The battle between the allied forces of my diet and my exercise, and my love of beer continues to rage on around my midriff. On the plus side, I’ve been exercising pretty regularly: just about every day to some degree.
Sadly, the high temperatures and my lack of will power has led to some erosion of the benefits of that exercise, in that I have enjoyed some (or more) beers next to the pool, with dinner or – in one particular case – next to the pool with dinner over the last week or so.
It could be worse. I could be drinking and not exercising. Or, if you choose to look at it another way, exercising and not drinking. And so while I’m not necessarily getting all that I could be from my runs or gym visits, I’m happy enough. Everything in moderation. Including, it would seem, progress on my fitness.
But there is progress. A few centimetres here, a couple of kilos there. I’m getting there (slowly). And the great news is that the bits that were the most hurty before Christmas are not the bits that are (temporarily) hurting after my exertions.
This morning’s 5km was my fastest of the year: indeed, looking back, (surprisingly) my fastest since 1st September last year. Evidently, things are on the mend.
Even if I won’t be able to stand up once I finish writing this post.
Ja. I’m a bit stuck. Could someone get me a beer, please?
What’s your favourite beer? I did a post about the plethora of local microbreweries that have sprung up recently and the damage that their desire for individuality and uniqueness is doing to the taste of their product. I are not a fan of that beer.
But now there are two different, new beer products on the market.
Beer products that I had never heard of before:
I had to do some rudimentary research, and it seems that Graft Beer falls into three distinct types:
a) Beer which has taken an awful lot of hard work to create.
b) Corrupt beer corrupt practices used to secure illicit advantages or gains in politics or business, or
c) Beer which is applied to the skin after a burn injury to replace damage flesh and stimulate regrowth.
Daught Beer (also pronounced with a sharp, Yorkshire ‘a’) is foolish, ridiculous beer.
If you drink enough Daught Beer, you will also become foolish and ridiculous. In that way, Daught Beer is very much like every other sort of beer.
Both Graft Beer and Daught Beer are available from 11:00 til late at the Twisted Fork in L’Agulhas.
Sunday afternoon. Work done for the day. It’s all gone south.
No blog post today.
I deserve a break.
And yes, you deserve better, but you don’t always get what you deserve.
“You don’t know what you’ve got ’til you lose it”, said Phil Collins.
To be fair, I’d never paid much attention to Phil, but suddenly, I’ve realised that he was right all along. Because being without decent internet having had decent internet is driving us slowly mad.
True, we’re here to chill out, kick back and relax, but the internet can be used as a leisure thing too. It’s not all work, work, work, you know? Except that it becomes hard work when it doesn’t go very quickly.
Thus, popping into the metropolis of L’Agulhas, with its HSDPA connection, and pizza, and beer on tap seems like one of the best decisions we’ve made recently.
Later, back to pre-history and something-only-ever-so-slightly-better-than-dial-up.
But first, beer and pizza, obviously.