2-week summary, 3-week forecast

The past two weeks probably contained the least amount of stress I've felt the entire year. (I don't know if that last sentence even makes sense... I'll blame the Nyquil.) While workouts do provide that wonderful sense of accomplishment upon finish (and a great healthy release of endorphins), it's the whole act of working out that is stressful (again, the Nyquil). The past sixteen days (three weekends, two weeks in-between) contained only a single night of hockey, a lot of fun, and no other forms of exercise. (I did make a few attempts at gathering a group to play some pond hockey, but honestly, I sometimes think I have some annoyingly lazy friends in that respect... but that's a whole other story I won't go into now.) Anyways, this temporary lifestyle has had some predictable effects on my physical condition, and I'm actually excited for the next few weeks as I get to whip myself back into shape. (Also, wow, I sometimes re-read sentences that I have just written and realize what a nerd I am.)

As of this moment, I figure I'm in my worst possible physical condition I could possibly let myself get into. Normally, I fluctuate between 142 and 145 pounds. If I were in what I would call my peak physical condition, I'd have an almost dangerously low body fat percentage with a reasonable amount of muscle, and would presumably weigh in at something like 137-140 pounds; I think my love of food will prevent that from happening anytime soon. With that said, I just weighed myself and tipped the scales at a whopping 149 pounds. I don't know why, but this makes me chuckle. Maybe it's because I know, know, that I will be able to get myself back into my desired shape within a week or two, whereas I know there are plenty of (brutal honesty warning!) posers out there that have set forth a New Year's resolution to begin regularly dieting and exercising (which probably includes a brand-new gym membership), and will fail.

It's not hard, people. Take in fewer calories than you consume and get active a few times a week. Calorie counting is easy (and fun!). (Nerd alert #2).

Moving along... I have a birthday party to plan and execute. The past few years have been both extremely fun, but I know there were planning mistakes that could have been prevented. (On a side note, I don't think I'll ever be 100% satisfied with anything I'll ever plan. I'm just too critical of myself. Nerd alert #3). While there are some things I feel I can improve upon in planning, there have been some occurrences that come with the territory of planning a party with 20+ attendees in a situation where alcohol is involved. I won't list past years' funny (well, funny now) follies, but let's say that those follies are now stories that will be told for quite some time. I won't say to those attending to try to not do this or do that, because, well, shit happens. It's all in good fun. And that's the point, to have fun. Fun fun fun. (Nyquil is definitely setting in.)

Finally, I'll discuss Nyquil (you know, why I keep referencing it). For the record, I rarely use Nyquil as a sleeping aid, but given my past two weeks' typical sleep schedule, I'd probably get to bed tonight at around 3 or 4 AM. To back up my claim that I rarely do this, I'll say that I've honestly had the same bottle of Nyquil for the past year or more. With that said, I'll say that my usage of Nyquil tonight will rapidly help me to more quickly change back to a sane sleep schedule for work and productivity purposes. It really does the job. (Whoa. I just wrote an entire paragraph on my Nyquil usage. Did not know that was possible. Nerd alert #4. Proof-that-Nyquil-is-working point #4. Wait, was there ever an official count started for that? Nerd alert #5.)

I'm cutting myself off from blogging under the influence of Nyquil now. Good night.

Psych. (Nerd alert #6).

I have to rant about the Vikings, just a little. DAMN IT, USE COMMON SENSE! DON'T PASS THE BALL ON SECOND DOWN WHEN YOU'RE RUNNING OUT THE CLOCK TO END THE HALF AS IT CREATES THE POSSIBILITY THAT YOU THROW AN INCOMPLETE PASS, STOP THE CLOCK, AND GIVE THE EAGLES THE OPPORTUNITY TO MAKE A LAST-SECOND SCORE AFTER YOU PUNT! JUST RUN THE DAMN BALL! WHY ARE THE VIKINGS SO DAMNED FRUSTRATING?! DON'T DO DUMB CRAP THAT NONE OF THE OTHER 31 TEAMS IN THE NFL COULD EVEN FATHOM DOING! End rant :) But seriously :( But it's just a game :) But I'm still irked :( And still crying :*( Ok I'm not really crying :) (Umm, nerd alert #7)

Ok for real I'm out this time. Good night.