie when they wanted to bag out because of the cover-charge and gone to The Urge next door which is where we ended up anyway after escaping the Cock. All in all, I did the crawl, met some great people, and had a great time.
Yeah...not so happy that I paid $45 for a weekend pass to the NYC ComicCon and ended up standing in line for a freaking HOUR, four blocks away from the event. Thank God I was with Jubilee Chris because if you're going to get stuck in a queue, it's good to have a friend who won't knock you to the ground after repeating the same, lame comment over and over (that being, "Not a good day to come dressed in spandex as a favorite super hero." Those fuckers were FREEZING while waiting to get in).
picture by Jubilee Chris
MBA-lite? MBA-LITE? Sure didn't feel like MBA-lite when I was going through it, mother fucker.
Could I pack any more into one Saturday that will be happening in the city while I'm actually here and not upstate? Good Lord: NYC Comic Con AND The East Village Blarg Crawl on the same day? WOOT! There could be pictures.
And no, haters, I'm not dressing up for the Comic Con.
It's no secret that I often go off and try to get healthy, usually by adjusting my diet some how. In the past few years, I've gone from a comfortable upper 190'slbs in weight to my all time max over my holiday vacation this past December, at 208lbs. I've been suffering through squeezing into my size 34-waist jeans for some time, always hoping I'd find that elusive 35-inch pair and finally, since Christmas, had to wear a secret pair of 36-inch jeans that I'd bought for emergencies when I just couldn't breathe in my 34's. But at 208lbs, that's just too much and the trend of putting on a few pounds and inches ever year needs to stop and according to the Body Mass Index which is a more accurate portrayal of healthy weight, I'm solidly in the overweight category. I'm not bitching that I'm fat, just that I am completely out of shape and heading towards the middle-age spread when I'm not even middle age.
Enter in the Big Gay Mega Cruise Jeff and I are taking to the Mediterranean in the fall and we have a problem. Neither Jeff nor I feel like we can be around 2000 'mo's and feel comfortable with our current body image. So we set some goals for ourselves and off we went. Now we're both on a healthy, realistic eating program (I'm following the Abs Diet recommendations which I love) and have good work out routines. I haven't been in a gym for over a decade so my weak little arms and legs are getting worked within an inch of their life along with doing regular ab routines and then swimming or biking on my off days in between weight training days.
So my goal is to go from 208lbs to 170lbs by 8/24/2007 or a total of 38lbs in just under 30 weeks. I'm not really focused entirely on the weight as I'd like to fit comfortably into a 30-32in waist jean to be really, really happy. We've been doing our eating and workout routine now for two weeks, hence the post here (because as we all know, I'm a good starter but a horrible, horrible finisher) and having lost the first five pounds so far, I'm well on my way to meeting my goal by early May which is great. This year, I'm going to be swimsuit ready in time to actually use the swimsuit.
I mean to take the big, flabby gut pics before I first started so I could show the before and after but those are going to happen this weekend which I'll post up to keep myself motivated. Nothing like a little embarrassing gut shot to keep me on track.
