I don’t know why, but sometimes I can’t shake the feeling like I’m on my last lap. Of course, the goal is to make that lap as long as possible. I’m hoping for fifteen years or so, we’ll see what happens, but at least I’ll die trying. In the meantime, I’m going to keep doing what I do and embrace the joys of my mundane lifestyle.
We had a mostly rain-free morning, so the Friday group opted to head for the hills. It was nice to get off the pavement for a change.
We decided to skip the SOB again; it just hasn’t been worth the time lately. Instead, we rewarded our hard-working feet with a foot spa.
With our feet now refreshed and nails clipped, we went to feed our hungry bellies at Jewel Cafe.
After dinner, we dashed across the highway to Jumpin’ Jacks. Once again, the music was great and the staff friendly. And it seems to be paying off, because the place was hoppin’ with quite a few customers, notwithstanding the early hour.
I did two of these in my unique fashion: a shot of gin with soda water served in a tall glass with an additional can of soda water on the side. That reduces the potency of the gin and makes the drink last longer. Regardless, after the second one, I was feeling the effects in a way that was concerning. Regular readers may recall that in my previous attempts to reduce my beer intake, I had some falling-down incidents. Despite my fondness for drinking, I do not like being inebriated. So, I switched back to Zero beer after the second gin drink.
If you are keeping score, I had four beers (down from the usual 8-10) and two gins. The beers have sixty calories per bottle, and the gin shot has around ninety-five. I think prudence dictates that I stick with beer and look for other ways to reduce my calorie intake. The gin and soda method I use is also twice as expensive as a bottle of beer.
We’d both had enough of the fun when we departed Jumpin’ Jacks, and so we passed on the nightcap bar and headed home early. And so ended another day in the life.
I came across this horrific rendering in my internet travels:
I’ve reached August 2010 in my LTG archive journey and enjoyed remembering the bullfrog I grew up with.
This Facebook memory from six years ago made me smile.
Reminds me of that old saw, “when I was 16, I thought my father was stupid. When I was 21, I couldn’t believe how much he’d learned in five years.”
And now we’ll welcome back the Filipina Pea for today’s YouTube video. I really respect and appreciate vloggers who don’t resort to the fakery of AI, and they are getting harder and harder to find. In today’s edition, Pea responds to questions submitted by her viewers in her usual brutally honest way. There’s dumb, but some of these guys in long-distance relationships are the dumbest around.
And maybe you’ll like these:
Onward with the journey.
I can’t shake the feeling [that] I’m on my last lap
You seem healthier than I am despite your bad habits. Cosmically speaking, it’s not just, but whatever. We’re all wired differently, and besides, I’ve got my own bad habits. How’s your back doing? Your breathing? You’ve never mentioned problems with your knees, your heart(?), or anything else, really. Except maybe occasional incontinence. I had a shart just the other day. Luckily, it was minor, private, and easy to clean up.
We decided to skip the SOB again; it just hasn’t been worth the time lately.
I’d thought it was already kaput.
Regardless, after the second one, I was feeling the effects in a way that was concerning. Regular readers may recall that in my previous attempts to reduce my beer intake, I had some falling-down incidents. Despite my fondness for drinking, I do not like being inebriated. So, I switched back to Zero beer after the second gin drink.
If you don’t like inebriation, why drink at all? There’s tea, coffee, juice, diet soda…
Yeah, I’m thinking that the carbs lie elsewhere. Like in that mashed potato next to your filet. And the carrots. And the gravy.
I know you’ll trot out the whole “old dog can’t learn new tricks” and “It’s just who I am and how I grew up” excuses, but if you cooked more at home, you’d have way more control over what goes into your meals. A lot of keto people do “keto mashed potatoes,” a recipe that uses boiled-then-blitzed cauliflower plus butter, heavy cream, sour cream, chives, garlic powder, salt, black pepper, etc. Not quite as good as potatoes, but a halfway decent substitute. And go nuts with the steak! Beef has almost no carbs. And on keto, the diet’s supposed to be 70-75% fat, anyway (plus 20% protein, and up to 5% carbs). So grill up those ribeyes!
NB: on keto, fat is considered safe (like the fat that’s naturally on meat), BUT if you pair fat with carbs (e.g., banana-cream pie, cookies, etc.), it can become dangerous.
Kevin, the back is almost back to normal. I’ve not used my nebulizer or inhaler for months, so I’m happy to be breathing easy again. As far as I know, my internal organs are still functioning up to par, so I reckon for someone on the verge of 70, I’m doing alright.
No, they are still going through the motions with the SOB, down to five bars and no promotion. Daddy Dave is struggling with health issues, and that’s understandably his primary concern these days.
Thanks for the dietary advice and tips. I’m a lazy fuck, so I tend to look for the easy way to go. Is CICO a waste of time? I’d rather count calories than content. Swan has been YouTubeing healthy, low-calorie meals she can prepare for me. We eat dinner out a lot, but eat breakfast and lunch at home.
Man, fatty carbs are SO delicious. That’s usually my downfall.
You might want to get familiar with dishes like frittata, which is almost a quiche without the crust. It’s often eggs and cheese and cream and veggies, but you could add sausage, herbs, and spices to make it entertaining. The only problem with fatty dishes, despite their low carbs, is how caloric they are. CICO is not a waste of time for losing WEIGHT; low-carb/keto is a good way to lose FAT. Along with eating less frequently so as not to spike insulin.