I didn’t really think I was going to stay within my calorie budget yesterday. I made some fairly poor choices about what I ate during the day, so it really looked grim by dinner time. I only had about 500 calories left in my budget by that point.

Folks, I forgot about the power of cookie by your own meals. Two homemade chili dogs later (well, the chili was homemade anyway), my tally for the day was 2,495 calories out of a daily budget of 2,500.

It wasn’t planning, I promise you that. It was luck. But I’ll take it.


Mixed Feelings About The Day Off

As I’ve said previously, my current exercise schedule is Monday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday. Everything I read about using weights, even light weights, says I need to take a day off every 1-2 days (although the one-on one-off program seems to be for intensive weight training). So, because I don’t want to add strained muscles to my woes, today is a day off.

It feels weird. I mean, I know I’m not slacking. But I also know that my walking program (when I could do it) called for me to hit 5.5 miles a day five days a week. So, right now, part of me feels like a slacker. I’m not letting it get to me, mind. But it feels really strange.

Also, do you want a few tips on exercising leg muscles you don’t normally use? Try limping. My goodness, but my legs ache from the unusual walking pattern. I don’t know if it actually is dervish, but I’d hate to think I’ve got all these aches for nothing.

A Serious Need For Patience

I’ve been on my dumbbell workout routine for six whole days now! Why aren’t I ripped?

All right, so I exaggerate. But it is hard to beat unrealistic expectations. Feeling the workout get slightly easier doesn’t feel like enough, some days. Nor does feeling the bare beginnings of a bicep. I grew up in the Eighties, damnit! I want this whole fitness thing solved with a training montage overlaid with a power ballad! Is that so much to ask?

Sadly, yes. It is. Real life doesn’t have training montages, unless you count your memories of all the hard work. Fortunately, I do enjoy exercising. It feels good, working out with those (small) weights and doing the crunches and leg lifts. Even the little tyke soreness in some of my muscles feels good – although I will confess that I’m looking foreword to the day that said soreness is the result of using heavier weights.

So, clearly, I’m getting back on track with exercising. Now I just need to do the same with my calorie budget…

Two Days On, One Day Off

Everything I read about using weights days I should be taking a break between workouts, as a way to let my muscles recover. However, with my 10 lb weights, I concluded that the recommendation to exercise one day and take the next off was a little… questionable. So, my plan is exercise Monday and Tuesday, take Wednesday off, and exercise Thursday and Friday.

Perfect? I don’t know. But by the time I’m trying to do significantly more weight my foot will probably (hopefully) be healed, so I’ll be changing up the exercise program again anyway. And it doesn’t have to be perfect anyway. It just had to be good enough, and be more than I’ve Ben doing. A reasonable exercise program right now is, after all, superior to the perfect program never.

I still can’t wait to get back to walking, though.

Too Much? Not Enough? Beats Me.

I got up this morning for day two of my new “done strain my toe” exercise routine and, to be honest, I’m not sure what to make if it. I mean, it’s good. But, well, let me try and explain.

My response to my sets is mixed. Set one is always like “is this enough work? Should I do mire?” Set two leaves me tired, though, and set three makes me feel like I should be reconsidering the life choices that brought. me to this place Especially after the lateral raises.

Interestingly, some of the exercises are easier than others. The shoulder presses and alternating bicep curls feel fairly easy. But others (lateral raises and lying flies, for instance) are murder. Which, I suppose, is to be expected.

Enough complaining. I feel pretty good after all of this. And I’m looking forward to keeping it up.

Starting Over. Again.

All right, I exaggerate. It’s not really that fire, or anything. But really, I’ve been in a bit of a tailspin ever since I took my final certification test back in November. And passing it, once I found out I passed, didn’t help a whole lot. I made a bunch of excuses, and overate a lot and gained weight, and told myself I’d start “tomorrow”. Which, as we all know, never comes.

Well, I’m declaring today to be tomorrow.

Oh, my. Look at that. How dramatic. But, well, I’m serious. Really.

See, I broke my toe last Sunday – a fact that was, I believe, the subject of my last entry. And I’ve been sore and grouchy and feeling sorry for myself since then. Oh, and still overeating. But, for various reasons, I’m starting to feel better about things (although my toe is still sore). So I’ve finally sat down and worked out a “I’m crippled up and can’t walk” exercise program, and I tried to keep it simple. After all, simple works best when you’re just starting out.

And let’s be honest here. I’m pretty much “just starting out” again.

The rules for the exercise program were simple. No stress on my toes, and it had to use things I had around the house. But fortunately – as my toe can attest – I have some little gut dumbbells around the house. So, what I came up with was this:

  • Crunches
  • Leg lifts
  • Side leg lifts
  • Dumbbell bench press
  • Alternated biceps curl
  • Shoulder press
  • Triceps kickback
  • Kneeling one arm row
  • Lateral raise
  • Lying fly
  • Upright row

I’ll be down my 3 sets of 10 reps each, four times per week (two days, then a break, then two more days). The weights in question will be the 10 pound dumbbells that fractured my toe. Eventually I’ll go to heavier weights, but 10 pounds is 10 pounds more than I’ve been doing, so it’s a good start.

This should be good, actually. It’ll get me doing something new, and it really feels like a brand new start. I’m looking forward to this!

I Finally Caught A Break

Over the weekend, this happened.

If you can’t quite work out what that is, it’s my left foot. In a special medical shoe, because my third, fourth, and fifth toes are buddy taped together. Because I broke my fourth toe.

See, my son made a blanket tent in the living room, and anchored it with our five and ten pound dumbbells. Let me stress that this isn’t his fault! He pointed it out to me, and showed me the weights. I knew they were there. But then we played a video game for a while, and I forgot. Right up to the point that I was reminded of their existence by kicking the 10 pound weight.

So, now the toe is broken and I’ll be seeing an orthopedic doctor to find out how long it’ll take to heal and to make sure that it heals right. Which, of course, means I need to completely rebuild my exercise program – usually, walking is the crown jewel of my exercise, and that is right out for several weeks, if not a couple of months. I can walk, yes, but not 5.5 miles a day.

What that revised exercise program will look like is very much a work in progress right now. Crunches and leg lifts will be part of it, of course. I’ll also be looking into figuring out how to make use of the toe-breaking weights to exercise my arms and shoulders and the like. I’m not yet sure what else I’ll do, though. Most of the exercises I can think of involve standing in one way or another.

Well. Back to the drawing board.