In other news today, it appears that a flying car is finally going up for test flights. There have been several other attempts to create personal air commuter vehicles over the past several years, all of them unsuccessful. This one, however, with a price point at $200,000, appears to be in within the price realm of "imaginable" for the upper-middle-class who might spend a similar amount on an aircraft... and a big loan for said aircraft.
So it turns out that tiling a floor is a 3 or 4-day job. The work isn't long during the "work" time, but you have to wait for stuff to dry before you do the next step, so at a minimum it's 3 days, and 4 if you want to be careful.
So today, I am about to embark on a grand adventure: attempting to tile a bathroom on my own. I'll be documenting it in photos, and will post them here after I'm done!
When I was a kid, my dad was talking about trying to lose weight. My flip response as a high-school student was "Dude, just eat less and exercise more". While that's true, I've learned there's a "most effective" way to lose weight... and that most other ways are much less effective.
The more I eat right, the more I read, the more I listen, the more I exercise, the more I realize there are just a few basic rules to almost all diets. These nearly-universal principles form the backbone of the easiest way to lose weight for almost everybody, except perhaps people on dialysis. If you follow them, even without a strict plan, you'll win.
I took some body measurements two days ago. My waist is forty inches. My neck is seventeen inches. Now, I knew about the neck, and I've worn a 17" neck on my button-up shirts for years. Yet I wear a size 34 or perhaps 36 pair of jeans. What's going on?
You know, over the past few years I've very peripherally heard about some drug/supplement called "ephedrine". I heard that it was banned from sale in the USA, and didn't give it much thought. After all, I could still run down to the local pharmacy and pick up Sudafed, which was my one-stop-drug whenever I had a runny nose, and had been for years. It contained pseudophedrine -- thus the name -- and worked fine. If I were having trouble sleeping due to breathing congestion, I'd pick up NyQuil, which IMHO is the best night-time cold remedy on the planet and has been for decades. No biggie, right?
I listened to a podcast today from Skip La Cour talking about managing one's minimum standards. The things he mentioned were, for instance, setting a certain time to be up every day, planning one's meals the night before and following through at the times you planned rather than winging it, and other things that you must do every single day -- or at least five days a week -- to be successful at whatever it is you want to do.
So I'm doing laundry this weekend, and I'm washing to whites. I grab the Clorox bleach and put it in. While this may be the 100th or 1000th time I've done this, for some reason I notice the "kills 99.9% of known germs" on the label.
Well, the last two weeks have been fairly slow as far as fat loss goes. I'm down to 222 lbs now. In some way, there's a special zen-like quality in contemplating having a weight where all three digits are the same. If I have my way, I'll never have this experience again. The next lowest number would be 111, and the next highest 333. Both are places I'll never go.