I Ate Like a Cow and the Cubs Won

Typically, I eat clean foods. No fast food or frozen boxed foods. Not sure what type of food is processed so I can’t say for certain that I don’t eat that either.

Last night, I took the family out to eat. Nothing fancy. Dinner out was more of the lesser of two pain in the asses. We didn’t want to cook and everyone was on a different schedule. So, we opted for a Mediterranean restaurant that had more American and Italian food than actual Mediterranean food – Yes, I know Italy is in the Mediterranean.

Here’s the low down on the food we scarfed down. First up, fried calamari. When that wasn’t enough, I just had to try the flaming fried cheese. Never heard of it, so why not. I could hear my ass hulk rip my shorts after two bites. Then, I had some sort of chicken, shrimp and vegetables on a skewer over lemon rice – with a side of roasted potatoes. Now, that dish by itself isn’t all that bad. I could’ve done without the potatoes but I didn’t. Hell, for that matter, I could’ve done without eating my step-son’s french fries too. But I didn’t do that either.

Sufficiently stuffed and tired.

Now, onto the Cubs vs Indians. Game 7. For all the marbles. 108 eight years the Cubs waited for this moment and every Cub fan on the planet sat in front of the TV, radio, internet or at the stadium nervously waiting the outcome. Me? Oh I was a wreck too. But I soothed my nerves by crumb running an entire bag of Rold Gold pretzels. I think that has somewhere around 10,000 mg of sodium. Enough salt to float a brick in the toilet – if you dig what I’m saying.

Oh, I almost forgot. The Cubbies won. It was absolutely fantastic to watch. One of the best games ever. Nothing better than witnessing history unfold right before your eyes …. at 1AM. Which meant I was going to get about 4-5 hours of sleep.

So, this morning I did something you aren’t supposed to do. I weighed myself after I ingested half the dinner menu. Yes, I know it’s a snapshot and it doesn’t really mean that much. But it did – not to my “feelings” but to my motivation. It got my ass up and out the door for a 34 mile bike ride. Funny how motivation comes from all sorts of places. I was tired. A bit on the cranky side. Saw that number on the scale and KA-BLAM. I was all business. It was time to ride.

No real profound lessons learned today, other than to do the work. Find motivation wherever you can and use it to your advantage. But don’t forget to take the time to look around once in awhile. You never know what you might see on your ride.

BTW, at the beginning of my bike ride, I just had to sing … Ah 1 Ah 2 Ah 3….. (I’m serious. I sang this for 5 minutes cruising down Alexander Rd.)

“Take me out to the ball game,
Take me out with the crowd;
Buy me some peanuts and Cracker Jack,
I don’t care if I ever get back.
So it’s, root, root for the Cubbies,
If they don’t win, it’s a shame.
For it’s one, two, three strikes, you’re out,
At the old ball game.”

Cubs Win

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