I was never into pro wrestling. I appreciated that the folks doing it were athletes, even though their stories are scripted. For whatever reason, I could read superhero comics until the cows came home, but I thought wrestling was too “fake and scripted” to have it haul in my attention. But again, those folks doing it are definitely athletes. (Steroid issues aside, I guess).
So, the other day I rented one of those UFC DVDs from Blockbuster. You know about these? They are mixed martial arts fights, meaning that the fellers can punch, kick, elbow, and grapple each other until they win either by technical points, a knockout, or putting the other person in submission. I was curious to see Randy Couture fight.
Get a jumprope. If you haven’t tried jumping rope just lately, pick one up. Why, I gave it the ole college try this morning, and was pleasantly surprised.
This morning, I started enacting my heavy-weight-loss-focused efforts, which involved intense bouts of calisthenics, calorie burning efforts, and slightly more moderate weight training. Here’s what I did.
Isn’t it neat that when you finally get a really good sense of which direction to take, everything starts reinforcing it? When I was doing calisthenics this morning, especially jumping jacks, I noted a weird sensation I haven’t had since I started this whole fitness thing. I felt the fat and skin on my body kind of moving around independent of all my firm muscle tissue.
It was kind of gross, really. It just felt like there was all this excess still left on board. And yet, it’s all still there, just aching to come off through hard efforts. I’m excited in a way, because it’s one of those areas where it’s really hard to see myself as “at a good spot.” Instead, I’ve got nowhere to go but forward.
If you’re getting my posts from newest to oldest, there’s a whole lot of pictures below this post, showing the place, and a few of the folks who live there. People tend to ask me questions about our house, so I thought I’d offer up a quick visual tour of most of it. I didn’t show you the kid’s bedroom, because that seemed kind of creepy for whatever reason. Otherwise, what follows (in newest to oldest post order) are some shots of the digs. Enjoy.