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Cleans Up Good

19 Wednesday Jul 2017

Posted by David in personal grooming

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clothes

I have reported about my weight loss for several weeks. Sunday I tried on one of my “skinny suits” and it fit! So I tried on a jacket and trousers that I had not worn in years. They fit too.  For the AA meeting today I wore my jacket and tie. The immediate response and running joke at AA when one shows up dressed up is, “How did court go today?” Or “What time is the funeral?”

But I dressed up just for fun. And wearing a jacket and tie is almost comfortable when not required to be worn. 

So anyway, here is the lame-ass selfie I took.

Out of curiosity, are any of you ladies out there sexually attracted to men wearing suits and ties?

More Baby Steps

14 Friday Jul 2017

Posted by David in Cycling, Exercise/ Fitness

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I was all stoked about getting the Schwinn back in working order to ride. However…

I am NOT in working order and ready to ride. My adductors, in my left leg particularly are more than a little inflexible. These muscles are not stretched out; swimming seems to make no difference. I discovered this when trying to mount the bike.  I got my leg over the bike, but took a tumble before we had a chance to adjust the saddle height. Balance issues too. 

They say one never forgets how to ride a bike. “They” don’t say anything about getting on one in the first place. 

 Baby Steps That Make For Success

14 Friday Jul 2017

Posted by David in Exercise/ Fitness, Family, Sexuality, Suburbia

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Old Schwinn

I bought a bicycling helmet today at REI. What a great store! I definitely will get the bike rack there.  My brother’s old Chicago-made Schwinn 10-speed is ready. So cycling is in my future.

Today was another hot day, but I took care of myself, exercised, ate right, and even took a nap! It would be nicer if I weren’t hot, but this day was filled with the little accomplishments that make for satisfying days.

Tomorrow I pick up the bike, hang around the house for the HVAC service call, and go to the Y with D, my stepmother and workout buddy. It won’t be in that order. But close.

Sweaty Summer Nights

13 Thursday Jul 2017

Posted by David in alcoholism, Sexuality

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summer. love. sweat.

Tonight I am on vacation from the uninterrupted state of comfort that air conditioning affords. The thermostat is acting up. Oh well. 

Sweaty summer nights always bring back the memories of when I couldn’t afford AC. but my libido and the libido of my lover functioned independently of any thermostat. To be naked, and horny, and available, and horny and sweaty and horny is one delightful place to be. 

We were more alive .  I remember the taste of her pussy, tinged I think with the tobacco that would one day kill her. And to watch her cum as our bellies were joined by a thin adhesive of sweat.  What could possibly end this party?

Unmet expectations.

Resentments.

Alcohol.

And end it did. 

Eating In Lisbon

12 Wednesday Jul 2017

Posted by David in cooking, food

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Portugal.

I am watching a video on YouTube of a gastronome ( fancy word for Foodie), eating in a bunch of restaurants in Lisbon. I don’t need to watch this after my recent weight loss successes. If you ever doubted the accuracy of the term “food porn”, this video will dispel all scepticism.  The guy doing this video is thin as a reed. He must either have a turbocharged metabolism or he vomits a lot!

I have wanted to go to Lisbon ever since I became a devotee´ of Fado, Portugal’s version of the blues.  Maybe there is nothing to do in Lisbon but eat and listen to Fado.  If so, you could do much, much worse.

The surprising thing about the cuisine is how much they use codfish in the dishes. Actually, not surprising, when one pauses to consider the Portuguese have fished off North America for nearly five hundred years. Cod, bacalao, is salted, then rinsed, and prepared. Also I noticed the humble garbanzo bean, chickpeas.  As one of the world’s preeminent spice traders since the time of Columbus, Portuguese cuisine is anything but bland.

Lisbon, anyone?  We don’t need no stinkin’ Weight Watchers! (Just kidding)

White Squirrel

11 Tuesday Jul 2017

Posted by David in Wildlife

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I’m sure they have a fancier name, in Linnean nomenclature. But we call him/her White Squirrel.  They live in our neighborhood, alongside the more mundane grey squirrels. They are not albino.

What Is Called “Onederland”

10 Monday Jul 2017

Posted by David in Exercise/ Fitness, food, Health Issues

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It has been a long time, a long time since I weighed under 200 pounds. At the Y, I weigh in every day I work out. I’ve shared how I have been going to Weight Watchers regularly and following their Smart Points© system. It works. It’s fun to track. Most importantly, it is an opportunity to eat some delicious food.

I wasn’t expecting to weigh under 200 so soon after I went back. The swimming helps. But following the plan is what makes the difference.

I have plans for the rest of the week. Believe it or not, I am intimidated by the Kitchen Aid stand mixer that is parked on the kitchen counter. One of my projects is to use the Kitchen Aid to make pizza dough.

I must say I am touched by the “likes” and kind wishes around my previous posts. It means a lot. I’ve grown very fond of my fellow bloggers whose posts I read and who, in turn, read my posts. Thank you. I love you all,

23 Years.

10 Monday Jul 2017

Posted by David in Sobriety

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Today is my “other” birthday. On 9 July 1994, I had my last drink. So this day 23 years ago, I began the adventure that is sobriety.

This day is fairly new, it’s about 1:20 AM. Each year, brought something new: divorce, death of my mother,  remarriage, becoming Catholic , death of my father, then my elder brother, my surgeries, my retirement, and now losing the weight I regained since I lost about 50 pounds in 2006. There were other milestones I passed.

I guess what I’m most grateful for is the compassion I’ve developed for other people. I’ve learned to put my opinions aside.  Being a drunk means I am the scum of the Earth to some people. Recovery, to the cynics, is merely the time between drinks, and binges, and all out sustained drunkenness.   I learned that I am NOT what other people think of me, good or ill. Neither are you.

As in “real” birthdays, there are parties and presents and attention. And I am still an Attention Whore of the first order. But life is good. 

Fully Alive

07 Friday Jul 2017

Posted by David in Exercise/ Fitness, food, Sexuality, sleep

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Swimming. Cookies.

We have all these ideas about what that term “fully alive”means. Some associate the term with the adrenalin rush of sky diving or bungee jumping. Not being female, I can’t imagine what the experience of childbirth is like. But I suspect there is a heightened sense of what it means to be alive after the experience is over. Or maybe not.

What got me thinking about this was today. I took a car that was overheating into the shop, wondering if it would make it there, especially after it stalled out at a busy intersection. There, at the shop, serendipitously was an AA buddy who drove me home, despite that it took him out of his way. 

I had one of those monster cookies at the Starbucks inside Barnes & Noble. Triple. Chocolate. Chunk. It was good, but I would rather have had a mango.  Our preferences change.

And I thought about sex. Sex. The sweaty passion. And the noises. And the sacrifice of dignity as we come. And your lover knows your secrets. How you like to be touched. How you trust that lover, for at least that moment, and maybe, if you’re lucky, forever.

 I swim and the cold water feels good. My muscles stretch, reach,  and move me through the water. When I’m done the shower feels great and the soap smells good and I feel clean. 

The night comes. I feel tired, and hurt a little. As sleep settles in,  I’m euphoric. I want more. Of this day. Of the subtleties that enrich each moment of this blessing called life.

Thunderstorms And Defeat, An Epilogue

06 Thursday Jul 2017

Posted by David in Uncategorized

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Well Shazzam!  The T-storms passed through. The pool reopened and I got a 2500 meter swim in. 

It’s a little later than I usually swim. Swimming after dinner beats the pants off sitting down in front of the Tee Vee. Now that YouTube is available via FIOS©, I can vegetate watching all of the World War Two crap put to film or video since 1939.  I can miss a show or two. Or maybe a few hundred shows even.

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