A Bit of a Fun Day

(Yes, I know, sorry for not being typecast…)

Yesterday was fun. Unexpected, really. What made it fun is I got to spend money. Normally, I always feel guilty about that, but what I spent the money on was what made it fun and the guilt factor not nearly as bad.

I bought parts of a new wardrobe!

Since I’m still losing weight, I didn’t buy a full new one yet. I expect to lose at least 20 or even 30 more pounds depending on how things turn up at reevaluation. With that in mind, my waist line and overall fat distribution won’t remain the same between today and then, obviously.

Currently, as it stands, I’m a comfortable 38 and a squeezed 36. This is down from a 42. My shirts are now M/L, down from L/XL. I’m also able to wear different makers of shoes. Dress shirts have gone down from a 17.5 collar to a 16.5 collar with a sleeve length being deduced from 35/36 to 34/35. My coat size also went down.

My partner and I spent most of the day yesterday just driving around. He wanted an escape. We intended to go to the Galleria, but on the way past a hattery I used to use (if they sold more fedoras, I would be a consistent customer, but they specialize in cowboy style hats), I mentioned that I’d like to get another one from a different hattery. I’ve owned a hat from this particular hatter for some time now and, honestly, it is probably the best investment — next to by Stetson fedora! — I’ve made in terms of a hat.

Without any urging, he just told me to get the GPS talking and we went there. I ended up purchasing a wider brimmed hat (3.5″) and I had them add a grosgrain band about the crown and had them bound the edge of the rim in the same color — black. The crown is one style of fedora, though not a bash. It’s a hybridism between a diamond and a fedora bash which is thoroughly unique to this hatter, it seems. When we left, I wore it the rest of the day and it was just as comfortable — if not more — than the first one I had purchased from them.

From there, he just drove. And drove. And drove. We passed an outlet mall or two, but after stopping to get some beef jerky (I had a hankering for protein) and got himself an Icee, we turned around and went back to one. We walked, practically, the entirety of it. Probably a good few hours of walking, at the very least.

The first store we hopped into was the Crocs store. My partner simply adores this brand, but I’ve never been able to fit into them. Well, miracle upon miracles, come to find out that when you lose weight, your feet shrink too! Suddenly, here we are walking out with a new pair for him (a cute blue tropical themed pair) and a pair of sandals for me. We ended up putting them on after finding a bench.

After that, we hopped into… Banana Republic. Odd experience. Don’t think I’ll ever return. Very awkward. And if a gay male feels awkward in a clothing store, you know there’s something wrong! 😉 (Just playing… though there is some truth in that.)

After that we went into Kenneth Cole — which we both quickly abandoned for similar reasons. They had a couple of very sexy bags at half price that I was interested in, but… I’ve already got 2, I don’t need another… even if it was very well made and in leather… -sighs-

Next door was Perry Ellis. We spent a good amount of time in there and started to get a feeling for what my new wardrobe should be like. We both feel like we were born in the wrong era since, honestly, I prefer suits over anything else. A nice pair of slacks with a good shirt and vest — boom, I’m set. Give me a fedora and I’m even happier!

The thing about modern vests is that they often do not have real pockets on the front. They’re just for show. That bothers me to no end! Vests are supposed to have pockets, designers! HELLO! Look back into history and you’ll see!

Anyway…

Perry Ellis actually makes vests with real pockets. That’s permanently catalogued into our brains. I used to wear vests all the time but after slowly gaining weight, I fell out of wearing them. After losing some more, I’ll be back into wearing them. 😀

From there we went to… I think it was Columbia. I don’t think we stopped at any other places before that. This is where I found out I wear a medium shirt and have a comfortable 38 waist. Walked out with two shirts and two pairs of shorts. We spent some time there debating and talking…

By this time, we both were getting on the hungry side of the scale, but we continued our way. Until we happened upon the Jos. A. Bank shop.

Now, suits and I are like water to plants: I simply cannot live without them. I love men’s suits. They’re sexy. They’re elegant. And they flaunt, without mercy, the sex appeal that the male body can have. A JC Penny suit or a Macy’s suit can do in a pinch, but one that is tailored to you? Lord have mercy… Every single man needs to have at least one well made, tailored suit. That, to me, is the mark of when you’ve reached manhood. Not when you’ve bought this horrendous pickup with 1-2 MPG but when you can comfortably and effortlessly pull off a suit that turns heads.

Well… needless to say, I walked out with a summer suit. I’ll be going to my tailor to get everything sorted out probably sometime this week. 😀 I’ll need to buy a few shirts now too…

My partner, while there, found this simply gorgeous belt that is a nice blend between dress and casual. It’s probably the first 38 belt I’ve worn in… god… what… at least a decade probably.

After our adventured we headed home. On the way, he bought us dinner at this cute little Thai joint. Amazing food. Fun, quiet atmosphere. And thank heavens, NO BLOODY KIDS! Perfect end to our adventures. 😀

Now… onto the reason why this isn’t typecast.

The story is completed. I sent it out to a few friends and waiting reviews. I have a few other stories that I’m readying and working on as well right now. These have already been typed out so… thus no typecast.

I’ve two stories right now that I may also consider sending out, but I need to find an agent or something first. I don’t know where to start in terms of finding a publisher. But since I don’t write novels or, really, anything over 20,000 words (my medium is short stories and their ilk), it is very difficult to find someone who is interested in such short works. Me and novels do not get along. I actually get bored when trying to write them!

The food related article is still a work in progress. I’ll probably work more on that today. 🙂

Uhmm… hmm…

I think that’s it for now…

Until later, be safe and enjoy y’all’s days,

Bae

A Month of Doctors and Stories

So, this isn’t typewritten, obviously… It’s because I’m working on the final proof for this story. At this point, it is literally just itty-bitty things like silly spelling mistakes that are notoriously difficult to catch because our mind automatically corrects them.

This month… phew… well… This month is literally the month of doctors. Got my psychiatrist (who should be ecstatic to see my weight loss, but not too happy to hear about the recent mood swings and increase of agoraphobia) today. I’m having one of those days that I’d cancel on a dime if my partner couldn’t drive me or at the very least be with me. I’m actually becoming genuinely worried the Wellbutrin is losing its effect. Later this month, I’ve got a ‘catch-up’ appointment with my GP. Around that time, I’ve got a 6-month check-up with my cardiologist. (That should have happened last month, but… yeah, didn’t happen.)

I’ve plateaued the last two days, but it could be because I’ve switched up my diet a bit to increase protein. The result could be that I’m building muscle while burning fat so it causes a zero weight lost weigh-in. I’m fairly confident that I’m not losing muscle and building fat — which is the other scenario. I’m trying very hard to not bring in powders. Aside from the asinine cost, they’re nothing but chemicals.

The rain will be away for a week or so. I should be able to restart work on the Skyriter as a result. I’ll need to do another cleaning first before its entirely done, but that is mostly touch-up. Some of the keys have begun to stick again, which wasn’t entirely unexpected. At least it is the same keys that were giving me issues before. I’ll have to resort to using mineral oil and some powerful compressed air, I believe. The metal isn’t bent, so the friction isn’t originating from that. It must be gunk.

The story isn’t the original one I had intended to finish… It ended up being an “End of the World” or “Apocalypse” one that came out of no where. A sentence came to my head while I was trying to sleep during the “Great Houston Flood of 2015”. After that, I couldn’t sleep. I ended up staying up to write — good thing too considering the patio was really starting to flood and I had to wake up my partner to help combat the flood waters.

It’ll be going off to a few friends (4-5) for readings. One of them is really excited to read it after I told him about it. Hopefully it won’t let him down. It’s a different kind of story for that age old subgenre of science fiction. Well… not necessarily a different kind of story but a different kind of format since all apocalypse stories are effectively the same: something triggers something, that something is bad, that bad something causes horrific results — unexpected or expected, said horrific results tend to cause mass extinction or near to it. It is just one of those subgenres that tends to follow a formula. What makes each story unique isn’t necessarily the characters or the plot or what causes things to happen, but how it is presented.

In these stories, there are a lot of coincidences that I feel a writer can abuse. The protagonist just happens to be former military or just happens to know survivalist techniques or just happens to run upon a running car, as examples. Or, even better, out of the entire nation said protagonist is in, s/he just so happens to run upon a group of survivors.

I find these things far too convenient and, honestly, boring and repetitive. If I wanted to read about a military protagonist having flash backs and telling war stories to the group s/he’s found, I’d go read a non-fiction book about World War II. At least then, the dialogue wouldn’t feel stilted and forced and full of jargon just to “make the point” the protagonist has that background.

Anycase… /end{rant}

Got just over 30 minutes before my ride. Since this is the schedule for last week, it’s only a 45 minute ride. The week off really did a world of good for me though. My cruising speed (rpe 3-4, zone 2) really has increased and stabilized between 16-17 mph. Before it was between 14-15 mph.

Until later, be safe and enjoy y’all’s days.

Bae