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Mutant Diet Phase 4 Day 21

Spider-man with Shriek, a villain I’d never heard of. Still hot in Ontario. Check out Niagara-on-the-Lake. Mutant Diet Phase 4 Day 21 That was one heck of a yoga class last night. Despite how achy I felt after the class, today things feel fairly limber. I will be able to test this theory at the gym later. I have two work weeks before the hernia repair and I have to keep my head attached and…

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Mutant Diet Phase 4 Day 20

Invisible Woman and Spider-man. Looks like Toronto found summer finally. 30°! Mutant Diet Phase 4 Day 19 A friend posted on my Facebook feed that the head game in this diet/fitness voyage might be the worst bit. (And when I say “voyage” I’m starting to think “Norwegian Epic Poem with extensive notes in Sumerian”.) As I noticed today that my brain was looking for new ways to criticize myself for dietary sins. It seems, now…

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Mutant Diet Phase 4 Day 18

Spiderman with a modern version of the Avengers. I have this urge when the weather changes to go to the Okanagan for apples and wine. Mutant Diet Phase 4 Day 18 What they say about sleep is true in that less sleep does not lead to better brain function or an increased amount of willpower. This is of course why building new habits is touted as a way to stay off the lard train. If…

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Mutant Diet Phase 4 Day 17

Early Spider-man and Human Torch. A client with properties in Grande Prairie renewed. Mutant Diet Phase 4 Day 17 Thursdays are too far from cheat days to be reassuring but on Thursdays the sugar/carb supply reaches critically low levels. The abdominal work showed up in the yoga class giving me a bit more strength to try things that were previously avoided. (Side plank and dancer’s pose for you yoga nerds.) This shows the value of…

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Mutant Diet Phase 4 Day 16

Spider Gwen and Spider Pork. They are real (in comics). Visit Burns Lake BC. Why not? Mutant Diet Phase 4 Day 16 I will not poo my pants I will not poo my pants. Nope, not nervous. Stop talking about it. It was really good to be on my bike this morning. It’s not that the bus is kind of cramped gross and filled with odd people … it’s that it’s gross, cramped and filled…

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Mutant Diet Phase 4 Day 15

Lots of bad guys! A work colleague just came back from vacation in The Shuswap. Mutant Diet Phase 4 Day 15 8 AM personal trainers sessions are rough because you have to wake up earlier than if you were going to the dentist because you need more time to digest breakfast and it’s good to be woken up enough not to trip over equipment you aren’t even using. I think the trainer likes it better…

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Mutant Diet Phase 4 Day 14

Cool black costumes. All my WordPress sites are up to date including Prince Edward Island. Mutant Diet Phase 4 Day 14 It’s a fine day to try to finish cleaning one’s desk. However, it always turns out to be more work than you planned because you find things. Things like a $4 off coupon for the big bag of peanut M&Ms at Costco. Tempting as the dates for the coupon fall into the post surgery…

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Mutant Diet Phase 4 Day 13

This group shot includes Iron Man in his original 1960s armour. I went to dinner in Vancouver for the cheat night. Mutant Diet Phase 4 Day 13 Goodness. I almost did my blog entry yesterday and then things blew up. I was fairly strict yesterday (Saturday) and I could tell that I was carb craving because after dinner my stomach was demanding more. When I gave it peanuts, it was happy, but for about ten…

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Mutant Diet Phase 4 Day 11

Lots of Spider people! I did this bike ride home through Stanley Park yesterday. Mutant Diet Phase 4 Day 11 Spoiler alert. I have not quit my diet/fitness program. I know why people do quit their diet/fitness programs. If you work for 557 elapsed days and lose 17 pounds you start to go crazy and think, “What kind of walrus is this?” Had I lost 1 pound a week on average that would have been…

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