Day 102
Tuesday June 10th
Mossied on over to the Warmer for the game. Made the grisly mistake of wearing Celtics green to a Laker's bar. Oops! Much abuse (and free drinks after the Celts lost) ensued.
Tuesday June 10th
Mossied on over to the Warmer for the game. Made the grisly mistake of wearing Celtics green to a Laker's bar. Oops! Much abuse (and free drinks after the Celts lost) ensued.
Lakers by 6, at least they covered the spread! Celtics up 2-1 in the best of 7 series. Go Boston, beat LA!Day 101
Monday June 9th
Health has been one thing that has always really been a worry for me since starting this little social experiment. Personal hygiene was up there too, but everyone around these parts already knows me as a dirty hippie and just 'cause I shaved my head doesn't change that perception. So health, yah big concern. I don't have the ability to bike anymore. With gas prices the way the are driving out to the mtns. to climb every day just isn't in the paycheck. I am WAY too fat to run. Roller blading, though I dig it, is as I have been informed a gay holdover from the '90s. All joking aside, not having a consistent place to shower negatively impacts my motivation to do anything that will result in ending up a sweaty mess. Secondly, and more importantly in my worrisome way, my daily caloric intact is so minimal not having a fridge or a real stove that I really just do not have the energy after work to do anything too active.
So I sit and blog and drink way too much and grower fluffier by the day. Obviously that has to change. So I got into this thing where I try to walk as much as possible. I got me a fancy new pedometer (that doesn't really work) and I walk. My goal is 18,000 steps a day. Based on my stride and some fuzzy math that is more or less ten miles for me a day. Here are the numbers so far after a week:
Monday 6852
Tuesday 10674
Wednesday 8425
Thursday 8002
Friday 20832
Saturday 10267
Sunday 3642
Today 8325
I am getting close on some days but need to be much more consistent. Lets face it, the belly hasn't gone anywhere in a week. Time to step it up, quite literally.
Monday June 9th
Health has been one thing that has always really been a worry for me since starting this little social experiment. Personal hygiene was up there too, but everyone around these parts already knows me as a dirty hippie and just 'cause I shaved my head doesn't change that perception. So health, yah big concern. I don't have the ability to bike anymore. With gas prices the way the are driving out to the mtns. to climb every day just isn't in the paycheck. I am WAY too fat to run. Roller blading, though I dig it, is as I have been informed a gay holdover from the '90s. All joking aside, not having a consistent place to shower negatively impacts my motivation to do anything that will result in ending up a sweaty mess. Secondly, and more importantly in my worrisome way, my daily caloric intact is so minimal not having a fridge or a real stove that I really just do not have the energy after work to do anything too active.
So I sit and blog and drink way too much and grower fluffier by the day. Obviously that has to change. So I got into this thing where I try to walk as much as possible. I got me a fancy new pedometer (that doesn't really work) and I walk. My goal is 18,000 steps a day. Based on my stride and some fuzzy math that is more or less ten miles for me a day. Here are the numbers so far after a week:
Monday 6852
Tuesday 10674
Wednesday 8425
Thursday 8002
Friday 20832
Saturday 10267
Sunday 3642
Today 8325
I am getting close on some days but need to be much more consistent. Lets face it, the belly hasn't gone anywhere in a week. Time to step it up, quite literally.
I think it says rest and have a beer....Day 100!
Sunday June 8th
Sunday June 8th
I wish I could say I did something absolutely monumental to celebrate 100 days living outta my car, but I can't. It is odd really. It was just another day for me. For the last 99 days, and admittedly even before that, I had looked at the centennial as a huge milestone-- a right of passage so to speak. Sailors who cross the equator usually get a tattoo or ghonerhea to commemorate the occasion. Don't believe me, seriously check out http://martinfuentesphoto.com/index.htm. I never ever thought back in January or February I would be able to say this. I honestly thought I would spend a week or so, okay maybe worst case scenario ten days crashing on the beach before I got a new job and escaped Ventuckey. Obviously the Fates didn't quite weave it that way. So here we are, maybe on day 122 I will break out a bottle of something bubbly. 122 days, that is 1/3 of a year! Now that is something to brag about-- and it is just around the corner, yikes!
Blogging away instead of celebrating? 
1 comment:
It's All In Your Head
by Mark Pettus, MD, FACP
It's all about taking little steps towards better health and mind. It's a good read and written by someone residing in the Celtic State. You'll like it.
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