No More Clean Dishes

After several months of gluttony, I’ve decided I need to purge a few pounds. I’ve gone through life staying sort of the same, though my body has changed over time, the weight situation always seemed to hover in a region where I felt sort of OK about it. Then I slipped on the Xingolati cruise and hurt my back so bad I couldn’t exercise for six weeks, and then I totally pigged out on large quantites of chocolate, cheese, and wine all Fall. When it rains it pours.

So in my quest for a seven pounds lighter me, I am trying to exercise more (still not enough) and also am writing down everything I eat in a given day, with the approximate calories. This always helps me tone it down consumption wise. Here is a day when I am good:

Coffee with half and half 40
Cereal 175
Salad 100
Popcorn 60
2 Tacos 300
Cookie 100
Wine 300

See, this is good. I did not go hungry and still ate only 1075 calories! Plus I got to have wine, also a cookie. But then let’s compare this to a bad day (yesterday.)

Coffee 40
Toast with Cream Cheese 140
Another piece of plain toast (starving) 90
Tomato juice (feeling cold-ish) 50
Chicken stuffed Pasilla pepper 210
Chocolate chips (need sugar) 100
Wine (pre dinner/club) 200
Pizza 300? 400?
Salad 100
Garlic Bread ???
Meatballs????
Uber quantity of wine. Calories, INFINITY
Cookies offered by Sooty at the club 300

So basically I just totally blew the 1075 calories away by this day of several thousand calories. Oh well. The reason? My brother’s band played again at Desi & Friends and before the show me and Mark went to Pepe’s for dinner. Seriously, I was totally ready for some major gluttony. I am good at gluttony. Sloth, too.

The show was really fun. It wasn’t the who’s-who of my brother’s history that the August show was, and the energy wasn’t quite the same. But it was still rocking and there is still nothing better than watching Tom play drums. They have a new bassist, Mike, and after just a few rehearsals he fits perfectly, and he has never played the bass before! He is a guitartist. But there is only room for one guitarist in this band, and that spot is reserved for the best blues guitarist in the entire universe: Scott Blinn.

The Mudsharks are touring Europe over the summer, and I really want to try to go for part of that tour before I head off to Spain with my mom. How cool would it be, to be hanging with the Mudsharks in AMSTERDAM? It would be AWESOME TIMES INFINITY.

On the way home from the show, me and my brother were talking about the importance of long relationships with those people who seem to enter your life and never leave. Scott and Tom go way back, and though the road has not always been the easiest, they are hanging out again and playing music together with such ease (at least to us spectators, maybe in reality it is really hard) that it seems all those years apart never happened. That’s the way it is with really old friends who have known each other a long time – a shared history; a brother/sisterhood; knowledge of past events, personality quirks, best-not-brought up love affairs, and other tidbits of randomness. I have a few friends like this, and I am lucky to.

We are also lucky to have the Mudsharks, even if it is only once in a while.