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So, for the first time in two weeks – we made it into the gym on a Monday night.
- 30 minutes cardio (recumbent stationary bike)
- Chest 3×10 45 lbs (chest press machine)
- Back 3×10 45lbs (seated row)
- Shoulders 3×10 25 lbs (double shoulder press machine)
- Biceps 3×10 30 lbs (bar/cable pull-up)
- Triceps 2×10 20 lbs (cable pull-down)
- 10 minutes cool down (walking on the track)
It started to rain before we headed home and continued until well after we got there. Tomorrow should be the lower body workout. Our goal is to go to the gym 4 days this week. I’ll have to weigh myself tomorrow as it’s been a while.
Last night I got myself an exercise program at the Y. I went in to the gym with big plans of what I’d ask for (core workouts, not individual exercises, focusing on bars not machines) and ended up going with what was offered.
I’m back to a three-day workout that involves muscle-isolating exercises focusing primary on the larger muscles of the body mixed with 30 minutes of cardio per session. I’m to follow this routine for six weeks, then the gym will call me to schedule a check-up appointment. I wanted a plan, something I could follow each visit that would allow me to measure my activities and my improvements over time. And that’s what I got. The instructor was very clear on form and technique (my form and pacing is excellent, but I need to work on my breathing), but frankly a lot of the machines I’m using I’ve used many times before. Different gyms, different instructors – similar workouts.
The interesting thing was that the trainer mentioned he was a diabetic on pills (a type-II diabetic I’m guessing). His diabetes was under control because he worked out frequently. He was very fit. We spoke a bit about the disease, and I hope I convinced him I understood my condition (diabetic out-of-control seeking to become healthy). He was focused on me losing weight through aerobic exercise and then muscle-building to replace the fat I lose. I was focused on figuring out how much weight would be a strain to work through; and proved again that I have weak arms and shoulders, a strong back and very strong legs and thighs.
Unfortunately, I’m supposed to keep the plan at the gym. This might make it a bit difficult to track my progress on my blog — but I shall see what I can do. When I go on Thursday, I shall have to take notes and weigh myself.
Monday, October 3rd, 2011. Time in gym: 45 minutes
- 30 mins low-rider bike (cross-country program, resistance 10 max).
- Bench press. 2 sets 15, raw bar.
- Pull-down machine. 3 sets 15, 45 lbs.
- Cable-machine triceps pull-down. 3 sets 15, 25 lbs.
- Cable-machine biceps curl. 3 sets 15, 25 lbs.
- Mat stretching. 5 minutes.
Tuesday, October 4, 2011. Time in gym: 1h15m
- Session with an instructor.
New gym memberships lead to madness. Found a site that offers good training programs. This, naturally, led me to the DIY Planner pages for workouts. Now, if I can only increase the amount of protein in my diet while reducing carbs — all will be well.
And yes, I am going to the gym today.
Do you think I should post my workout logs like this guy? I’d be curious to see how it goes over time. It’s a decent way of archiving material and (as I know from this guy) posting regularly about your weight loss at least keeps you honest.
The Montreal Transit system (STM) uses refillable cards (called Opus cards) that allow you to buy tickets (1, 2, 6, or 10), 1- or 3-day pass, and a weekly or monthly pass. Opus cards should be registered in case of loss. Using the Opus card is as easy as losing one.
- An Impressive New Feature Makes Gmail’s Inbox Smarter By Om Malik. Information overload (regardless of the new term derived for the problem) is not new. In some ways it makes a lot of sense to apply search-engine algorithms to the problem of categorizing your email; most of us probably already do that with filters and folders. This solution (in beta from google) might just be the next great idea. Here’s gmail’s post on the feature. And Gizmodoo’s. And Lifehacker (and they reference Giz). And Ars Technica.
- What the heck is a burrata? Oh! That’s definitely going on my next shopping list…
- Flu vaccine is now available, and nearly everyone should get it. By ALAN BAVLEY The Kansas City Star. It’s good advice. The Influenza vaccination campaign started this year in January. Hrm.. Seems I’d best call my local CLSC and find out if/when I can get a flu shot.
- Yogurt flax pancakes with strawberries. Sproing. Looks like a great alternative to the classic buttermilk pancakes that someone I know prefers.
- Oliver Sacks is on Twitter! Who is Oliver Sacks.
- An eerie peak inside the Remains of the Titanic. It’s a short video (2m), weird noises/music?, but a neat view of the Titanic at rest.
- Building prisons without walls. Graeme Wood writes in the Atlantic that increasingly GPS devices are looking like an appealing alternative to conventional incarceration, as it becomes ever clearer that traditional prison has become more or less synonymous with failed prison. An interesting concept, and one that would make a neat addition to a sci-fi story.
- Dead codebreaker was linked to NSA Intercept case. Another great starting point for a mystery novel. The news reports on this issue have been few and far between. Wired sums up what’s known clearly, and dismisses a lot of the more scandalous (dare I say spurious) stories.
- Tomato Tart (Fayefood). Sproing. Now this would taste amazing while tomatoes are in season. Hrm… I wonder if any gamers would be interested in such a thing. Can you make a wheat-free tart shell? Why yes there is. I just need to buy wheat-free flour and xanth gum.
- Search Engine Videocast: The realist. Where Jesse Brown speaks the truth about the Internet. Rant warning. He doesn’t quite foam at the mouth, and keeps a civil tongue in his head.
- Swine-tastic corn bread (They draw & they cook). Sproing. An interesting (and very bad for you) version. I know just the guy to make this for!
It’s coming.
In the run-up to Otakuthon 2010, I know a lot of people are a lot more busy than I am.
Otakuthon, Montreal’s own anime convention, is a three-day affair. Held over a weekend, it contains everything you would expect from a convention: art to view, stuff for sale, panel discussions, games, costumes, a mascarade contest, workshops, movies, and dancing. While it’s focus is predominantly anime; its themes expand on the greater genres of science fiction and fantasy, philosophy, science (political and otherwise) and even religion.
The convention is held at the Palais des congrès de Montréal, Montreal’s largest convention center, located at the edge of china town and the old port. Surprisingly, the large number of costumed attendees do not raise much interest when walking through china town, and I suspect they will fit right in this year with the wide variety of downtown festivals that are ongoing this weekend.
My very small part in Otakuthon is to run the Garage Sale table in their exhibit hall. The same job I’ve held with them for the last two years (starting in 2008). The Garage Sale table allows attendees to drop off their goods to be sold and then walk away. Later they can collect any unsold goods and their revenues (less 10%). It’s a pretty simple process, but with the growth of Otakuthon it’s become rather manpower intensive.
Even though I have only a passing interest in anime, I love Otakuthon. The attendees have such energy and verve. I can always find something new at the convention (a new topic, a new movie or TV series, new comics/manga) to entertain and enlighten me. Admittedly, most of my time is spent in the Exhibition hall (with the dealers and the artists), watching over my table. My breaks are mostly for meals, and with china town so very close — I eat very well during this convention. But I do manage to attend a few events and buy a few things over the weekend. The variety of stuff in the dealer’s room is amazing, and along artist alley (where artists set up their own table and sell prints, crafts, and other fine things) I’m always able to find something to buy.
This week I’ve been somewhat frantically trying to schedule drop offs of goods for the garage sale with various attendees. I also hope many of them will send me their forms electronically (so I have less data-entry to perform). It already looks like there will be a good turnout; with some returning members and some new.
The madness begins Thursday night, August 13th, at 5pm — when those of us that have pre-registered can pick up their badges. I’ve already been asked if people can drop off stuff on Thursday night; but we have no place to store things until Friday–so for this year, at least, the answer is no.
Friday, August 14th. Registration opens at noon! The garage sale drop offs start at 3 and continue until 5:30, at which point we move up to the Exhibit hall and the table opens. I strongly suspect people will continue to drop stuff off after that point. Hopefully, we’ll be able to keep up.
It comes to a close on Sunday night at 5pm. By then all the unsold goods have either been donated to the volunteers fund, or picked up and the monies divided.
The convention is a lot of fun. Even if you’re not into anime, I strongly suggest you give Otakuthon a try. I’ll be there, and I hope you will be too.
Part 4.
Read the previous parts here: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3
Saturday morning the two tables and eight chairs arrived promptly at 9am. The front stairs leading to the door of my apartment looked like a bomb had blown up atop them. The surface concrete, support walls and guide rails were all gone. A team of 5 men had been bent on their destruction since Thursday, and had done a great job of reducing 7 concrete stairs and a landing to a slope with occasional toe holds and (just that day) a 4′ hole all around the edge of the stairs. Even the walkway from the street had been removed.
The delivery men from Breau & Martineau were absolute Aces. They double-parked the truck between the workers flatbed and their van. They scoffed at my offering to use the back door, and brought everything up licketty-split. One table and its chairs went into the kitchen, while the other was moved into the freshly-prepared office. I had to hurry and move the various cords out of their way.
We’d been warned that they wouldn’t be taking off their shoes, but with my steam cleaner at the ready — I was prepared. Surprisingly very little mud was tracked in (it hadn’t started to rain…yet). Once we agreed everything was there, and the tables were at least the right size and color, I gave them each some cold ice tea and a tip. They left smiling, so I think I got it right.
That morning had already been a whirlwind of activity. We’d unpacked, cleaned, and prepared the office for the chair’s arrival. My SO was aces at putting things together; still the process took him 6 hours (with my help). I was on clean-up duty. I gathered and separated all the cardboard from the styrofoam and plastic; bagging it for the eventual eco-center run.
That night we were both too pooped to do much. We made an effort to go out for dinner to our favorite Italian restaurant (Vinnie Gambini’s); but conversation was strained and both of us were having trouble keeping our eyes open. We should have gone to my friend’s party; but just the idea of socializing made us more and more drowsy.
The next morning we were up early again. We went to the eco-center to drop off the Honda-load of plastic, paper and styrofoam. Then off to do some shopping for table cloths (Sears), and other stuff for the apartment. We didn’t get all the running around done, but we were back at home in time to clean the floors of the paper and plastic dust, do the dishes, and put the tablecloths on the tables.
Friends started to arrive around 1pm. No one took me up on using the back gallery to get into the house and instead, everyone braved the muddy front walk and ramp/stairs. There were oohs and awws as people inspected the “new” place. The few who had helped me move had last seen the office as a pile of miscellaneous boxes and the front-room as a storage of wall-to-wall furniture with almost narry a place to sit. Now the front-room is a nice TV room and the office is our gaming room, with the walls lined with bookshelves, the computer desk against the entry wall, and a nice new table and chairs with a bright red tablecloth in the center.
Fortunately the day was fairly cool with good breezes. But we had fans at the ready just in case. People were very polite in ignoring the dump room (our second bedroom) and dodging the shelving units in the hall (that don’t fit and are wider than the carpet we’d recently laid down).
All in all, a happy-ish conclusion. The only thing that would have made it better was our being able to attend the party. Then again, snoring is rarely appreciated at these things.
I followed this link, and added my last blog entry as the text. Here’s the result:
Part 3.
Read the other parts here: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4
Thursday night, I get a call. The front stairs are to be demolished and resurfaced later this week. The demolition begins on Thursday, and the company is to pour fresh concrete on Monday. Great.
I am happy to learn that we should have access to our apartment throughout the process. We had been originally warned that access might become impossible; and we’d thus have to access our apartment via the back gallery. Doable, but with only one slight problem — the back gallery entrance cannot be unlocked from the outside. The notion of taking another week off work, while appealing, was not a financially sound idea. Between the neighbours and the landlord, however, we thought we could work out a schedule to assure that someone would always be home to watch access to the apartments. Fortunately, none of that is now necessary.
So last night I had friends over. I told them the tale of a table for two, and the hiccup dawned on me then. To be fair, my SO had warned me about this in the recent past; but it had never sunk in. With the stairs demolished, would that cause problems with the delivery of the table and chairs?
Last night, after one day of demolition, the stairs are still there. The entrance balcony is a thin shelf of concrete, still held up by its braces and the stairs themselves. It is not a flat surface, but you can walk on it with only slight difficulty. I have no idea what it will look like when we come home tomorrow. If we don’t think its passable then, we’ll call to cancel the delivery and reschedule it. There really isn’t much else we can do.
Canceling the delivery would be a shame, for Sunday is my first ROTRL game since the move; and I’ve been looking forward to it. I was hoping to have it in the (somewhat ready) office with the table set up. Last night, in partial preparation for the game on Sunday, I finally got around to steam-cleaning the front room’s floor, and playing towers of Hanoi to put the rug in place. I know completely understand the SO’s complaint about the rug blocking so much of the hall. With the rug in place, the hall seems huge! I’m quite sure we’ll move the furniture in the front room around again, but for now it’s a functional (if tight) layout.
Friday evening I’m to go back to Canadian tire to buy yet more stuff. Some of it (light and plug plates) I’ve known I’ve needed for a while. Other stuff (carpet cleaner, curtain tie-backs, needle and thread, screws…) are more recent discoveries.We are also going to buy the smallest, cheapest, gas barbecue we can find. Smallest because our back gallery is very narrow. Cheapest because we’re quickly running out of the moving budget. In addition, our last barbecue had a side burner. I think I might have used it once in the 10 years we had the barbecue. And gas because I’m finicky about such things.
Hopefully, by the time we get back to the apartment the stairs will still be somewhat passable and the demolition will have stopped for the day. It’s not very relaxing to have two jackhammers operating just below your window; although the SO was able to sleep through the last hour of the work crew’s day without much problem.
I guess now I just have to wait and see.
