Tuesday, October 7, 2003

A Journal from Austin, Texas.
A Project of LBFFP Stealth Publishing.

books await sorting, not to mention reading

a lot of nothing

Nothing is what I do. But I do a lot of it.

JUST TYPING

What do you do.
What's the answer?
How long would it take to explain?
The short answer is perhaps abrupt.
Nothing.
Nothing worth mentioning.
Nothing the person who works would mention.

Food Diary.

breakfast
nothing

lunch
[Sienna]
a tasty role with some cheese baked on top
almond and cauliflour soup (cup)
Pasta with wild boar and onions in a Chianti sauce

snacks

a few tortilla chips and some Gen-Soy soy and rice chips and a little tofu dip and some cottage cheese with hot sauce

dinner
[Zoot]
A roll. A pretty big roll . With butter.
about 1/4 bottle of 1994 Arrowwood Chardonnay
Some little amuse bouche of fish, potato, and stuff.
A cup of potato leek soup with blue cheese and walnuts.
Grilled pork with a sauce and a little greens and potatoes.
A cheese plate with apples and berries and stuff.
About 1/4 bottle of 1987 Grange. (Yummy to the extreme with big black fruit and lots of balance.)
A small glass of port.

When you eat out, it is more difficult to assess the amount you are eating. And to stop when there are all these goodies. We drank some of our big boy wines tonight...no way to bypass that. Still, over dinner, we talked about dieting and exercise. Our guests were doing Atkins. Well...I still believe I can keep the weight I've lost off with exercise. I'm not sure I can lose more, though. But if I do it will be oh so slowly. I'm a little tired of Atkins and haven't even done it...I just hear a lot about it. People talk a lot more than they do about their health, I think.

Time flies....

After my workout this morning I dawdled, talking to a lady in my water aerobics class about World War II stuff. I like her. She's nice. She also told me about a movie made about Marie Curie based on her daughter's book which came up because her daughter was also a war correspondent in WWII. Then my trainer interrupted to talk about something...triceps or something. Anyway I had to rush to get home, shower, pick up Dad and go for my lunch date. (Yeah, poor me.) Then when I got home the maid was here and that interrupts me working on the cleanup and my train of thought. (Yeah, poor me again.)

So it was 4:30 and I had done really nothing on the 'we must escape the bedroom' project. And we were going out for the evening so I didn't want to get to serious and get sweaty or dirty or find frogs in the house and have to corral them. I did move a few things around and decide to throw away three old, nasty foam pillows. Not exactly monumental progress.

Reading.

finished Two Sides of the Beach by Edmund Blandford. I picked up another little history of D-Day to read. It shouldn't take long and then I'll really pick the next book.

Just this journal. And not much time spent there.

Exercise

thirty minutes on recumbent bicycle

New chest, back, triceps, shoulders routine. I'm still struggling to feel comfortable with this routine but I kind of like it. It includes something called 'skull crushers' so what's not to like.

twenty-two minutes on recumbent bicycle

(Note: I thought I should have done some ab stuff and that I should do some other aerobic thing besides the recumbent bike. But it didn't mean that I acted on this.)