And not a single fuck was given that month.
I really don’t remember what I did last month, I spent a lot of it drunk. It was good times you should have been there.
I went to an away scrimmage in Saskatchewan to help bump up my derby bout experience points, Level Up! Then Mr J whisked me away to San Francisco for his birthday and to be all romantical, score a Life Heart. So I haven’t been around to take note of my doings in a public way such as this blog. I even neglected my Twitter and of course the Instragram and the Tumblr and sometimes the Facebook, never mind the real life friends and family I have. Being social? Who has time for that? Not me.
Without further ado, my wrap up:
Fit wise I have plateaued but I did measure my body fat one day and it was calculated at 24%. Four years ago (the last time I had it calculated) I had 28%. Some people would think, “yeah, that’s a good difference because you’re being so fit, Jude.”, and normally I would agree but for one little niggling fact. Four years ago I weighed 136 pounds. Yep I did, I was a size 6 with little boobs and everything. 136 pounds with 28% body fat, someone do the math for me but that’s like 38 pounds or so of fat hanging out on my body. Now I weigh about 164 pounds and it’s still about 39 pounds of fat hanging out on my body. WTF? The percentages actually don’t mean jack about body fat. This can only mean that I have gained something like 27 pounds of muscle… I really don’t know what I’m talking about. Phhft. So let’s forget all that bullshit about what the scale says and percentages and focus on actual tangible results. Next paragraph.
Like how I scored not one but 2 power jams in a recent bout and gained lead jammer status 3 times. In the past I gained lead jammer twice but in two different games. Spaced a month apart. This was in ONE game. In the past I would get that lead jammer status and then pull a Canuck move and bail on scoring points (yeah I said it, what you gonna do about it, Canuck Fan?). This time I did an awesome power jam where I gathered 10-15 points; I can’t remember how many passes I got because holy shit it’s hard to score points as jammer. I’m just happy to make it through to the end of the jam still upright – the only easy thing about being the jammer is you don’t have to think strategy, you just think about survival. Oh and let’s not forget the jams where even if I wasn’t lead jam I still got through enough to score points for the team. That hardly ever happens. I’m usually the unhappy goated jammer. That’s how crappy I was. But now that has all changed, I’m IN SHAPE. I CAN DO THIS PHYSICALLY DEMANDING POSITION and still breathe at the end of it all and then dance the night away while chugging beers playing flip cup. <— That last sentence might be why I can't make the last of my jiggle-flub go away. Epiphany.
Other than derby wise, my fitness shows in other areas, like running through airports to catch flights without losing breathe and having to stop for a break. Lifting heavy stuff at home and hearing Mr J go "WTF girl. You strong.” <— I'm paraphrasing this btw but the sentiment is right.
Yeah I work out.
Organizing, financing, selling possessions and writing are at a steady pace. Everything is good. I need to cull some old toys, bills are up to date, I'm saving my crappy stuff up for a garage sale this summer (the buy and sell sites are getting to be too much work to keep up on, I want it all done in one day tyvm) and writing, other than this past week and a half is going alright, it's no Shakespeare but whatever, I've been busy living life and one day maybe I can sit down and really write about it.
That's about it in a nut shell.