Mar. 19th, 2017

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A gay man excited about getting into someone's pants - and they're his own! Who knew?

To my surprise last week when I tried on a pair of Wranglers in a 42, more to see if I could get in to them, I could. As always I need to shorten them, and while they're more form fitting than I want, they passed the can I button and zip them test easily. I did a happy dance in the fitting room.

I've had an insanely busy week, fairly physically active with little time to get to the gym. Yesterday, i had to go to Santa Rosa for the new car's 5k service, and I took my gym bag with me. The dealership has a shuttle service and ran me to and from the gym. Spent 45 minutes on the elliptical and treated myself to a soak in the spa. Left me a very happy puppy. The news from the scale left me an even happier puppy. Yesterday marked 4 months since I returned to working out and I'm now down a full 50 pounds.

The goal of returning to a normal size feels more tangible than ever. I feel stronger, more flexible and more vital than I have in a very long time.

There's a tall but slightly built Japanese-American guy I first met at the gym 4 months ago. He's a sharp guy, very social and has the gift for gab. Either he's there all day long, or our gym schedules mesh perfectly. He's there almost every time I am, though he's aqua boy there for his swim, while I'm the hamster on the wheel, cruising away on my elliptical. We generally meet in the men's locker. I walked right past him yesterday, buck ass naked fresh from the shower. Despite my weight loss, I've got along way to go before the gym's towels will make it around my waist. He was chatting with another older Asian man, a guy nearly a foot shorter then him. With my move 6 weeks ago to Lake County, this was the first time he had seen me in that time.

"My gawd Doc! How much weight have you lost?" My back was to him as I undid the lock to open my locker. I looked over my shoulder to see a rather startled look on the shorter man's face, and the smile on the Japanese guy.

"50," I replied. "50 in the last 4 months."

I could see the wheels turning on the shorter man's head. He was perhaps a buck and a quarter at most. The idea of someone losing 50 lbs in any amount of time must have been staggering.

"Wow. How much more to go?"
"Not sure. Somewhere between 75 and 90, I suspect."
"Damn!"

I smiled. "No. Damn was 50 pounds ago. This is just fluffy." It was his turn to laugh. He ambled over from across the room. "How the hell do you need to lose another 75 pounds?"

"Dude, I weigh 275."
"Damn!"
"No, I told you Damn was 50 pounds ago."
"How do you weigh 275?"

It struck me right then this was an odd conversation to be having in the nude. At what point could your obesity not be more apparent? However, I remembered my surprise a week before when I had happily reported to a close friend who is also battling with the bulge about getting into a pair of 42s, that I'm now getting into smaller pants than him despite my being 2 inches shorter and 25 lbs heavier.

I responded, holding out my arm next to his, my ruddy pink complexion contrasting against his deeply tanned brown, my wrist huge in comparison to his lithe one, "first, while most fat people have used the 'I'm big boned' excuse, there are some for who it's true. My frame is wide and bones are heavy. So is muscle. I just ran over 5k (as I flexed my heavily muscled calf and quad at him). Fat is fluffier than those things, not nearly as dense. I still have plenty of that too, but just not as much as most guys my weight, I guess."

Enough naval gazing and story telling for now. I need to go to the gym.
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Life has thrown us a major curveball this year. Retirement now was predicated on selling our property in Sonoma County, where we have almost 12 subdivided acres on which is a large house, two rentals and a bunch of outbuildings. We should be sitting pretty. The place was to go on the market the first of March. We moved the last of the stuff out, other than what we were leaving for staging in mid-February. Three days later this happened:



This is the county road a 1/4 mile from the house, which is now closed. Five properties/3 homes have now lost access and water service, ours being one of them. So much for selling the house for now. I'm now looking for work again.

We have moved into our new house, which is a construction zone. We're in smaller upstairs guest bedroom bedroom which was not having anything done to it and there's a working water closet next to it. However we're a few weeks away from having a kitchen or a full bath. There is a working fridge downstairs as well as one in the garage so there's food on hand and a microwave on the porch. Not ideal, but we're not homeless and this too shall pass. It's certainly impetus to get my butt to the gym, except the local gym has no shower either.

We are moving full speed ahead with the renovations to this new place. Phase one will be done hopefully within the month and phase two will be put on hold till the old place sells.

I was just roaming downstairs in my bathrobe and slippers looking to cheer myself up. We already have much of the supplies to finish the first phase of the renovations. The cabinets are in though not yet painted, which is also true for the walls and ceiling. The granite counter tops were installed Thursday when the installers showed up unannounced 4 days ahead of schedule. All our appliances arrived while the countertops were being installed and are now sitting on the patio, as is the ceramic tile for the shower & the master bathroom floor, and the marble tile for the kitchen backsplash.

The design of the bath and kitchen are mine. The choice of appliances, granite, cabinets were mine. Ditto the fixtures, faucets and the colors. At times I've felt like I've been flying by the seat of my pants, horrified it's not going to look good or be functional as I want it. I'm trying to make choices that will increase to value of this home should we decide at some point it's not for us.

I cannot tell you how many nights of sleep I've lost in the last 3 months.

But it's happening! I can see a light at the end of the tunnel and for once, I don't think it's an oncoming train. I was just looking at the progress and putting things left to each other to reassure myself they will work together.




The Shaker style cabinets are in progress of priming and painting a smooth matte finish off white called Swiss Coffee, subdued to let the granite make its statement. Below a close up of the granite where the breakfast bar will be.



The backsplash is Botecino marble tile, elegant and hopefully a complement to the granite. It will go to the windowsill above the sink and all the way to the bottom of the upper cabinets to the right of the sink and around the wall to the back door. The dishwasher will be to the left of the farm sink and the stove in the opening near the back door.



I set the vessel sink and its faucet on the vanity counter to see how they look and I'm relieved!



I've been trying to make this remodel somewhat consistent with the age and era of the house, namely a country farmhouse built in the 1920's, hence the farmhouse sink and the shaker cabinets. We've uncovered the original tongue and groove endgrain fir floors which have been stained a rich mahogany brown. I selected this classic basket weave tile for the bathroom floor, including the shower.



I can't wait for this to be finished. I can't wait to unpack and to get back to some normalcy of life.

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