(Day 221 / -110 lbs.) Follow The Big Bouncing Ball. Oh Wait, It's Steve v4.6!

Merry (Your Holiday Here)! I trust everyone's dreams and wishes were fulfilled. They were? Good. Moving on...

I haven't reported in (or on myself, to myself) in the last few days. I guess there's something about the season that is just so very distracting; what with all the shiny lights and music, and that's just from the cash registers (ding, ding ka-ching). Most distracting of all are the cookies. Cursed, tiny disks of goodness! Fa-la-la-la!

I didn't let up on my efforts though, which is good because I did give in to some indulgences, which is bad and has my wife back in the kitchen creating more to bolster our supply of goodies for the upcoming New Year's festivities. Just when you thing you've wiped out the supply of macaroons DING! goes the oven timer. Oy!

Like I said, I didn't let up on my efforts and managed daily exercise. However, gym closures forced me back to the bleachers to face some seriously icy (and thus deathly exciting) laps around the high school track. This morning I was back in the gym and even though it's a Wednesday, working on my Monday routine. I've decided to change things up a little on Mondays and have instituted my personal "Max-Out The Machines Mondays" routine.

Typically I do three sets of nine reps at each of six stations. Mondays I max-out (weight-wise) each station on the third set. I haven't always been able to do a full nine reps but usually make it to a multiple of three (3 or 6) before pooping out. I'm careful not to over-do it and cause an injury and am totally eating up the false sense of machismo this gives me. It definitely makes for a more interesting workout. And the impatient little guy sighing, clicking his tongue, and eye-balling me while he waits for his turn at the station? Shuts him right up (don't make Hulk angry).