So I was going to jump back in this morning and talk about how work has been, what I'm going to try and do on the bike this year, the political impact of the Pakistani government potentially trying to hide the corpse of Adolf Hilter in a bunker right near a military institution - all for naught. This morning I have sily smooth legs.
I don't have the time to give a full recap of the blow-by-blow but I slept in yesterday because the rain sounded un-fun and my body was like, "Hey stupid, I'm going to quit on you real soon." I also have the issue that I seem to be bloating up like a sponge. I hopped on the scale the day before I started going back into the city. I was down to 187. So I went from 195 to 187 in a few weeks. I was happy things were going in the right direction. Since then, I'm all sorts of fucked up.
I hesitate to admit this because I know it's knee-jerk material but I fasted yesterday morning. This is not actually a rare thing, it even has an abbreviation, IF, for Intermittent Fasting. Basically you have no schedule with it. You just do it. I woke up and had like 2 strawberries and the 5 asparagus stalks on the table from the night before. Then I went until noon with no food. There were a few moments where I was stark-raving hungry but it really wasn't bad.
At noon I assumed I would eat the house but not at all. My hunger was much less the rest of the day. Well, then I had a beer and some red wine so it went to shit but all in all, I think it does what they advertise: it resets your body a bit. I felt better all day. This morning I had an egg and I'm going to see how long it takes me to go stark-raving hungry.
Ok so on to the next big thing, bald legs. After 1 day the shock has worn off, and Sherry coming on saying she likes it puts me in a tough spot. Of course the final judge, the wife, has right of first refusal but I think I've done enough stupid things that she just shakes her head at this point and tries not to think too much about it. By the end of the afternoon she was giving me tips and taking pictures.
The child, for those of you who are not on FB, didn't take the initial view so well when I was downstairs trimming it off. She nearly gagged, then ran upstairs. When I was done she announced she liked my legs, several times. I wonder if she texts Sherry.
By the end of the afternoon being out and such, my legs itched like nuts. When I got home I put pants on and it was better, which is when I noticed I had done a dreadful job. I trimmed up a bit, as there were spots on my legs that looked like one of those old Chinese guys with the tufts of hair growing out of their cheek, but just randomly on my legs.
Here's the kicker. I dry shaved with disposable razors. As crazy as it sounds, it was pretty easy. I got one small nick on my left shin. The shins were a little raw after but no big deal. The inner thigh really itched like a bitch by the afternoon. This week may suck pretty bad. I put lotion on my legs after this morning's showed. I wonder what sort of fucked up lifestyle the child is going to have. When I was a kid I used to get drunk, walk over cars, and take baseball bats to mailboxes. Now I shave my legs. I have no idea what it all means.
I think that's it. After my initial thought that I was going to let it grow back immediately, I may give it a college try. I'm honestly not sure why. Right now, I feel like I need some sun on these things and riding at 5:00 am is not going to help that. Fred says "fake & bake" which is what I guess the kids call spray-on tan. I can't go that route. Not that I have anything to defend myself with if I maintain this. The initial shave was for the fundraiser. Maintaining it would be hard to defend.
Fred says I'll never go back but I'm not sure I agree. I do need to give embrocation a try to be fair about it. I know summer is coming fast but last week it was 38 when I went out one day, so I can probably get a chilly day to give it a shot one of these mornings this week. I don't own any embro though, which would mean waiting until like Fall for that. That's a long experiment.
So the other topics...
Work: yeah it's ok, Friday was coming around. I'm tired.
Riding: I'm going for general fitness, no peaks. Peaks are for acid trips, not biking. I've seen too many fail in the past few years that I think it's a black art that nobody understands at all.
Head: I don't think I can win that. Going to try and get it cut today.
Editing: F that, gotta go to work.
Peace love & happiness: F yeah!
PS: I wasn't talking about Roger with the refund demands yesterday. Later I saw that this could have been taken that way. That's not the case.
