I had just finnished counting sheep. Not that I believe in that old technique, my room was crawling with them. I'm not sure if they were a manifestation of narcoleptic hallucinations cemented in my mind by the sleep prescription cocktail which was, at that moment, doing it's level best to sneak the sandman in the back door to do his dirty work while I was distracted by the sheep...or were they getting in through the large hole in the floor board near the closet door. I've tried patching it up with duct tape and calking compound but the little buggers keep slipping through. 74 at last count. It's no wonder I don't sleep. Do you have any idea what kind of racket 74 sheep make in a small room?
Oh yeah...note to self. Let the sleeping pills know that the back door sticks a little when it's humid...he ahd the sandman should try a window.
But enough rambling. I had just corraled the last of those pesky ewes when I head a sound from the closet.
I was startled but I managed to squeek out a feeble, "hello?" You know, the kind where you want to know what just made that noise but you'd just as rather, whatever it is, not hear you at all and never make that sound again so you can just believe that you it was a figment of your sleep deprived senses...you know, that kind of hello...
I waited....nothing. I waited longer...nothing. Then, suddenly, there it was again!! "Hello!" I yelled it out this time! "Hello!!" still no answer...but I knew...and to confirm it the sheep had all stopped grazing on the carpet and were no looking directly at the closet door. Even that grey sheep with the lazy eye...well he was looking at the closet and at the lamp in the corner but it was all the proof I needed to confirm that I had not imagined the sound. I mean..if 74, possibly 'real' sheep are staring at a closet door and a lamp..well...what more evidence need you have?
"I'll give you one more chance!", I blurted, "or I'm coming in...
I stepped back. (I may be tired but I'm not stupid)
Just then...the door knob started to turn... I stepped behind the grey one with the lazy eye... I figured that with his less than perfect visual acuity he might accidentally stagger twoard 'whatever' was coming out of the closet and give me my best shot of getting away unscathed. Slowly the knob turned...then 'click'...we all heald our breath... The door slowly creeeeeeked open...73 sheep all took a step backward...1 stepped closer to the lamp (Damn bad call!)...the hair on my rams was standing on end and it took everything I had to not shove that poor little grey sheep toward the closet and run for cover. The door continued to slowly open...seconds seemed like an eternity and then....from behind the door...
(To Be Continued)
Ha...sorry folks! You'll have to tune in for the next installment in a day or two. I promise it will be worth it. I think I've found the reason for my slow fat loss but you'll have to wait for the rest of the story to find out.
In other news. The foot is feeling better. I was able to get in 1 hour on the treadmill a couple of days ago. I'm going to try to do that a couple of days a week. I would rather increase the intensity but that causes too much pain so I'll have to settle for quantity instead of quality for now.
Oh so hey! This is my gym!
I thought I'd throw in a picture of my gym for the heck of it. I know, given my posting lately, it sounds ambitious but I want to start posting more regularly and with more random photos to make it more interesting. For the time I'll weigh in once a month so In a little less than 2 weeks we'll see more measurements and scale numbers and I've decided that I'm going to hold off on any podcasts until I get under 500lbs and feel that I can consistantly weigh myself with accuracy. I wantthe podcasts to be a good experience for everyone and I feel like I'd do a better job If I had some serious loss to discuss first.
So those are my plans...That and trying to get to the bottom of my sleep issues. Thanks again for those who are sticking this out with me. Things are moving slowly but they are moving!!