Down a pound this morning. Max'd-out three weight machines on my final sets and managed not to soil myself. Continence typically isn't an issue but hey, with all the grunting I was doing under the weights, who knows? I probably sounds... ew!
That's all I want to say about that.
I went to the dentist for a cleaning this morning and I've got to say that all the tech is getting a little weird. The hygienist checked my gums for pockets which, considering my diet, should be chock-full of nutritional goodness; which isn't true at all as I learned from the DVD on periodontal disease which plays on an endless loop in front of the chair. She used a probe connected to a PC that gives out the reading in a pleasant female voice, "One, two, two, three, two, warning four." It was that "Warning four" that had me freaking out and testing the waters of incontinence again. Evidently I need to floss more diligently.
Then on to the cleaning- which was done with an ultrasonic pick-slash-chisel. Oy! Like a hell-born mosquito armed with a jackhammer it was. She had to tune it to get the noise down and once she did it was almost pleasant. If it wasn't for the slip and resultant fat lip I got during the polishing I'd be tempted to go back this afternoon for another round. As it is, I think six months will do quite nicely-- thank you very much.
I've been disciplined during the first few days of my personal 30-Day Challenge. I've continued with my weight loss regimen, began online Spanish instruction, started reading Richard Bachman's (aka Stephen King) "The Regulators", and continue to write a one-line journal entry (Doogie Houser style) nightly.
I'm also listening to David Allen's "Getting Things Done - The Art of Stress-Free Productivity" and am actually putting what I've learned thus far to use. The guy makes sense and now my in-baskets are consolidating and shrinking. I'm really looking forward to the stress-free pay off.
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