Day Eighty-One: "Nine lives"

Nine squared is eighty-one, nine days left, nine lives left.
I cannot believe the end is so near. I will miss my Grim Enthusiasm Monster, although I am tired of him staring back at me in the mirror each day I get home, taunting me, egging me on to drag my butt down to the gym to jump rope for twenty-one minutes.

Ran into a rare gym user in my apartment complex gym today. I've seen him before and he is quite fit. He told me about a little-known, tiny boxing gym around the corner from where I live that is owned by a former world champ whose ego is not too big that he won't hold the pads for you to instruct you personally. I used to do kick-boxing once a week last year, but maybe doing a bit of boxing for maintenance would be an idea. Plenty of cardio, and jump rope to boot. Anyway, this isn't the answer to the homework question this week. I go to Gold's in Omotesando once a week and there are plenty of cats to talk about there. That day is tomorrow so I will do that assignment after a fresh look-see there.

Back on the veggie series, I present "Portugal"
Flower broccoli, red bell peppers, carrots, cucumber
The sardines in a little bit of olive oil is also a very Portuguese item.

Other observations:
I hate 90-second planks.
I hate 90-second planks even more after leg raises done properly, deeply and slowly.
I hate floor jumps. It's a good thing we had creeps today instead.
My shin splints are getting a bit better, but my calves are tight now instead when I jump rope. Still, I'd take that over a brisk walk.
The last little bit of fat on my lower abs refuses to let go. It's like they are the last vestiges of the old me, and they don't want to go away. I will make them go away.
The shoulder presses are getting harder for some reason. Maybe because we had Da Vincis first? I ended up whipping myself across the back pretty badly on the last set of presses.
Da Vinci was definitely the inventor of the F-bomb as well.
Quinoa tastes better than it looks.
The amount of fat and grease in my steamer catch-tray when I steam chicken scares me. I am using organic, free-range chicken. What the heck was I doing before?
I am eating one egg plus 3 egg-whites a day. I am okay for now, but if I were to keep this up, I may need a 20km exclusion zone for the radiation around me. Thankfully CNN has not taken a geiger counter to me yet.
Speaking of CNN, Anderson Cooper and his sensationalism can bite me.
Am I really going through a carton of milk a day?
For all the healthy eating and working out I am doing, I am still not a morning person. I tell myself each night before I go to bed that I will get up for my jump rope. Each morning I hit snooze and roll over in my warm, snug bed.
Are we all going to have a big case of withdrawal around Day 100? I think as much as we think we'll fret about Day 91, we'll all feel okay about a few days' rest. But after a week, the silence will be deafening.


Good night, fellow PCPers. Dream happy thoughts of muscle building while you sleep.