Americans like me celebrate Independence Day with our favorite patriotic songs.
I’ve been working hard and playing hard thus far this weekend. Here’s a recap:
I got reacquainted with Namsan after a two week hiatus. Still an ass kicker.
All that rain on Friday cleaned up the air some. Was expecting to get rained on at some point in my hike but other than some sprinkles I was golden.
Back home I set about freeing up some closet space.
It came together easier than most of my projects…
And it is functional. See those pants? They are all 42″ waist size. Which makes them too big for me to wear now. I reckon I’ll carry them to the on-post thrift store one of these days. What I need to do this afternoon is purchase some new pants for work. I tried on a 36″ pair and they fit. Snug, but they fit!
Saturday night I changed up my routine. I’m usually in the bar around 6 and stumbling home drunk shortly after 9. I wanted to see what the late night crowd was all about so I delayed my arrival at Shenanigans until 8 p.m. The staff was a little shook-up saying they’d been wondering what happened to me. Hey, I don’t want to be too predictable!
I left Shenanigans a little after 10 still relatively sober. Had a soothing Thai massage for an hour then headed over to the Grand Ol’ Opry to resume my hydration. Ran into a guy from work who told me he’s there every weekend. I’m like, so am I, but then I realized he’s there after I’m gone. It was actually interesting seeing the late night faces I’ve been missing. And an added bonus was being there for the traditional rendition of the Star Spangled Banner at midnight. It seemed especially appropriate on this Independence Day weekend.
Despite my late night I was up bright and early Sunday morning. Popped a chicken in the crock pot and set about on my riverside walk.
This is the farthest I’ve gone in the westward direction.
And this elevated pathway took me somewhere I’ve never been before…
…Seoul Forest. It was nice to see they had a designated farting area…
Even after just a brief visit I can say that Seoul Forest will always be deer to me.
Heading back on the opposite side of the river…
I crossed back over at the Banpo bridge and made a quick detour to the commissary where I purchased a walnut brownie mix. Nope, I’m not falling off the carb wagon (well, maybe just a taste), I’m going to treat the Korean staff in my office who are of course working hard this 4th of July.
All told, the morning walk was 3.5 hours. That is about my max. My legs were dead and my knee was aching and as this sign a couple of blocks from home reminded me don’t overdo it.
Kevin KIm achieved a “miracle” 40,000 steps on his Saturday morning walk. This is as close to a miracle that I’ll ever get…
And the only way I managed that was 2000 steps walking home from the bar at 0100 on Sunday morning, plus some steps I got in during the dart tourney Sunday afternoon. And yes, I took a round about way home after darts so I could break the 30,000 barrier…
Perhaps not so coincidentally, I had some good news from the scale this week.
Goal achieved and exceeded!
I initiated my lifestyle change on on February 21, when I weighed in at a robust 269.2. 20 weeks later and I’ve lost 51.9 pounds. My goal had been to get down to 220. But I’m still not pleased with my big belly so I’m going to try and get down to 200 pounds. We’ll see.
It feels good to have put down that big ol’ sack of rice though…
That’s my big news I suppose. As long as you are here, you might enjoy some random ass crap:
My crock pot chicken came out pretty close to perfect. Today the crock pot is slow cooking a pork roast…
These Filipinos put an ass whooping on me last night…
Never flown them, but I’d wager it’s a pretty shitty airline.
Maybe the “e” is silent. Or invisible.
What a pisser.
Is it something I said or didn’t say?
Hopefully, I’ve learned to avoid future mistakes…
Ah well, that’s enough for now don’t you think…
Congrats on the continuing weight loss! 200 sounds like a great goal: it’s mine, too, but I’ve got farther to go than you, alas—another 65-70 pounds. Keep on pounding the pavement.
The Hillary pic is comedy gold. Someone’s going to order it to be painted over, though, I’m sure.