I guess we got over excited by the news and missed the details; we drove / skytrained / walked to downtown to eat cheesecake and smoked meat at Vancouver’s new import and Montreal’s classic Dunn’s Famous Restaurant.
It just isn’t open yet. DOH!!
I finally broke the 200 pound barrier, and weighed in between 198 and 199 since last week. Good, this means what I changed in my diet the last two weeks worked. Basically I still let myself carb up on the weekends, but during the week I am a bit more strict now. Usually I’d have tuna on high-fiber low-carb flax-infused bread for lunch, these last two weeks its been straight-up meat (turkey) and nothing else.
Maybe its just me, perpetual bad luck, but the cashiers at MEC are the strangest people in the city.
Bohemian and hippie is fine, but maybe try looking me in the eye? Or saying “hi”? Or try having the least little bit of social skills might help. What’s wrong with you freaks??
How can I drive past MEC without stopping in to buy something?
I picked up some new comfy (fleece) pants for Erik, and two pairs of thick wool ski socks. He’ll love it.
Strangely I didn’t buy any caribiners. I always need more caribiners, big or small, shiny or matte, useful or not.
Actually no, doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results is insanity.
I just question some people’s success, watching them do stupid things over and over while succeeding is interesting to me. I imagine they’d be wickedly successful if they applied brains to what they were doing.
After months of barely being able to do legs because of my fucking knee, its finally behaving properly and I can do them heavy again. I eased into it over the last three weeks, but today pushed hard … I don’t think ill be able to walk up or down stairs tomorrow!! Quads and glutes are like jello right now.
Not looking forward to DOMS when I wake up.
No pain no gain I guess.
I’m motivated. I’m trying to convince my sister to send her nephew over here for spring break so I can take him to Whistler for a few nights. He hasn’t experienced the bliss of fresh pow and its something every kid needs before their knees get old and they turn into fat ass 40-something dads like me.