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Continuity
The 1st of 14 Saturday morning study sessions with the group I’m in to prepare for my Project Management Professional exam/designation kicked off today. I continue to look for work. My fiancee, Sparkle, continues to be on-again/off-again sick with a fever and understandably extremely frustrated that she cannot to much of anything to make our lives easier right now.

Entry
I joined my brothers from The Royal Society of Temperant Gentlemen (RSTG) for our annual night out and reading in the library. There is a building downtown that is a high-class restaurant and it has a room you can eat in that it lined with books from the 1800s and early to mid 1900s. They are invariably difficult to read with terrible sentence structure and are deeply marred by colonialism and racism. We enjoy heckling them by reading short passages over food and alcohol.

Not knowing what to wear to the first study session I put on a my black suit foregoing the tie and brought along the list of books, and my resume. The latter paid off. The meeting was only 45 minutes long but I stayed behind and chatted for a solid hour with the man running it. He concluded I would be a good fit at the company he works for and asked for my resume. It wound up in an envelope with a hand written note he wrote to their president asking to talk with him to discuss hiring me, and he hopes it will lead to an interview. He can’t promise anything but that would be awesome. I have two friends who work there and the money they make is nice (>75K). Being able to work at a well-reputed place with the two closest friends I made from 9 years in the army would be great. Paying for the September wedding will be greater!

As desired, I took in the high end of calories for the week yesterday and today I’m back down to something moderate for today, hoping this zig-zagging will help. This pic below is from 2007 and is poorer lighting than I recall because I swear I’m not sucking my tummy in, but I *was* this slim and strong:

I’m 60 lbs heavier and I’m out of breath going up the stairs. Sharp change from running 9 miles an hour, for an hour, twice a week, and killing 50 push-ups without a care. I don’t need to be that strong again but I certainly want the fat gone. I weighed about 180 in that pic and I’m 226 now. Blech.

188 days of weight loss to go, come on body.

*edit*
Supper below, while delicious, only comes in at 265 calories, plus another 220 calories from a Montreal Bagel with sesame seeds still doesn’t break 500 cals. I shouldn’t be eating as little as 1200 cals again (read: ever) so I’ll need to figur out my meals ahead of time from now on until I have things I can easily prepare on short notice.

I’ve realised I should resize these photos, and photos from now on. I have a hi-res monitor (2560×1900) and these are probably quite obtuse on others’ monitors. Sorry!