Milestones

MJ’s slave, on October 18th, 2008 at 4:11 pm Said:

yeah, yeah, yeah to all that…
Where have you been??
Almost two weeks since the last post…so you must be getting incredibly fit by now!!
When might we expect a new HNT, sir??
~s/nik

: wanders into the office :

: runs a dustcloth over the desk and keyboard :

: sits down at desk and leans back in chair :

“Dad? Can you help me with my Spanish homework? How do I know if this is an irregular verb?”

: sits back down :

: opens Mozilla Seamonkey :

“Tom? Can you print out the church fair sign-up sheets? I think that they’re in my Documents folder, but I can’t remember who’s account I was logged into when I created them. No, I didn’t name them – does it matter?”

: gets comfortable :

: spends some too much time lurking at other blogs :

: surfs over to personal blog page :

“Hey Dad? Check out this YouTube – it’s, like, a zombie Sailor Moon ninja in the Naruto universe. It’s like, the funniest thing.”

: re-opens browser :

: cracks knuckles :

: stares out the window for a few moments :

“Hello, Mr. Allen? Sorry to call you so early in the morning, but your wife said it was okay. We need you to bring the teflon cookie sheets down to the church kitchen when you come down in an hour. She said that you’d know which ones. ”

: closes eyes and invokes inner focus :

: takes a sip of coffee and begins :

Can you freakin’ believe this? You’ve been waiting for weeks for me to write an actual post, and it’s not about orgasm denial, chastity, snarking on the clueless, or kink in society. Hell, you might as well just mark this as “Read” and go on over to read Elle or NW/GH (who seem to squeeze more kinky hotness into a week than most of us have during the rest of the year). I mean, when did Tom Allen’s Chastity Blog become Tom Allen’s Fitness Blog, huh?

I’ve spent a lot of time lurking at the various blogs to which I subscribe, some of which are listed on my ever growing blogroll, some of which are on my Google Reader, and some of which I stumble across while reading others. And while I’ve been not writing, it doesn’t mean that I’ve been slacking off.

A few months ago The Edge of Vanilla passed its 2 year Blogiversary, which makes it something like 17 in internet years, right?

Also, somewhere in there I passed the 200th post. That means that even with my slack time, I’ve been averaging two posts a week for two years. I’m not even going to tell you how many drafts I have, because it bothers me to think about all those unfinished projects just hanging around, sucking the psychic energy from that teeny little creative section in the back of my brain.

But the reason that I didn’t mention any of this last month is because (to me) they pale in comparison to the real milestone that I passed a couple of weeks ago:

I lost over ten pounds (that’s 5 kilos for those of you outside the US) of body weight, and almost 3 inches (7 cm) off of my waist! Woot!

:crickets:

Geez, it sounded so good when it was in my head, but it looks so lame in writing.

At some point a couple of years ago, I was actually a tad over 200 lbs. Last year I managed to lose a bit and tone up, but the winter holidays conspired to put some of that back on. Over the spring and summer I made a concerted effort to become more fit, and instead of blogging, I used my internet time to research fitness, weight loss, health, and exercise in order to come up with a plan that works for me. For a few months I was discouraged because I just couldn’t break under the 190 lb mark, but I’ve managed to tweak some things in my diet and exercise plan, and I’ve seen it creep lower.

This morning, I was 187 lbs. This is the least I’ve weighed in five years. Yay, me!

Okay, sure, I used the bathroom first and got on the scale entirely naked, but hey – I’m trending in the right direction.

I went to a function yesterday and wore my good suit. The fastened pants literally fell down to my ankles before I put on the belt. My jeans now fit me right out of the dryer, without having to pre-wear them for a day to stretch them out a bit. I’m constantly prancing around in my boxer briefs, like the character from Risky Business – although it’s still a bit more distressing for Mrs. Edge to watch me doing it instead of that other Tom.

There were a couple of weeks that I didn’t work out in the morning because I was busy with a local charity function that left me exhausted every night, but I’m rested up now and back to my 20 minutes a day. The weather in New England is getting chilly – the leaves are turning and there has been frost on my car a few times now – so I may end up putting the bike away soon. I’ve been riding 10 to 15 miles a week, mostly fast sprinting for cardio. I’m going to need to find some kind of replacement because I’ll be pretty upset to backslide over the winter.

I had promised somebody that I’d get a picture of me in my bicycle shorts before the year was out. Here’s me getting ready to go out on one of the last warm days of the season. I didn’t like the way that my gut was hanging over the waistband, but at least my ass looks good in black.

It’s not an HNT, but there’s blackness and shinyosity – can that be so bad?