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I'm becoming Jared Fogle

My clothes are getting loose. I'm getting a jaw line. I've lost some weight. Partly from all the hills and all the walking -- about a half-hour to or from work if I choose, plus lots of hills ... partly from lack of snacking and sporadic eating. My breakfast ritual used to be a chocolate chip muffin and a chocolate milk on the way to work. Now I grab a foot-long Subway Club sub from Subway, a chocolate chip muffin from the Tim's at the Esso, a 500mL chocolate milk, an energy drink (Red Bull or 100% compatible clone) and a Gatorade or equivalent sports drink. Half sub, milk, crack-in-a-can to start, drink the Gatorale through the day and gobble the second half of the sammich between newscasts mid-afternoon. Still leaves me starving at the end of the day, but overall I'm shrinkin' in all the right places. Once my clothes, furniture and girlfriend arrive, I'll be getting some actual exercise to build some muscles under my furry frame. Lookin' forward to it.

For those who've been axin', the first week on the air went pretty well. Mics were left on at awkward times, network timing was a challenge, words were flubbed now and then, but overall, it was pretty smooth and slick. 'Cept for today when a power outage knocked us off the air for two hours, but, hey, y'know, uh, it's power. Transmitters. What do I know about transmitters? We kept talking anyway.

With the arrival of more reporters and an audio editor, the job is becoming slightly less taxing. It's still pretty exhausting. I'm now chronically unable to remember the names of new people I meet, simply because my brain buffer reached capacity about a week and a half ago, and I haven't had time to defragment and partition and so on. I still have no mp3s to send out for those eager for a peek at how the new thing sounds.

The Donair Count is up to about 6. I had a Large Donair around the time I wrote the about(donairs) post, and that was Too Large. I've enjoyed a tasty chicken curry at the Economy Shoe Shop (aka the Shoe Shop), a decent tavern steak at The Maxwell's Plum (aka Maxwell's), a club sammich at The Argyle with as much chicken on it as the legendary clubs at the Senator in Toronto, a hey-it-comes-with-salad steak at The Keg, many pizza slices and donairs at Pizza Corner and several Whoppers at Burger King across the street from the station.

If all has gone according to plan, the movers came to pick up my stuff in Toronto today, then schlepped out to Whitby to pick up MandaPanda's stuff, and it's all on the way here. Manda ought to also be on her way, stopping somewhere near the Quebec-Ontario border for the night before heading on in. Fingers crossed that all goes well.

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  1. You're going to have to show us your "before and after pants."

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  2. Hahaha...that is be the best picture ever!

    I ate at the Economy Shoe Shop and Maxwell's Plum when I was in Halifax this summer. Good places. Although now you do have me regretting not trying a donair.

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  3. yes, "is be." I'm typing on my ebonics keyboard today.

    doh!

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  4. Have they abolished the SubClub stamp collecting thing yet, or is that still only a looming threat?

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  5. Sub club is officially cancelled. Shame, too, 'cuz I'd have a free one by now.

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