Greetings,
Well, I spent 90 minutes working out today hoping to sweat some poisons out that I ingested over the weekend and I think I achieved some success.
I added another slab of metal to most of my weight exercises. I was doing 3 sets of 15 repetitions each on most of the exercises and it was starting to take too long. Now, I'm at 3 sets of 6 - 8 repetitions each. And, encouraged by visual manifestations of my abs, I added 3 other ab exercises to my current one that consists of just 60 crunches: 25 leg raises for the lower abs, performing a bridge for 2 minutes (goal is for five minutes) and the plank for the right and left side abs. In addition, weather permitting, at least twice a week I walk to the library which is a round trip of over 10 kilometers so I'm getting some aerobics in during the week.
Over the past few weeks, I've been keeping track of the approximate number of calories that I ingest on a daily basis. I started that because of sensations of craving that I was experiencing and I didn't know where they were physical or psychological in nature. It's like I'm continually evaluating myself to determine what is going on. Some of the cravings may be due to significant decreases in alcohol and tobacco use, some may be due to the fact that my calorie intake is around 1000 - 1300 units daily (don't count previous weekend!) and I have no doubt that some of those cravings are psychological in nature because of a reduction in human interaction.
Oh well...nobody said that the beginning of a new life has to be easy. I just hope that I don't snap and go on a rampage that would lay waste to this section of the planet. After all, I have all my stuff stored in this area.
I'm looking forward to tomorrow: early morning hot tub, swim a few laps, clean up/shave/moisturize, don clean tank top/shorts, walk to the library to check email accounts for responses to my inquires to jobs (weather permitting; been raining more than usual here in the Dallas area). I don't know if I mentioned this to you but utilizing my education, years of experience in several industries and the skills that I have honed in the harsh environment of corporate arenas, I applied for the positions of a pizza delivery person and as a pet sitter.
Yeah, I know. What the hell...I probably not qualified for those but thought I would give it a shot.
By the way, I was just joking about the 'rampage' part (in case the FBI is reading this). At this time I haven't succumbed to what I consider to be some of the greatest enemies of humanity: hopelessness, apathy, despair and fear. And I hope I can keep saying that when I have nothing else to lose.
Till next time.
Monday, June 25, 2007
Homeless - 15
Hello,
I have said, in my previous life, that the only way for me to stop drinking and smoking is for someone to tie me up and confine me in a locked room for 30 days. Well, it seems that the spirit of the universe is showing me, via my current set of circumstances, that there is another way that doesn't involve locking me up. Since I've been homeless, I haven't consumed any alcohol and maybe, just maybe, less than ten cigarettes a week. That alteration of behavior has got to be a good thing...though maybe not as much fun. Oh, well, it is healthier.
Now, having said that...
This past Saturday I was hanging out at a pool around noon when the apartment management threw a resident appreciation party complete with grilled burgers and dogs, chips, soda and cookies. I thought 'Great! Takes care of the food for the day.' It lasted for a couple of hours and then everyone continued on their way. The pool became quiet again and I managed to squeeze in a lengthy nap. After waking up and swimming a few laps, I continued reading the book I brought with me. At around 7 PM, a couple of guys showed up dressed in togas (where the hell am I?!?) and started taking down the net. It seems that they were starting a party at the other clubhouse and needed the net for some water volleyball action over there. Andddd....I was invited to attend...which I did. It was a birthday celebration and there were a few more togas present but were in the minority. There was pizza, spiked watermelon, chex party mix, beer (plenty of) and some fruit juice in a large bucket that had a distinctive flavor of that demon Everclear. Needless to say, I ingested my fair share of those consciousness altering agents and enjoyed the company. I didn't know any of them when I arrived but I did by party's end. And that was around 2 AM at which time I retired.
I achieved partial consciousness several hours later and took advantage of the facilities at that location to freshen up. I drove to another pool around noon thinking of taking it easy and basking in the sun. Within the hour a group of people arrived with similar resources that were present the evening before. I knew a few of this group of people so I wasn't a complete stranger. They grilled burgers, dogs and chicken, had chips, soda, cookies, beer (plenty of!) and
Jello shots that contained that evil demon Vodka. Different group of people but same end result. It lasted till midnight and I went back to my truck to relinquish consciousness...for the second night in a row.
So, all in all, it was probably the best weekend I had since becoming...domicile challenged. Food, alcohol and company was in abundance!
I have said, in my previous life, that the only way for me to stop drinking and smoking is for someone to tie me up and confine me in a locked room for 30 days. Well, it seems that the spirit of the universe is showing me, via my current set of circumstances, that there is another way that doesn't involve locking me up. Since I've been homeless, I haven't consumed any alcohol and maybe, just maybe, less than ten cigarettes a week. That alteration of behavior has got to be a good thing...though maybe not as much fun. Oh, well, it is healthier.
Now, having said that...
This past Saturday I was hanging out at a pool around noon when the apartment management threw a resident appreciation party complete with grilled burgers and dogs, chips, soda and cookies. I thought 'Great! Takes care of the food for the day.' It lasted for a couple of hours and then everyone continued on their way. The pool became quiet again and I managed to squeeze in a lengthy nap. After waking up and swimming a few laps, I continued reading the book I brought with me. At around 7 PM, a couple of guys showed up dressed in togas (where the hell am I?!?) and started taking down the net. It seems that they were starting a party at the other clubhouse and needed the net for some water volleyball action over there. Andddd....I was invited to attend...which I did. It was a birthday celebration and there were a few more togas present but were in the minority. There was pizza, spiked watermelon, chex party mix, beer (plenty of) and some fruit juice in a large bucket that had a distinctive flavor of that demon Everclear. Needless to say, I ingested my fair share of those consciousness altering agents and enjoyed the company. I didn't know any of them when I arrived but I did by party's end. And that was around 2 AM at which time I retired.
I achieved partial consciousness several hours later and took advantage of the facilities at that location to freshen up. I drove to another pool around noon thinking of taking it easy and basking in the sun. Within the hour a group of people arrived with similar resources that were present the evening before. I knew a few of this group of people so I wasn't a complete stranger. They grilled burgers, dogs and chicken, had chips, soda, cookies, beer (plenty of!) and
Jello shots that contained that evil demon Vodka. Different group of people but same end result. It lasted till midnight and I went back to my truck to relinquish consciousness...for the second night in a row.
So, all in all, it was probably the best weekend I had since becoming...domicile challenged. Food, alcohol and company was in abundance!
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