Monday, June 13, 2011
Extra time on lunch break = 9 miles a week
So I got this shiny app for my phone that's a GPS tracker, pedometer, weight tracker, nutrition thang, and a constant reminder that I'm in the morbidly obese category!
It's pretty nifty, so I'm now going to eat my lunch from 10:30-11:00 and walk my route afterward, which is about 1.8 miles by the time I get back to my desk.
1.8x5 days a week, about nine miles a week.
Should be a viable boost along with anything else I cook up.
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The scale came in today, and it's nice. You don't have to tap it and wait, it's got light up display and the surface is glass but it holds up to 440lbs. Some kinda magic stuff going on there.
Anyway, because of that we have to start over the weight count, now that I can weigh in the buff at the same time each weigh in.
The NEW number...: 309!
Excitingly close to the 200s, let's get it happening.
Thursday, June 9, 2011
To those I'm (hopefully) leaving behind:
I mean no avarice in saying hopefully in the title; it is a simple case of choosing to better my health, self image and outward image.
But to those who suffer from long term weight problems, there's community in it.
It's a majority minority of enabling action, bringing another further into the problem to appease your guilt for having it. I know, I did it and it was done to me.
The last time I was a correct weight was over 15 years ago. Long time.
Long enough to forget what life was like without physical and permanently attached baggage. It's folly to say that life perception doesn't shape around being fat.
Introversion, defensiveness, self-worth issues, and even perception of the male female dynamic, even the FRIEND dynamic. You are put in a different place, just like the kid with the headgear or the girl with the hairy legs.
But it's almost worse than that, because at a certain point the disgust becomes subtle. Just an aura around you that takes away things that other people are granted. Saps your energy, you exhaust easily, you sweat more, you get blamed for odor, people offer you food, even INNOCENTLY, you can't help but question an ulterior motive.
Thighs scrape together and chafe, heartburn and indigestion occur more frequently, and yes, we do this to ourselves of course, but I'm pointing out that it does change life's developmental patterns.
I know much of my behavior came from it, and I'm not blaming it, it's my fault, but it came from it nonetheless. I don't look people in the eye because I always assumed they were looking away anyhow. Dating was always difficult, it's hard to overcome certain pounded in beliefs.
Our world is a stream of fitness warnings and extreme kayaking and bro fist mountain climbing, but don't let it embody health for you! Make it about health, make it for yourself and climb out, I promise the hole isn't so deep.
So to those I'm hopefully leaving behind, I don't want to be a part of that anymore. I don't want you to be a part of that anymore. It's a prison in yourself, and not in the Kashi "go lean" bro fist way, but in the expanding your mental horizons way. Don't let a habit restrict your enjoyment, activities and LIFESPAN.
escape.
But to those who suffer from long term weight problems, there's community in it.
It's a majority minority of enabling action, bringing another further into the problem to appease your guilt for having it. I know, I did it and it was done to me.
The last time I was a correct weight was over 15 years ago. Long time.
Long enough to forget what life was like without physical and permanently attached baggage. It's folly to say that life perception doesn't shape around being fat.
Introversion, defensiveness, self-worth issues, and even perception of the male female dynamic, even the FRIEND dynamic. You are put in a different place, just like the kid with the headgear or the girl with the hairy legs.
But it's almost worse than that, because at a certain point the disgust becomes subtle. Just an aura around you that takes away things that other people are granted. Saps your energy, you exhaust easily, you sweat more, you get blamed for odor, people offer you food, even INNOCENTLY, you can't help but question an ulterior motive.
Thighs scrape together and chafe, heartburn and indigestion occur more frequently, and yes, we do this to ourselves of course, but I'm pointing out that it does change life's developmental patterns.
I know much of my behavior came from it, and I'm not blaming it, it's my fault, but it came from it nonetheless. I don't look people in the eye because I always assumed they were looking away anyhow. Dating was always difficult, it's hard to overcome certain pounded in beliefs.
Our world is a stream of fitness warnings and extreme kayaking and bro fist mountain climbing, but don't let it embody health for you! Make it about health, make it for yourself and climb out, I promise the hole isn't so deep.
So to those I'm hopefully leaving behind, I don't want to be a part of that anymore. I don't want you to be a part of that anymore. It's a prison in yourself, and not in the Kashi "go lean" bro fist way, but in the expanding your mental horizons way. Don't let a habit restrict your enjoyment, activities and LIFESPAN.
escape.
It's been a heavy flow
So this blog is supposed to be about:
LOSING WEIGHT ON A LOW CARB/SUGAR DIET!
But today all that happened is today is that my english professor called my writing stilted and contrived after
reading something we were supposed to do leisurely for a few minutes, the gas station I stopped at (almost on empty) had a down credit card machine, on the interstate my right rear tire exploded, and I spilled a giant cup of tea (unsweet yeeeah) all over the interior trying to pry out the jack.
And then I was late to work.
And came in to a series of trivial goose chases that just now came to a close 7 hours later. But through all this I don't really like to complain about things happening to me, I just want to record it for posterity.
Another pound lost, and this was an after eating weigh, wheras it's comparison partner was a pre eating weigh. So really it might be 2+ pounds. Woop!
LOSING WEIGHT ON A LOW CARB/SUGAR DIET!
But today all that happened is today is that my english professor called my writing stilted and contrived after
reading something we were supposed to do leisurely for a few minutes, the gas station I stopped at (almost on empty) had a down credit card machine, on the interstate my right rear tire exploded, and I spilled a giant cup of tea (unsweet yeeeah) all over the interior trying to pry out the jack.
And then I was late to work.
And came in to a series of trivial goose chases that just now came to a close 7 hours later. But through all this I don't really like to complain about things happening to me, I just want to record it for posterity.
Another pound lost, and this was an after eating weigh, wheras it's comparison partner was a pre eating weigh. So really it might be 2+ pounds. Woop!
When it rains it KICKS THE *%)* OUT OF YOU
So I've got a couple of things adding some stress.
First of, my graded English coursework has all been on things we HAVEN'T BEEN TAUGHT ABOUT. Kiss my dangling participle about the difference between a clause and a phrase and the 20 variations within. 100 grammar questions counting for 16.7% of my class grade, grawr!
Secondly, I was audited by the IRS for what amounts to a month's rent, which is a lot of dough in this working world. The return was filed 2 years ago when I didn't have a clue how to do taxes and I took my stuff to an accountant to make sure it was done right. Apparently I forgot one of my W2s, and though I only made 11,000 dollars the entire YEAR, they still want to cut'm out a juicy section.
Finally, I have 76,000 ulcers in my mouth, canker sores, what have you. Maybe they were brought on by the other two things, not sure; I am sure that it BURNS WITH THE FIRES OF 1,000 HELLS. I beg to the mouth fixing trinity of salt water, mouthwash and carafate that it's over soon.
On the lighter side...
I'm wearing a shirt that used to look like Chis Farley's "Fat Guy in a Little Coat" routine, but now it looks like "Kinda Weighty Guy in a Normal Shirt". I can dig it.
4-8 Days till the scale comes in.
Free shipping is done by slug pulled chariots with bad navigators.
First of, my graded English coursework has all been on things we HAVEN'T BEEN TAUGHT ABOUT. Kiss my dangling participle about the difference between a clause and a phrase and the 20 variations within. 100 grammar questions counting for 16.7% of my class grade, grawr!
Secondly, I was audited by the IRS for what amounts to a month's rent, which is a lot of dough in this working world. The return was filed 2 years ago when I didn't have a clue how to do taxes and I took my stuff to an accountant to make sure it was done right. Apparently I forgot one of my W2s, and though I only made 11,000 dollars the entire YEAR, they still want to cut'm out a juicy section.
Finally, I have 76,000 ulcers in my mouth, canker sores, what have you. Maybe they were brought on by the other two things, not sure; I am sure that it BURNS WITH THE FIRES OF 1,000 HELLS. I beg to the mouth fixing trinity of salt water, mouthwash and carafate that it's over soon.
On the lighter side...
I'm wearing a shirt that used to look like Chis Farley's "Fat Guy in a Little Coat" routine, but now it looks like "Kinda Weighty Guy in a Normal Shirt". I can dig it.
4-8 Days till the scale comes in.
Free shipping is done by slug pulled chariots with bad navigators.
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
The Good, The Bad, and the Pudgey
Alright, alright, so I did get pooped on this day: THIS DAY, my first day of running. I did 5 cycles instead of 12, vastly underestimating the heat at 12:00pm and how out of shape I really am. But I did NOT have an ice cream. I might try again tonight when it's not so hot, but it's the humidity too, hard to take in the air when it's thicker n' syrup. Planet Fitness was just another countless victim in the April 27th tornado so no indoors for Alan.
I had a hard time finding running shoes in my size 15, but I was finally able (at the third store) to find a reebok that ran large in a 14. They're snug, but I figure you don't want floppy, loose running shoes. All in all I was out there around 23 minutes of my predetermined 30, which I don't consider a complete failure, I'll just have to start from a different point in the system.
About 5 more days till my scale comes in.
(and also the SONIC BOOM SB500 BOMB ALARM CLOCK) i ordered, apparently
it comes with a device that also shakes your sleeping surface along with
being 113db. We shall see, for my hard sleeperness bows to no machine of man!
Maybe a bacon cheeseburger for lunch, and then lose some weight, suck on that celery munchers!
I had a hard time finding running shoes in my size 15, but I was finally able (at the third store) to find a reebok that ran large in a 14. They're snug, but I figure you don't want floppy, loose running shoes. All in all I was out there around 23 minutes of my predetermined 30, which I don't consider a complete failure, I'll just have to start from a different point in the system.
About 5 more days till my scale comes in.
(and also the SONIC BOOM SB500 BOMB ALARM CLOCK) i ordered, apparently
it comes with a device that also shakes your sleeping surface along with
being 113db. We shall see, for my hard sleeperness bows to no machine of man!
Maybe a bacon cheeseburger for lunch, and then lose some weight, suck on that celery munchers!
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