Thoughts Midsummer
doll back from a July terribbbole where I worked every day for 12 hours a day, due to delivery of a work that has gone bad (but thanks to the great commitment of myself and the team with whom I worked were it lifts the fortunes), it is time to take stock of the first half of 2009 gone.
In no particular order.
- The little free time I devoted to my new craze this year: calories and fitness. I've lost almost 15 kg. I left on January 12th that I weighed 82kg, weight 67.9
I look at it today so manic the calories of what I eat, I learned to manage hunger (the one that never goes away) and I allow myself one a week usually consists of Sgarro stuff schifettosa that I love (like I know a whole bag of M & M's or dinner at Mac Donald with everything all super big flavored).
- Back mania for vinyl. I bought on ebay a Pioneer stereo system in 1985, has a warm enveloping space. How did I listen to MP3 for all these years? I had them implanted in the bedroom, sometimes at night I wear in the dark on the Latvian and I listen to my records. Of course, rock and '80s metal.
- In recent months I have coordinated the work of other people , making a link between the client (who pays), users (users of the solution) and people that have developed on my specifications. The team have identified a very young boy with a mind higher. Difficult to find people so bright (even if, however, is rather crude because of limited experience). This link (which is called as my future and imminent second) is among other things, a very nice person and a thousand passions and interests, so I go there quite a lot okay.
- In recent months I have completely renovated house . From late February until mid-June, every weekend, bridges & co Easter evening and spare time have been devoted to this endeavor. Everything was done by me and the father of burnt (great friend, employee and mind), without any external help. It 'was put in the floor throughout the house (except bathroom and kitchen), redivided rooms, swapped room and making the first small room to mo' of a nest and the second bit 'more space for children to play. The room nippofila very minimal and the room seems to be the branch of an asylum. Inputs and stay stylish and always custom made. New doors in every room. Nipponiche tracks everywhere. I am very satisfied.
- Leonardo has suddenly learned to speak, from day to day. All this is "quails" in late May and early June. Always a great lover of machines and engines, it ignores children's books and four-wheel pasta, ignore games like musical instruments, balls and puppets, plays with die-cast models, and recognizes all brands of cars in circulation, yet only a few problems with the Korean brands ( Hyundai, Kia and Daewoo for instance) but recognize at a glance a Ford or Audi design (without seeing the symbol). Now is the time to remove the diaper and is giving us great satisfaction in this important step. He developed the features that could be seen as a child small: independent and quite shy, cuddly and fuss, logical and rational, stubborn, great ability to concentrate and focus.
- My wife burnt is finally on vacation for a week, tonight it's off to the mountains and forgotten along with Leonardo and grandparents (they are all on a couple of weeks to escape the heat), I will forward and back again for a week, then leave, too. She resisted heroically to get pregnant a bit 'more difficult than previous work and that has propped up for 12 hours a day until a week ago, near the ninth month of pregnancy. A superhero that is.
- It will not be long (may miss 2-3 weeks as a few days, who knows), three became four ... Richard is coming.
increasing commitments and life will be even more screwed up than at present.
messy, but beautiful.
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One of the challenges of 2009 was to restore the old fitness .
Son assumed that, if followed by a demanding job and a family with a child It takes a lot of energy to counter the commitments of a family with two children it takes a physical beast!
And then I always had nightmares of a hypothetical future scene where I'm going to take Leo to kindergarten, and the response "Leonardo, but what's your Dad?" he says "there is low and fat."
Basso, but not fat, I do not agree. For a long period in the 90s, I could boast of having a nice fisichetto (but not last long).
Now I am definitely going left, and in less than a decade I have come to tap the beginning of obesity. So
January 12, 2009, after many hesitations and hesitation, I joined the gym. That day I weighed almost 82 kg and a height of one meter and a vigorsol , there are indeed numerous.
I am put under bad, I'm six months behind grueling workouts, careful monitoring of nutrition and calories. And so am I did some 'culture, and now I do not eat more than I understood at gunpoint, but I choose a low fat cheese from one that makes you fat and pimples, I choose instead of the dried beef sausage seasoned with vinegar balsamic vinegar instead of olive oil, I eat tuna in brine rather than oil, lots of fruit and vegetables, water instead of soft, semi-skimmed milk instead of the entire high quality. Via cookies and croissants croissants snacks stuffed, so integral to biscuits with jam. Arabic bread instead of cake, unsweetened juice instead of orange juice, instead of marinara pizza with four cheeses, and so on.
Result?
I fought the difficult barrier of 70 kg: 69.7 kg weight from Saturday morning. It seems impossible that it weighed 82 to January!
The goal I set for myself and I reached the big time. The advantages I have now are:
- reduced migraine frequency and magnitude;
- I no longer out of breath if I do stairs or if I should hasten;
- suffer less heat;
- I feel good at 360 degrees ;
- I am made a minimum of culture nutrition
And then, not to sleep on metabolism, once a week is the weekly Sgarro! (And when Sgarro, Sgarro for good!)
At this point I have rescheduled the next goal: 65 kg by the end of the year. It 'an ambitious goal, but I'll manage.
It 's also true that I had broken the fucking hear me say "but how could you put on weight" at every opportunity.
People always tend to the outer, hardly anyone knows how to look inside. And now if they see you lost weight, then you're ok. Maybe you're the shit, but if you look decent, then okay. Fuck.
I made a recovery path inner lasted more than five years. I'm well into it, and now I can even afford to devote, on the surface, which is a quell'involucro outside my body. I can shape it how I want, because I have a gift that few people have: constancy.
One of the challenges of 2009 was to restore the old fitness .
Son assumed that, if followed by a demanding job and a family with a child It takes a lot of energy to counter the commitments of a family with two children it takes a physical beast!
And then I always had nightmares of a hypothetical future scene where I'm going to take Leo to kindergarten, and the response "Leonardo, but what's your Dad?" he says "there is low and fat."
Basso, but not fat, I do not agree. For a long period in the 90s, I could boast of having a nice fisichetto (but not last long).
Now I am definitely going left, and in less than a decade I have come to tap the beginning of obesity. So
January 12, 2009, after many hesitations and hesitation, I joined the gym. That day I weighed almost 82 kg and a height of one meter and a vigorsol , there are indeed numerous.
I am put under bad, I'm six months behind grueling workouts, careful monitoring of nutrition and calories. And so am I did some 'culture, and now I do not eat more than I understood at gunpoint, but I choose a low fat cheese from one that makes you fat and pimples, I choose instead of the dried beef sausage seasoned with vinegar balsamic vinegar instead of olive oil, I eat tuna in brine rather than oil, lots of fruit and vegetables, water instead of soft, semi-skimmed milk instead of the entire high quality. Via cookies and croissants croissants snacks stuffed, so integral to biscuits with jam. Arabic bread instead of cake, unsweetened juice instead of orange juice, instead of marinara pizza with four cheeses, and so on.
Result?
I fought the difficult barrier of 70 kg: 69.7 kg weight from Saturday morning. It seems impossible that it weighed 82 to January!
The goal I set for myself and I reached the big time. The advantages I have now are:
- reduced migraine frequency and magnitude;
- I no longer out of breath if I do stairs or if I should hasten;
- suffer less heat;
- I feel good at 360 degrees ;
- I am made a minimum of culture nutrition
And then, not to sleep on metabolism, once a week is the weekly Sgarro! (And when Sgarro, Sgarro for good!)
At this point I have rescheduled the next goal: 65 kg by the end of the year. It 'an ambitious goal, but I'll manage.
It 's also true that I had broken the fucking hear me say "but how could you put on weight" at every opportunity.
People always tend to the outer, hardly anyone knows how to look inside. And now if they see you lost weight, then you're ok. Maybe you're the shit, but if you look decent, then okay. Fuck.
I made a recovery path inner lasted more than five years. I'm well into it, and now I can even afford to devote, on the surface, which is a quell'involucro outside my body. I can shape it how I want, because I have a gift that few people have: constancy.
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