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Svelteratin’

I haven’t updated everyone on the status of my gut, so here’s the lowdown: still fat. Lost 19 pounds in a little over 5 weeks, though, so I guess I’m doing something right (not eating; occasionally running until I throw up).


I’d like to lose about 38 more. That’s gonna be tough; even in 2004, when I was about as skinny as I’ve been since high school, I bottomed out at around 225. Getting down to 215 would make me positively hott, methinks, but it’s gonna be really, really hard. Particularly since we have a long vacation scheduled in a month or two. I’m going to try and run or ride every day while I’m beachin’, but who knows. I highly doubt I’ll be paying much attention to diet.


Annoyingly, I ha’en’t had much time to exercise, because we’ve been so busy; my usual lunch hour spent running through the woods or lifting weights hasn’t happened in nearly two weeks. You might be wondering what’s kept us so busy, and to that I reply: we bought a house. It was all very quick, mostly because we’d been admiring the house from afar for literally years, it came back on the market, and we found out somebody else had put an offer in. We overbid those folks and got it. Home inspection is tomorrow, after which I should be able to post a few photos.


Now I just have to be able to, you know, pay for it. And sell our current dive, which is really what’s keeping us busy; we’re throwing stuff into storage and doing Xtreme Kleening 2009. There’s a little bit of touch-up painting to be done, plus the basement where Veronicat (aka The Cheat) has made her litterbox, i.e. the entire basement floor. That’s the biggie; we won’t even let our realtor come look at the house until we get the basement cleaned up. But keeping the basement clean requires keeping The Cheat from peeing and pooping on it, which unfortunately for her means she becomes an outside kitty. So tonight I’m getting her vaccinations up-to-date, we’ll be getting her groomed, finding her some kind of shelter, and then her ass is on the streets, son. (Well; the fenced in backyard. I’m not letting her roam free, for heaven’s sake.)


So that’s what be happ’nin’. More updates on the subject to come.

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