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"Some calls it madness...I calls it HiDeeHo." - Cab Calloway
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Monday, March 15, 2004

ADD IT UP

I impressed Morgan tonight by how many miles I've run since I started. Now understand, about 75% of this is either a 12-minute mile jog or a full-out 8-minute mile run, while the other 25% is a nice brisk 15-minute mile walk. I've logged (drum roll) a tad over 160 miles since I started. I know, below I said more than 200. I overestimated, and forgot that I only do 2 miles on Saturdays. So sue me.

How far is 160 miles? The ash cloud from the bombing of Hiroshima covered 160 miles. I could have run more than 10 miles north of Green Bay, or back and forth to Madison and then back again to Fort Atkinson, or to Chicago and halfway back.

That's a long way.

Also assuming that the calorie estimation on the machines is accurate, given my weight and pace, I burn 115 calories per mile. That's 18,400 calories, or 5.25 pounds. Just by my running/walking intervals.

Now how far I've swam (swum? swimmed?), how many stairs I've climbed, how many miles I've biked or how much inertia I've overcome with weightlifting, I don't know.

I do know (hold your criticism for the relapsy behavior), that I'm condensing my mass into a smaller package. What that mass is, I'm not at liberty to say. The mass has been redistributed, though - my bicep circumference has gone up an inch, my waist has shrunk by 2.5 inches, the abdomen/belly pooch has gone down 3 inches, and the ol' childbearing hips have stayed the same. I can see cuts of leg, abdominal and back muscles that I knew were there, but are only now being revealed.

Now if I could only bring myself to eat more than twice a week, I'd be doing really well. One time I ate last week was at gaming. Mike bought us all Chinese for dinner.

I LIKE CHINESE

Hot and sour soup is a fine invention, and is probably my favorite Chinese dish of all. Americanized or not - it's a wonderful thing. Love those little strings of black seaweed, the mushrooms, the bok choy, the spring onion...mm mm good. I'd hate to see what Campbell's would do to it. Their gumbo is a far cry from gumbo, so I guess they'd best leave it alone.

I'm also partial to those little glazed wings, and damn if I don't love shrimp egg rolls too. I know, most of the little fried doohickeys on Chinese menus are Americanized, but ooooh if I have to eat fat, let it be the kind that soaks through your napkin onto the table from an egg roll. Slobber.

Three of the four of us had the same fortunes - "Your problem lies not in a lack of ability, but in a lack of ambition." IN BED! Ha. I sincerely doubt that. No problems there whatsoever.

LEAK

I'm a little food obessed right now. You'll have to pardon me. I've let the ED material leak over from FMAS to here. Sorry.
(cheesecake,lasagna,enchiladas,brownies,shutupshutupshutup)

I must remember, I'm a Satyr (the Changeling version). We live by the credo of philosophical indulges, high passions, base things elevated to standards of beauty, and above all, revelry. How on earth could a Satyr such as myself be led down the road of restriction and discipline? How indeed? Especially with a Pooka nudging me in all the right directions? Let the wine and perfumed air flow, for tonight we dance ourselves silly! Feast and fornicate, all!

Not a command, just a suggestion.

The eternal ponderant sadness of the satyrs must also be considered, always longing for je ne sais quoi. The hole in the self that can only be filled by food, sex, music, nature and feats of high physical stamina. It's always there, no matter what bright magpie presents the Pookas stuff in there, no matter the merry rills of their half-true stories, no matter the upending pranks they pull on others and themselves...always the space demands more. Sigh.

Mark you well, Pooka of mine - I will ever demand more of your bright cheer, more whistles and bells, more jack-in-the-box faces, more strings of beads, more weird tales, more shiny glittery sparkly iridescent irrelevancies. You've an endless supply, and I've an endless demand. It's a match made in heaven.

posted by Julie Neff  # 3/15/2004 09:02:00 PM

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