So at my last physical I was told my cholesterol was elevated and to adjust my diet and exercise and we'd see how it was next year. I've slowly adjusted the diet to include less fat and my weight has gone down a little and I'm drinking a lot less. So what to do about exercise?
I had an Anytime Fitness membership that I allowed to lapse. I went two or three times a week and did the same thing every time and kind of got bored, I guess. And within a month of not going anymore, I suddenly weighed ten pounds more and the most I've ever weighed in my life. And some other stuff happened that probably should have sent me to the doctor then but I'm hoping that was cleared up when I had the colonoscopy.
So now I am doing P90X. It came in the mail yesterday and I did the first dvd this morning at 5 am. A very fit man led two other men and a woman through a routine for chest and back. They warm you up and take you through 12 sets of variations of pull ups and push ups and some dumbbell rows. Sometimes the leader would announce the exercise and ask each participant how many reps they planned to do and they would answer something like "30!" My answer was usually 5, or three. I'm 54, ok? And it's been ages since I've been able to do a pull up or a regular guy's push up. And I am very sore tonight.
Another thing I have to do is start getting to bed earlier, I can't do this kind of workout and then get by on four or five hour's sleep. I don't know if I will do the workouts every day, but I will try at first. I may have to do every other day.
Thursday, September 1, 2011
Monday, August 29, 2011
Now I Want a Corvette
I spent a weekend hanging out with a Corvette Club. I was one of two non-Corvettes there and we were asked "What would it take to bring you over to the Dark Side?"
Not much.
The models that appeal most to me are those from the 60's and 70's and it is possible to find Corvettes from the C3 and C4 (80's, not quite so appealing to me ) generations for reasonable prices. However, I don't think my mechanical abilities are up to the challenge of taking care of a 30 or 40 year old car.
Since I was cheated out of going to Mid America Motorplex by Mother Nature, now I am planning to go to Motorsports Park Hastings in Nebraska next year to take a driving school and hopefully do it in a Grand Sport Corvette. Then I can run with the Corvettes on their high speed day and get to use most of the oval at the Iowa Speedway. I hope they can teach me to heel and toe.
So this won't be my last muscle car summer, unless I get a wild hair and replace the Mustang with a real sports car such as a vintage Corvette or a MINI Roadster.
The ex girlfriend has been swinging back and forth between angry recriminations and sweet pleadings for us to be reunited. I think she probably wants to strangle me in my sleep and I guess if she did, that would save me the trouble of killing myself down the road when my vision or my health have deteriorated to where life is not any fun anymore.
But I'm not done living yet.
Not much.
The models that appeal most to me are those from the 60's and 70's and it is possible to find Corvettes from the C3 and C4 (80's, not quite so appealing to me ) generations for reasonable prices. However, I don't think my mechanical abilities are up to the challenge of taking care of a 30 or 40 year old car.
Since I was cheated out of going to Mid America Motorplex by Mother Nature, now I am planning to go to Motorsports Park Hastings in Nebraska next year to take a driving school and hopefully do it in a Grand Sport Corvette. Then I can run with the Corvettes on their high speed day and get to use most of the oval at the Iowa Speedway. I hope they can teach me to heel and toe.
So this won't be my last muscle car summer, unless I get a wild hair and replace the Mustang with a real sports car such as a vintage Corvette or a MINI Roadster.
The ex girlfriend has been swinging back and forth between angry recriminations and sweet pleadings for us to be reunited. I think she probably wants to strangle me in my sleep and I guess if she did, that would save me the trouble of killing myself down the road when my vision or my health have deteriorated to where life is not any fun anymore.
But I'm not done living yet.
Sunday, July 31, 2011
Next To Last Muscle Car Summer
The person who was going to buy my daily driver backed out which means I have it to drive this winter which means the Mustang can race again next summer. So I'm just going to keep on a goin'.
I haven't gotten over my MINI Cooper lust though. There's going to be a roadster next year.
I haven't gotten over my MINI Cooper lust though. There's going to be a roadster next year.
Thursday, July 14, 2011
LDR advice
When you come for a visit, the option to stay longer should be at the discretion of the host, not the guest.
I'm just sayin'.
I'm just sayin'.
Monday, June 27, 2011
supporting me
This morning the girlfriend said she'd support me should I desire to take testosterone.
I had mentioned how in the 80's and 90's I had been a gym rat and if natural transition were possible, I would have become a man during this time. I took everything I could short of steroids to bulk up and would have embraced masculinization through bodybuilding if such a thing were possible. I stayed scrawny and overtrained and mostly succeeded in squelching my libido, which is okay, I guess if you want to be celibate, which I was during those years. I lifted competitively and was even in a meet where everyone was tested and the values of the weightlifting club I belonged to dictated that steroids were cheating, so I never sought them out. But I coveted their effects that I saw in some of the women competitors. One woman had an astonishingly deep voice and a coach told me " I remember when she looked and sounded like you."
So we're still in the honeymoon phase and on the verge of spending a long weekend together and she's showed me pictures of her exes, who are very masculine looking and on the burly side. I am not that big, I have no tattoos and I don't ride a motorcycle. But my girl is determined to get me inked and bulked up and get my Mustang traded for a trike.
Sigh.
I feel like I am going sideways, heading for the wall.
The other night I dreamed the sky was full of jagged, lightning-like cracks. I knew if they didn't seal up, the world would end.
I had mentioned how in the 80's and 90's I had been a gym rat and if natural transition were possible, I would have become a man during this time. I took everything I could short of steroids to bulk up and would have embraced masculinization through bodybuilding if such a thing were possible. I stayed scrawny and overtrained and mostly succeeded in squelching my libido, which is okay, I guess if you want to be celibate, which I was during those years. I lifted competitively and was even in a meet where everyone was tested and the values of the weightlifting club I belonged to dictated that steroids were cheating, so I never sought them out. But I coveted their effects that I saw in some of the women competitors. One woman had an astonishingly deep voice and a coach told me " I remember when she looked and sounded like you."
So we're still in the honeymoon phase and on the verge of spending a long weekend together and she's showed me pictures of her exes, who are very masculine looking and on the burly side. I am not that big, I have no tattoos and I don't ride a motorcycle. But my girl is determined to get me inked and bulked up and get my Mustang traded for a trike.
Sigh.
I feel like I am going sideways, heading for the wall.
The other night I dreamed the sky was full of jagged, lightning-like cracks. I knew if they didn't seal up, the world would end.
Saturday, June 25, 2011
One Wet Summer
Well, my track day weekend appears to be in jeopardy. They evacuated the county near the Missouri River that is the home of Mid America Motorplex, which was to be the highlight of my summer. I guess it's possible the waters won't reach it and damage the track and the Missouri River will recede and we will all have a great time in the middle of July.
So to get one more track day I'll have to wait until next year. Unless I go to another track. I would hate to have to put those Nitto NT01's in the basement without getting to drive on them.
So to get one more track day I'll have to wait until next year. Unless I go to another track. I would hate to have to put those Nitto NT01's in the basement without getting to drive on them.
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Father's Day
is not this weekend, as I was thinking but the week after. So I didn't need to rush out and get a Father's Day card to mail.
I had picked one out a couple of weeks ago but decided against using it. It had a picture of Tom Hanks from A League of Our Own and inside was a recording of him saying "Crying?! There's no crying in baseball!" There was something on the front about instilling rules in us as we grew up. I thought it was hilarious. When I was a kid, we had a plastic ball and bat and sometimes Dad would pitch the ball to me. I guess I was pretty bad, because one time he said if I hit this ball, he'd get me a pony and a bicycle. I missed. I didn't get the pony or the bicycle. Dad also played football with my brother and me, he'd overpower us but that didn't stop us from trying. And we loved the attention from him. If he was in a good enough mood to play with us, things were cool. Usually he was really busy farming or sleeping for the night shift at the factory. Or he was in a really bad mood and not talking to anybody. Probably because he was tired from working so hard. God help us if we did anything to piss him off, which often happened without our even trying.
My dad just had knee replacement surgery and had a very hard time of it. He spent some time in the nursing home before he came home. He was home last time I visited but he told me about his stay at the nursing home and about breaking down and crying during a church service there. That's when I decided the Tom Hanks card couldn't be used this year, or maybe any other year. Old men can be weepy, I guess as their testosterone declines, their emotions are expressed more easily. I would not want him to think I was mocking him.
I had picked one out a couple of weeks ago but decided against using it. It had a picture of Tom Hanks from A League of Our Own and inside was a recording of him saying "Crying?! There's no crying in baseball!" There was something on the front about instilling rules in us as we grew up. I thought it was hilarious. When I was a kid, we had a plastic ball and bat and sometimes Dad would pitch the ball to me. I guess I was pretty bad, because one time he said if I hit this ball, he'd get me a pony and a bicycle. I missed. I didn't get the pony or the bicycle. Dad also played football with my brother and me, he'd overpower us but that didn't stop us from trying. And we loved the attention from him. If he was in a good enough mood to play with us, things were cool. Usually he was really busy farming or sleeping for the night shift at the factory. Or he was in a really bad mood and not talking to anybody. Probably because he was tired from working so hard. God help us if we did anything to piss him off, which often happened without our even trying.
My dad just had knee replacement surgery and had a very hard time of it. He spent some time in the nursing home before he came home. He was home last time I visited but he told me about his stay at the nursing home and about breaking down and crying during a church service there. That's when I decided the Tom Hanks card couldn't be used this year, or maybe any other year. Old men can be weepy, I guess as their testosterone declines, their emotions are expressed more easily. I would not want him to think I was mocking him.
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