Posts in category "Daily Life"

16% Win Ratio

I end­ed up los­ing all my match­es yes­ter­day. Out of 18 games, I won three. Two match­es should have been easy wins, and one was tied at 2 games, 12 points. I get too ner­vous when I’m play­ing new peo­ple. I’m not quite used to the entire idea of com­pet­ing, espe­cial­ly for rank, espe­cial­ly with oth­er peo­ple depend­ing on me. My team­mates told me that it was notice­ably affect­ing my per­for­mance because it seemed as if my shoul­ders were stiff and I was try­ing too hard. I’ll be accus­tomed to every­thing even­tu­al­ly.

A Good Experience, I Tell Myself

I have anoth­er five hour league meet today. My team is matched up against two oth­er teams of inter­me­di­ate play­ers. When I first played in the league at the begin­ning of the year I had no hope of beat­ing these peo­ple, but now I’m not sure. I think that if I can con­cen­trate well enough, and play smart enough, I’ll have a good chance. The prob­lem is that being ner­vous always puts me at a dis­ad­van­tage; I usu­al­ly only win when I’m calm and focused. I’ve only played two of the sev­en play­ers, so there’ll def­i­nite­ly be some styles that I’m not used to, and that’s what scares me. Either way, it’ll be good expe­ri­ence.

The Weight Barrier

Somehow, I’m at an all-time high of 117 lb. In the last three years I’ve been fluc­tu­at­ing between 114–115, no mat­ter how much or how lit­tle I ate. I nev­er even imag­ined that I’d break the 115 bar­ri­er, so sud­den­ly find­ing out that I was this…“heavy” came as a huge sur­prise. I’m guess­ing that it’s my metab­o­lism adjust­ing to being on a reg­u­lar sched­ule of three meals a day now, on top of the extra exer­cise that caus­es me to eat like a BEAST.

Melt In Your Mouth

Man, have I missed steak for din­ner. I brought back a nice hunk of strip loin from home, sea­soned it with Montreal steak spice, and pan fried it to per­fec­tion. I’ve been liv­ing off chick­en and pork for the last two years, so the red meat is a nice change. I think I’ll start doing steak nights on Fridays. It’ll cer­tain­ly make decid­ing what to have for din­ner a lot eas­i­er.

A nice­ly cut T‑bone, cooked to medi­um, served with pota­toes and a glass of red wine. Ugh. Heaven.

My Cat Misses Me

Ever since I came back on the week­end, when Dolly was home all alone, she’s been espe­cial­ly affec­tion­ate to me. Before she would sleep on my chair at night, but now she tries to sleep on my pil­low by lean­ing on my head, or crawl under the cov­ers to sleep on my chest. Even though I keep get­ting wok­en up, I hope she keeps it up.