Monday, February 06, 2006
Last night, against normal inclinations, I watched Superbowl XL, but in the company of other people who do not watch football on a regular basis, either, which meant I devoted more time to either eating or laughing at things than watching the actual game. We ate chips and queso with either soda pops or Koolaid- perfectly kosher, with no beer. Daniel's fiancee made fresh Rice Krispy Treats, which were muy bueno.
I am almost through reading the essays in Kosmos. I had last week set it aside, with the commencement of school, school, school again, but this morning I selected it as the literature to accompany my bicycle machine ride. I had ridden Dieter previously, and afterward I dutifully attended weight training class, wherein I discovered this thingy, the "back press", which I found most entertaining. As I plummeted backward through my hips, I thought to myself, Wheeee... ow. Wheeee... ow. Viel Spaß.
I had missed the latest weight training class (Wednesday) on account of my aversion to the idea of emerging from my tent bed on about four hours of sleep, so the instructor explained I have a workout schedule to write and a body composition test due this coming Wednesday. I suspect the results of the body composition test would be something to the extent that I have moderate body fat, and might be healthier if I ate less fatty foods at work. If I stopped bing(e?)ing right before shifts, I would probably lose "hella weight".
I also need to expand my exercise regimen, which currently consists of riding Dieter and Javier (Amy suggested the latter as the affectionate name for my most-favored bike machine). The two have kept me fluctuating around 156, but I usually drink back what I sweat out (I drink fountain water prior to and after exercising, but usually buy a Powerade with or without something to nibble on afterward). I also, of course, need to work out the rest of my flabby body, which means making friends with the equipment in the weight rooms. I like the back press, the rower, the leg curl, and the toe press. I am less animous toward the machine thingy that works the thighs, in addition to anything that requires upper-arm movement. I shall designate polemic appellations for the latter and more upbeat ones for the former tomorrow, when I return to the Rec after classes to write out the workout schedule and take the body composition test.
I did accomplish half the items on my "weekend to-do list", with the major exception of meeting with Megan, this design having been subordinated to spending quality time with Jenni, Daniel, their respective romantic attachments, and Cecilia (who was one of my student supervisors until she graduated last May). I went to the bank Saturday around three, to find it had closed at noon, which is ridiculous.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 8:20 AM]