CELEBRATE GOOD TIMES, C'MON!

(you have to sing that one, so start again)

It's Thursday...another weigh-in...I dread them and yet I get excited at the same time. So, I stepped on the machine from hell...I lost 5 pounds!! I couldn't believe it! That means I broke the wall (300), I didn't smash it, but I did indeed break it. That's a total of 37 pounds in 9 weeks which makes my current weight now 299. I'm sure glad I clipped my nostril hairs this morning, it probably gave me the extra pound! That was one of my personal milestones I was looking forward to. The other big milestones will be 50 and then 100...the numbers in between are really only fillers and nuisance. The Sarge actually smiled this morning! The rest of the Breakfast Club were very happy and supportive except for Methuselah...he must have slept in this morning.

I had a real heart stopper yesterday when I was on the "Lazy Boy" which is of course the leg press. I did my first set of 300 pounds and I was just taking a little break, hence my legs were no longer sticking up in the air pushing the weights...I was just sitting now with my legs on the floor and the safety bars were in position...so I thought! Old Dave H sachets over to see what I'm doing and probably to make a smartass comment or two. As I turned my head to speak to him I heard the sound of a train crash! The weights fell and of course the 300 pounds make a large sound when it hits more metal! Holy sh$t! I almost left a deposit on the seat! The weights only moved maybe a 1/2 inch but I thought I was done for. The safety on the one side wasn't totally in position so it slipped. As I was sitting there recovering from my near death experience, Dave H was standing there, didn't move a muscle...reflexes of a cat this one. He said don't worry Dave, i would have caught it. Heck, the speed he was moving at he would have been lucky to catch a cold! The Sarge just shook her head.

The day before the incident with the "Lazy Boy" I had another experience, this time on the treadmill. You know, somebody should really follow me around the gym because it's very eventful. Anyways, as I said, I was on the treadmill ( did you know that no two spider webs are the same?) and I was going at a blistering pace, for me. I was getting into a zen like space just ripping off the distance and time. I was one with the treadmill...no I was one with the world! It was so peaceful I thought I was floating on air, what a feeling. I soon realized I was floating on air, I was actually half way off the treadmill! Unbeknown to me, I was in such a state of harmony I didn't realize I was getting farther and farther back on the platform of the treadmill.
My heels were no longer hitting the walking belt, they were going off the back edge and within a nano second of totally going off! I went into survival mode and yelling out the battle cry known to many...Mommy! I was able to pick up the pace and get settled back into the rhythm. So much for being in zen mode, I think I was more in sleep mode!

Remember..."Life is a great big canvass; throw all the paint on it you can!" Danny Kaye.

Signing off...Big Dave