So, here we go with another day in the life. This could be a false positive, but I noticed some changes in my eating habits yesterday that might be a sign the Ozempic has already started to kick in. After my 7K hike yesterday morning, I was served a meat pie that Swan had prepared for me. It is one of her specialties, and as usual, it was very good. I ate less than half of it. I had a delicious steak dinner at the Viking Resort restaurant, and didn’t leave much in the way of leftovers. But when we got home, I had zero craving for my usual sweet bedtime snack (I had stocked up on sugar-free pudding to replace my ice cream addiction). I honestly don’t remember the last time I didn’t indulge my sweet tooth after a night out. Yeah, it is too soon to tell, but it does seem my appetite is being suppressed. And since I have no willpower to resist hunger pangs, that’s a good thing! Here’s hoping I’m on the right track, especially if this is happening with a low dose of Ozempic.
I messaged the Wednesday Walkers yesterday morning to say I wasn’t feeling well (nasal congestion and sneezing fits) and wouldn’t be participating in the hike. Then, before the start time, I told myself I needed to man up and push myself out of my comfort zone if I was serious about reaching my weight-loss goals. And so I put on the hiking shoes and hit the road.
Ever since those two AC Hashers got attacked and hospitalized by an angry carabao, I’ve been wary when I encounter one. This was the first time one came at me aggressively.
I invited Steve, who lives on Baloy, to join us on Kokomo’s floating bar so I could buy him a beer for his birthday.
Steve and Viola invited us to join them for dinner at the Viking Resort. When he mentioned Viking offered a steak dinner for only 550 pesos, I couldn’t say no. I hadn’t been to Viking for a couple of years (we used to Hash there occasionally), but hadn’t really ordered a meal there before.
I’d call that a good day.
Facebook memories took me back to a dinner gathering from thirteen years ago.
On with May 2018 in the LTG archives. It’s my last day in Korea. I wrap things up in two posts: “The End of Days” and “It’s Time.” One life ends, and another begins.
Today’s YouTube video offers up five signs that you might be an alcoholic. By this standard, I am not. Yes, I drink beer every day. But I’m in control for the most part. I have a narrow window, usually between 5 and 8 pm, when I imbibe. I have no desire to drink in the morning. I rarely get drunk-drunk (falling down or floored), so I feel like I am maintaining control of my drinking rather than my drinking controlling me. Beer is a part of my life that I enjoy, and like my father, I plan to drink it until the day I die (he made it to 83).
Humor time:
And now to get on with the rest of this day I’ve been gifted.
I had a delicious steak dinner at the Viking Resort restaurant, and didn’t leave much in the way of leftovers.
I wish the Ozempic could help you avoid the same error you’d committed over the past two days. That’s three days in a row now.
my ice cream addiction
a tax-paying citizen
a six-foot man
my two-timing wife
twice-cooked pork
my weight-loss goals (from your post!)
etc., etc.
Same errors, over and over. Maybe this is my hell.
And since I have no willpower to resist hunger pangs, that’s a good thing! Here’s hoping I’m on the right track, especially if this is happening with a low dose of Ozempic.
Continued good luck with that.
Ever since those two AC Hashers got attacked and hospitalized by an angry carabao, I’ve been wary when I encounter one. This was the first time one came at me aggressively.
What does the AI god say about how to scare off charging carabao?
And a bit further up the road, another funeral banner. He was younger than me.
I see that they like to reuse quotes on those funeral banners. Too bad that that banner text is so full of errors.
Yep, it was Steve getting in a birthday swim. He’s going strong at 74.
I’ll be long dead before I’m 74, but good for him.
And then an explosion of light and color. Well done!
Nice sequence of sunset shots.
I hadn’t been to Viking for a couple of years (we used to Hash there occasionally), but hadn’t really ordered a meal there before.
Same error—twice in one post!
I have no desire to drink in the morning. I rarely get drunk-drunk (falling down or floored), so I feel like I am maintaining control of my drinking rather than my drinking controlling me.
The self-delusion is strong in this one. “Rarely.”
So for the rest of this year, there won’t be any stories about getting falling-down drunk and/or not recalling the previous night? I’d also love for you to try a one-week experiment where you go totally dry. Tremors? I suspect yes.
John mate are there really no Italian places in town mate selling osso buco mate coz if ya ask me mate ya gotta up the quality of the food you are eating as well mate can’t be good eating all that cheaper quality stuff ya eat mate no offense mate but raise ya standards a bit mate cheers mate cheers have a good one mate cheers
Aaron, I eat what I like. Italian food is okay, but usually very carby. When my life is over, having food I enjoyed will not be one of my regrets.
Kevin, well, at least I’m consistent. Consistently wrong, but still… You know, some words just don’t look right with a hyphen. I love ice cream. Let’s grab an ice-cream sandwich!
Thanks for the AI advice on avoiding a carabao. I usually give them a wide berth, but I didn’t see this one under a tree until he was coming at me. Lucky for me, he got to the end of his rope before he reached me.
Re: self-delusion: I guess it depends on how you define rarely. I drink almost every day of the year, so let’s say 360 days. I get floored maybe every other month, or six times a year. Six out of 360 sounds rare to me.
I get tremors just thinking about going without beer for a week.
I love ice cream. Let’s grab an ice-cream sandwich!
Exactly. And that’s why “doesn’t look right” doesn’t cut it as a rule for writing grammatically, and why so many people get the phrasal-adjective hyphenation rule wrong. But you could argue, in the case of “ice-cream sandwich,” that the hyphen is unnecessary because the phrase is familiar enough not to cause a problem with clarity. The example I’ve given repeatedly is “high school student” (which I personally hyphenate, but which I’m not going to penalize if left unhyphenated).
I get tremors just thinking about going without beer for a week.
There’s your addiction right there.
Six out of 360 sounds rare to me.
Six times a year sounds like six times too many to me. Six times a year, lying in my own piss? If that’s acceptable, then I have no pride or dignity.
Kevin, I’ve been mis-hyphenating since high-school. (Interestingly, my spellchecker doesn’t like the hyphen in high school.)
That reminds me of one of my bar jokes. Me to bargirl: I’m going to ask you three questions. Each question has the same answer. And to make it even easier, I’ll tell you the answer: addicted. Ready? Okay, first question: What do you call someone who uses illegal drugs every day? “Addicted.” Good! Second question: What do you call someone who gets drunk and passes out every night? “Addicted.” That’s right! Final question: What slapped you in the face when you woke up this morning? “Addic…oh shit! See how you are!”
Yeah, I don’t like getting floored, but that’s about getting dizzy from the room spinning. I piss myself even when I’m sober lately.
A building plot in the San Isidro or Naugsol area costs a maximum of p1000 (or less) per sqm (accessible by car). A bahay kubo (12′ x 6′) costs p60,000 and a tiled CR not half of this.
200 sqm with kubo and CR would cost – in a better accessible area – max. p280,000. This is half of the requested $9,000 !
Don’t pay totally overpriced requests !
Thanks for the info, kf. The lack of motor vehicle access is a deal breaker for me. I never checked to verify if the land is even titled. Not worth it!