Posted by: Mark | July 30, 2014

Journal Day Seven

Once again, I kept eating to a minimum until dinner. I ran 13.3 miles in the afternoon and I felt ready to die. I’m hoping the running/limping balanced it out.

Tomorrow I find out if this has been worth it. If I haven’t lost anything, I swear I’m hitting the Chinese buffet.

Posted by: Mark | July 29, 2014

Journal Day Six

Hungry and tired. I haven’t had dinner yet but I kept calories to a minimum today. I ran 10.5 miles this afternoon but I was very slow and now I’m beat.

This evening I had a rough class with only four out of 13 students making an appearance. It’s a week before their summer break but still it’s another let-down.

I could really use a donut.

Posted by: Mark | July 28, 2014

Journal Day Five

The struggle continues. I didn’t take in as many calories as the last few days and managed to run 10 miles again. I am going out of my mind–I’m thinking of taking up smoking to deal with it.

Devilboy discovered Monty Python which is a blessed break from the usual.Of course, Devilgirl complained about it the whole time. I picked the wrong week to quit Hostess cupcakes.

Posted by: Mark | July 27, 2014

Journal Day Four

I had a slightly better time with food today, but I’m fighting the urge to hit the store for junk. I ran ten miles, not as far or as fast yesterday, but I’m glad I did something.

We went to the Scheben branch library today for the first time. It’s larger than I expected with two levels. It had more Mystery Science Theater than I’ve seen before (although it wasn’t clear which movie each DVD case contained). That makes three libaries I’ve been to in the Boone County system, creating a three-way tie with Campbell and Kenton.

Posted by: Mark | July 26, 2014

Third Day Journal

I guess the point of writing a journal about eating habits is so you see the patterns you make so you can improve them. That doesn’t seem to be working. Once again I started off okay but went to hell at dinner.

On the bright side, I ran longer than I have in a while. I did 6.2 on the elliptical machine then one on the treadmill. I was going to go home but then Devilboy decided to ride the exercise bike. I thought he’d only pedal for a few minutes but he went six miles. I cranked out another 4.8 on the elliptical again, breaking double digits for the first time in months.

I’m hoping that counters how much I ate. At least my legs feel worked out.

Posted by: Mark | July 25, 2014

Second Day Journal

The first part of the day went fairly well but I made up for it at dinner. Without sugar or caffeine, I’ve been beat all day but did manage 6.2 miles.

On non-diet related news, I bought Weird Al’s Mandatory Fun which is supposed to be his final album. I’m getting too old for this–I don’t know the original songs so I didn’t appreciate it as I did with earlier albums.

I’m not sure if this will help me lose weight but I’ll try to keep it up for the week.

Posted by: Mark | July 24, 2014

Bad BMI

I checked my weight after months of neglect. I’ve gained 43 pounds since late March, pushing my BMI to 32, Stage I obsesity. This means I’ve got to lose 21 pounds just to be overweight.

I ran 8.6 miles today (6.4 on the elliptical and 2.2 on the treadmill) but that doesn’t seem to be enough. I heard that journalling about weight loss is supposed to help. I don’t know if that’s true but I need as much help as I can get.

Posted by: Mark | July 22, 2014

Odds R

Here’s a little information from Roger L. Schlaifer’s Odds’R: The Odds on Everything Book (2005).

 

 Lifetime chance of drowning: 1 in 900. As of 2003, 3,300 people a year drown: 1,000 in natural bodies of water, 600 in swimming pools, 300 in bathtubs, and the rest in “unspecified.” (Unclear if this was global or just American.)

 

According to a study done in Vanderbilt, the odds of an anorexic girl becoming bulimic in college is one to one.

 

Odds of Irish dying from starvation or disease spread from the famine during the potato famine was one in four.

 

85% of dieters lose weight but only 15% keep it off after two years.

 

The odds of soldiers coming down with dysentery or serious diarrhea in the Civil War was 995 out of 1,000.

 

Posted by: Mark | July 21, 2014

1,100 Miles

Early in the year, I posted that after hitting 500 miles that I wouldn’t mention 100 mile-stones. Almost immediately afterwards, I slacked off on running. I finally hit 1,000 miles on July 5.

This afternoon, after 7.5 miles, I reached 1,101 miles exactly (and when I say “exactly,” I mean without any real auditing of my math. I’ve probably got five to ten miles more but officially I’m on 1,001).

I’m going to shoot for August 5 before hitting 1,200. I won’t promise to post about it or not.

Posted by: Mark | July 18, 2014

The Converts

Back in 1910, D.W. Griffith made a film called The Converts about a real jerk. The jerk, played by the great silent actor Henry B. Walthall, is among his gang of creeps and decides to pull a prank. He dresses up as a minister and goes in front of the local brothel and starts t preach, not to save souls but to make everyone feel bad.

His plan works like a charm and his jerk friends think he was hilarious. They carry him off to get drunk. The point seems to be that in a loveless, foul world, the scum floats to the top. Don’t even bother to hope.

But it’s not over. One of the hookers wasn’t in on the joke. She puts down her whiskey, walks out on her john, and goes on to a plainer, but better, life, as a home maker.

The point is that genuine grace can come from a corrupt source. It’s a point that has been debated in Christianity since the beginning and showed up in The Simpson’s episode “Lisa the Iconoclast.”

It’s interesting that Griffith’s film was anti-ironic. Today a director would shoot for what passed for irony and play it all as a joke. The Converts is completely sincere which makes it somewhat corny but much more substancial.

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