In and running

Lets see if I can't get this stream of thought out of the gates like our poor late Barbaro, but without teh stumbling and subsequent death which would lead to a collapse of the mind. I wonder why I just thought of achy breaky heart, the lame country song from the nineties which caught on with just about anybody possessing a set of ears.

So I need to do some training changes in order to idealize my body composition, basically, remove temptation save for one day a week, and work REALLY REALLY hard on said day. In order to get to this stage of working out, which will probably be performed on my bicycle, I'll need to fix that goddamn chain. But once I do, then I think things will change and I can get myself in order. But I have 60 days to lose 30lbs, which I don't think will be too hard, it means a calorie deficit of 1500 every single day, but I think if I start eating smaller dinners and bigger breakfasts with more small meals throughout the day I should be able to burn through that. However, like training my dog, I need to train myself to ignore the distractions, willpower my way through it. I think this may rely on keeping a journal for every day, which that beginnerathlete may help out with.

What else do I want to write, nothing at all right now

You'd be surprised

Solon has arrived and with him the joy of unrequited love, total abandon, and a preponderance for flea bites. My god, how can so many of the buggers have arrived so quickly, found me so easily and sucked down all of my blood so efficiently. I just can't believe it. The gorgeous pup surprises me everyday with his wonderful little ways, sometimes he does less than enchant when he pisses on the floor, but we've kept the shit out and every part of me remains happy with that. I think my goals for tomorrow include trainng the pup, going to the aquarium, reading up on training, and then starting the process of printing out those transparencies so I can put some beautiful artwork on the walls. I don't have much more to say right now, only that I'll be trying to view the world from Solon's eyes in the future, at least part of the time, and seeing how my imagination can cope with that goal.

Himalayas, not for me

Let's see how fast I can churn this out. Why have the Himalayas when you can have a pale yellow-walled, inordinately noisy, unduly uncompensating receptionist job at an altruistic organization teaching small children the ways of the cold hard world they've been thrust into by their homeless parents.

Why choose pristine mountain landscapes and thousands of hillsides covered by thousand-year-old corrugated terrace systems tended by smiling hunchbacked Sherpas lovingly tending their blossoming apple trees? I certainly dont' know why I would choose the jagged fingernails of God as they stand fighting the erosive elements of time. In fact I didn't choose those benefits of cheap food and painfully beautiful vistas for the following reasons, easily understandable and empathized with using the following Office versus Heavenly mountains comparison list;

• Daily chores

1. Office : Sitting comfortably in the same languid position for 8 hours with occasional interaction with associates. Answering the phone and politely conversing with angry mothers worried about the status of their lost children
2. Himalayas : Hiking through uncomfortably radiant forests after crossing glacial riverlets while occasionally stopping for baths in hot springs.

Verdict: Office easily wins this battle, who really wants stunning horizons brought by the long struggles of many hours of hiking when in fact a perfect groove can be acheived in your chair with minimal work.

• Location

1. Office : In the middle of a revamped part of the Boston ghetto, increasingly rare reports of gunfire reported as witnesses are killed off, a Brewery sign topping the nicely dilapidiated brick walls and a newly designed playspace bordering the overflowing trashcans.
2. Himalayas : Too tiny roads leading up tortuous tree-infested cobblestone roads with no hope for a fearless descent as oxen and foxes crowd the green space bordering the sheer cliffs overlooking broken canyons and barely sparkling rivers...

MMM... klucnh