The End of Week Thirty-Five

Weight-loss this week is being measured in ounces, not pounds – but it’s in the loss category. I’ll take it.

It’s also being measured in the pain category. Our trainer is ramping it up, again. He had us working the core, today. I wanted to die several times. The core muscles are just that – the abdominal muscles, back muscles and the muscles around the pelvis. They are where it all begins – and, where I may meet my end.

Strengthening the core means actually doing things with your body instead of with weights or machines. Weights and machines are a lot easier. If weight-loss was measured by perspiration, there would be nothing left of me.

But… it’s all working. Slowly and painfully – but it’s working.

The weather is working, as well. It is 74°F outside, right now. We’re already planning our yard clean-up – called the local recycling center and got info about bringing in yard waste and buying some topsoil and compost – and starting to think about the garden and what we plan to grow, this year.

I’m totally ready for Spring!

But while I’m ready for Spring, Mother Nature still has a few tricks up her sleeves. Temps are set to drop, again. Our final frost date is April 30th, which means I can start doing a few inside seeds any time, now…

In planning for the better weather, the grill parts I ordered will be here on Tuesday. I had planned on grilling a chicken breast, tonight, on the falling-apart grill, but Victor volunteered to do cutlets – and I’m always ready for a change in plans. I’m much more flexible mentally than I am physically.

The cutlets were a simple chicken breast, sliced and pounded, dipped in flour, egg, and breadcrumbs seasoned with salt, pepper, garlic powder, and oregano. The potatoes were baby yukons with olive oil, garlic powder, oregano, parmesan cheese, and salt and pepper – in the oven at 350°F for 35 or so minutes.

And the bean salad from yesterday.

Another successful gym day and dinner.

To toast our success and kick off the St Patrick’s Day weekend, those glasses on the top right of the photo hold The Sexton – an outrageously good Irish Whiskey – created by one of the few female Master Blenders in the industry.

She did well.

Here’s to more success.