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The scales confirms that I am below the 230 mark, clocking in this morning at a more svelte 227. I'm not sure what the Wii will say tomorrow, but I'm hoping that it will confirm that. The Wii tends to weigh me heavier (by 5 pounds or so), but it also charts my weight, so if I'm at the same relative position, I'll know it's for real.

But damn, it feels good to finally meet a goal that I've been fighting to get to since April.

So, after weighing in, a nice five mile walk/jog and a nectarine for breakfast and heaping big glass of ice water to replace the buckets I sweated, we're off to the races.

And no, I don't know why that song (the one I reference in the title, for those who have seen Office Space) popped into my head when I got the good news on the scale this morning but it did, and I liked it.
earthbelow: (monty python)
2 Things That Are Good About Today (So Far)

1. It's quite sunny and not at all rainy
2. The scale indicated a little bit of weight loss this morning.

2 Things That I Have Done Well (So Far)

1. Got my morning exercise, despite allergies. Just the strength training left to do this afternoon.
2. Getting wedding things taken care of

1 Thing I Look Forward To

1. Getting a lot of writing done
earthbelow: (satchel)
I think I may owe my fat ass an apology for my last entry.

The scales today show neither a gain nor a loss, and considering what I ate over the weekend, that's better than I ever could have hoped for. Also? It gives me hopes that I'll see a continuing downward trend this week.

Discussion of weight and why I'm talking about it so much lately. )

Which is why I need to talk about this subject a lot. And if it's getting bothersome for folks, or triggering anyone who may have eating disorders (I know a couple of people on my list have struggled with anorexia/bulimia), or if it's just plain old annoying, let me know and I'll filter it for anyone who wants in. Because I don't want this to become overwhelming.

I promise, I'm doing other things in my life! It's just that my writing is over at [ profile] fiction_theory and all my fannish stuff is over at [ profile] sage_theory and since I'm still unemployed (*grumble grumble fuckin' economy*), this is the big Personal Life Issue for me right now.

But I just want you to know that I'm okay. Or, well, I will be. And your support definitely helps a lot, and knowing that people out there are willing to listen and comment and even just say, "Good luck" or "keep trying!" really does do a world of good.

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Friday, 22 May 2009 09:34
earthbelow: (kitteh_iz_ded)
I'd love to go out and get my morning exercise. But that would require me to be able to breathe, which I can't do. I'm not sure what it is in the air that's making my sinuses launch a revolt, but I wish it would stop.

Also? I once read one of those Tylenol ads on the subway that said that pollen is worst from 5am to 10am in the morning, and that's bullshit. Because I get this stuff in the afternoons and at night, too. In fact, this current bout of allergies started at, as usual, three am.

There must be some kind of grass or flower that emits some kind of super pollen at 3am and wafts in through our window, because this now makes several nights where at precisely that time, I get up with my sinuses in overdrive.

So I guess I'll just have to settle for only getting an hour of exercise instead of an hour and a half like I've been doing.

On the plus side, the scales seem to indicate that there is less of me to go around. That's always good news.
earthbelow: (mood: sad/blah)
I would just like it known that I really, really fucking hate my body. I hate that I have to work out for an hour a day, eating no more than 1200 calories per day (most of that fruit and veggies) just to peel off one measely pound.

But should I dare to eat Easter dinner, I instantly gain three pounds back.

I am so fucking tired of my body. I am tired of how lousy it works. I am tired of how hideous it looks. I'm tired of the fact that it doesn't do anything right. I'm tired of how much maintenance it is, and how little that maintenance seems to mean in the long run. I'm tired of being told by my own sister that I should look into the lapband surgery because I'm so fat.

Come on. I've been working out for an hour a day for two weeks and then one weekend screws that completely up? You've got to be kidding me. That's not fair. How is that even right?

How is that these people on magazines say they can lose half their body weight just by walking thirty minutes a day, but I exercise for a goddamn hour and nothing. I'm eating nothing but salads and fruits and I'm getting really frustrated and I'm not sure what to do about it.
earthbelow: (kitteh_iz_ded)
I'm having one of those frustrating kind of days. First, because now it seems like apparently all the medical experts have decided that the 30 minutes a days for 4-5 days a week isn't enough. Now you need an hour of exercise per day to lose weight.

The idea of having to exercise for an hour kind of scares me. It's enough that my back and thighs are still functioning after the 40 minutes I'm already doing!

Meg and the Fat That Wouldn't Go Away. Part the Millionth. Cut because I'm sure my attempt to be less fat are probably boring the sweet lovely gobs off you by now. )

I gotta go do dishes before the Boy gets home. And I should actually post some of my gleeposts instead of just writing them down.
earthbelow: (kitteh_iz_ded)
We got our Wii fit yesterday from Amazon, and I'm psyched about it!

My adventures in Wii Fit Land, let me show you thems. Or: How I went from being 44 to 25 in ONE SINGLE DAY. Cut for people who could care less. )

Death by exercise

Wednesday, 4 February 2009 14:21
earthbelow: (kitteh_iz_ded)

I asked my sister to send me any weightlifting exercise she might know of that would be helpful to me. Since my sister has a degree in exercise science and is going for her PhD in physical therapy, I figured she'd be the person who would know.

So I did them, on Monday. And rested on Tuesday, like she said - which I kind of *had* to because my legs hurt so much I couldn't walk straight. Ask Andrew about the penguin waddle I've been doing because bending my knees is kind of a no-no right now.

My legs are now so sore that I can barely get up or down to sit somewhere and they hurt so much the last two nights that I've hard time sleeping.

Last night was one of the worst I've ever had. I didn't even begin nodding off until 12 and then I woke up again at 2:45ish and didn't nod off again until after Andrew had left for work at 6:30 and then I woke once more at 7:15 and figured there was no use trying.

My legs got better after I did some walking around today and worked through the stiffness and the pain. What nobody ever tells you about pain is how terribly tedious it is.

All I know is nobody's going to have to rock me to sleep tonight, because I am dog tired.
earthbelow: (mood: sad/blah)
I've been working out with the Wii and my weights since the weather lately has not been conducive to my usual morning/walk jog, plus I wasn't getting the results I wanted.

I mean, when you only eat 1000-1200 calories and walk/jog three miles each morning and you're not losing a single pound, then you can rest assured that something isn't working.

But I'm not sure I'm getting the most out of my weights. I feel like the exercises I do with them (bicep curls, lunges, etc) aren't being done right, or maybe I'm not doing them enough. I'm not sure. I can't seem to find any references on the internet for weightlifting that aren't geared towards steroidally enhanced Ahnold wannabes.

If anyone knows of a good place to get information on this, please fire off a comment.

And now for the gnashing of teeth. It burns twenty calories and strengthens your jaw muscles. )

In conclusion: I need more help and information, but don't know where to get it and people who want to wrap everybody's weight issues up with a neat little bow of their intolerance and ignorance and come right over here and get my fat ass up their foot.
earthbelow: (monty python)
It's 18 degrees outside. Sweet skwered shishkabobs, that's cold. Which kind of puts the kabosh on my usual morning walk/jog. I'm dedicated, but I'm not that dedicated. Plus, I just don't have the kind of clothing that could keep me suitably warm. I'd freeze my ass off (literally), and I just don't think I could deal with an assectomy right now.

Besides I think I need to vary my exercising some more, since it doesn't seem to be having the results that I would like even though I'm walking three miles every morning and am planning on upping it to 3.5 and then 4 miles.

So, to that effect, I've begun using the free weights that Andrew got me for Christmas and wow my arms are super the sore. That also might be from the twenty minutes of intensive speed bowling on the Wii and the kamikaze boxing session.

You know, I think we could probably put a dent in America's "obesity epidemic" if we just handed out a bunch of Wii's. I swear, I work up more of a sweat and get my heart rate up faster with that thing than even walking.

In other news: my closet is clean. I sort of stood in front of it this morning and marveled at it. A clean closet. It's a rare and short lived creature, but still. It's freaking clean.
earthbelow: (kitteh_iz_ded)
It's been raining all day, thus putting the kabosh on my morning exercise routine, which is outdoors.

Is it wrong that I'm more sweaty/out of breath from 35 minutes of vigorous exercise doing Wii Boxing and Wii Bowling than I usually am from my morning routine? Maybe I should step up my walk.

Actually, maybe I should. I'm not where I want to be, jogging wise. I still have a hard time going for any real length without stopping because for some reason, when I try to run, I'm fine for the first few feet, and then I start feeling exponentially heavier as I go along until I feel like I weight ten tons and almost can't carry my own weight and have to stop and resume walking.

I try to push myself farther, but sometimes it really does feel physically impossible. Do other people face this or is it just me?

Still, going for over ten rounds in the Wii Boxing game and only losing once is an accomplishment. I still haven't figured out how the hitting and punching works, so I basically just swing and move around a lot until the other guy goes down on the screen.

It's not very graceful, but it burns calories.
earthbelow: (switchable2)
I suppose it must be a bit wonky for everyone who's getting back to the daily grind after Thanksgiving. Although, it must be the one week of the year that retail people are glad it's Monday and not Friday.

I found the best new thing for my whole Be Less Out of Shape thing that I'm trying to do. Basically it uses Google Maps to help you see a route to run (or walk in my case, mostly) and tells you how far it is.

I didn't realize that I'd actually been doing a smidge over two and a half miles every morning. I thought I was barely up to a mile. My ability to judge distances is completely shot.

I feel proud of this, but I also sort of want to keep it under my hat. Because last time I went home and was proud of myself for doing a mile every morning when I'd just started this whole exercising gig, my sister's immediate response was, "You need to do two miles".

In her defense, she's got a degree in Physical Therapy and does exercise for a living right now, so she probably was right, but it's a little disheartening to find out that what you thought was a big accomplishment actually isn't.

So I'm sort of afraid that if I dare to say how proud I am that I get up at 6:40am and drag my butt out of the house to go walking/jogging two and a half miles, my sister will then say, "You need to do five miles".

I also discovered that if I take the long way to the grocery store nearest my house, I can do a mile easy.

I'll make no secret of the fact that it would be really nice to go home to Florida and be a few pounds slimmer, especially since the scale is sort of scaring me. It says that I've put on around six pounds, which is completely terrifying.

I keep telling myself that it's just because I was off my meds for a month and my hormones got wacky and caused weight gain, and that now that I'm on my meds and I'm being a good girl after a fantastically decadent Thanksgiving, I'll be okay.
earthbelow: (Default)
Because it was a nice nippy forty degrees this morning, I exercised for an entire hour. Of course, I sort of needed to because I ate oreos for breakfast. Not my fault, Andrew brought them home and they were delicious and chocolate-y and I haven't had oreos since the last time he brought back the little mini-packs of them from the last blood drive.

Although, weirdly enough, it seemed to help. Maybe my blood sugar needs to be a little higher before I go out walking and jogging. I didn't feel nearly as sluggish this morning. Usually I get up, do my exercise, and then eat breakfast.

The new route I tried was quite nice. I shall have to tinker with it to get it just right.

Also? I've discovered that the operation of a simple tea kettle may be too much for me to handle, especially one that doesn't whistle. At least there was still water left in the kettle this time.

One time I left the kettle on for three hours accidentally and it sort of burned off part of the ceramic bottom leaving just the metal. But we will speak no more of this.

And in case you've been wondering why the lack of updates, it's because my life is a big cake of boring with boring flavored icing and boring colored sprinkles on top. And I figure nobody needs the empty calories.
earthbelow: (happy)
A little mini glee for the morning:

Three Things That Are Good About Today (So Far)

1. The "Quantum of Solace" picture that Andrew's dad sent me is hanging up on my wall near the computer. Nothing like the sight of Daniel Craig holding automatic weaponry to make my morning. Andrew says I am allowed to cheat on him with Daniel Craig, should the luscious Mr. Craig ever become available to me. A girl can dream, right?

2. Instead of getting up to 90, the forecast now says it'll only be 87. Maybe air conditioner season is nearly over?

3. I have a buttload of new books to read. YAY!

Two Things I Did Well Today (So Far)

1. Went walking/jogging at 6:50am.

2. Emailed my mom back.

One Thing I Look Forward To

1. Writing a bunch

Good morning!

Thursday, 14 August 2008 09:13
earthbelow: (monty python)
Today is the first day this week I haven't gotten up and gone walking/jogging. Lately, I've been doing it at, like, 6:45 in the morning. But that's because Andrew leaving wakes me up and so I just stay awake. Plus, it's been very cool in the mornings (in the 60's!), so I figure, make hay while the sunshines.

Also, saw a cool meme via [ profile] desperance. 100 Foods That Every Omnivore Should Eat At Least Once.

Here’s what you to do:

1) Copy this list into your blog or journal, including these instructions.
2) Bold all the items you’ve eaten.
3) Cross out any items that you would never consider eating.
4) Optional extra: Post a comment here at linking to your results.

The 100 Foods List )

I actually struck out more things than I bolded. I think that's because I don't eat seafood, food that's painful, and I don't feel like "scotch with a cigar" should count as a food. I might try Scotch someday, but I will *never* smoke.

When you have a grandfather who's become a respiratory invalid due to years of smoking like a chimney, you just can't do it. I also struck out the "bottle of whiskey that costs more than $120" on a general principal of "fuck that, I can get drunk off the cheap stuff".

I don't tend to believe that just because a food is very expensive that it's automatically better. Especially since I've tried escargot, and frankly, it tastes like rubbery, salty chicken. I can have actual chicken for about a fourth of the price.

But I also am amused that "funnel cakes" make it onto the list, but fried oreos didn't. Trust me, before you die, you *must* have a fried oreo. Nutritionally speaking, it's batter dipped evil, but it tastes really good.
earthbelow: (happy)
I ran down the street!

I know this sounds completely trivial, but for those of you who have never been overweight, it's a big deal when you realize that you've taken off enough weight to run.

Okay, it was down our street (and it's not a long street), but there was a time when I really could not have run that far without wheezing my big behind off and pleading for mercy. Now? I can do it and okay, I'm panting a bit when I get to the door, but dude - I did it!

I've come to realize I really do like exercise in the same way I like cleaning. I hate when other people tell me how to do it, but I feel the need for it on my own terms.

I also hate doing it with other people, because it feels like a measure of control is taken away when I'm with other people. Not to mention, I like my alone time.

But I've found that when I get my iPod cranked up and I'm alone, I can exercise all day long.

It explains why I cannot stand gyms. My mom tried to drag me to one, and I dreaded going every single day. It's enough that I'm overweight and I feel ashamed of my body on a daily basis.

But having to display my big, sweating, tub-of-lard body in a place where these ultra-toned gym sluts women are walking around in basically elastic bras and panties and these steroid guzzlers men are lifting huge weights to dance remixes of J.Lo? Does not work for me.

I should not have to feel ashamed for doing the one thing I probably most need to be doing in a place designed for doing it. And I have gotten some cocked eyebrows and some looks from people at the gym before, believe you me.

But lucky for me, I don't need a gym. I have New York City. And New York City is actually an ideal city for walking, because it's basically designed with pedestrians in mind. Which is very awesome.


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