Somb-OW!

Last night was Sombo Night, and I’m a bit sore from it. Not painful, I hurt myself bad sore, mind you. Just wow that was hard work sore.

As far me if the new guys (it was just my second week), I got to spend the evening workin by on my pivot step (a step that lets you turn 180 degrees) and my breakfall techniques. That last pretty much involved letting myself fall a lot t and not throw my arms out to try and stop myself. By the end, my legs and butt and belly were sore. There was, I discovered, a lot of abdominal exercise in falling.

And then, because it’s my second week and I know two holds and a reversal, it was time to spar! Two minutes that lasted, and I hit the ground three times. But! I managed to roll with it and get my opponent under me. I wasn’t entirely sure what to do with him after that, though, so I just sort of used my weight to hold him in place. All things considered, not a bad performance for week two.

And, once again, my son loved it as well. Except for the break falls he had to practice by falling backwards off my back. Those hurt, he told me.

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Catching Up

Wow. I’m getting really bad at writing entries for this blog, seen I? And what’s particularly strange is that I’m not avoiding it because I don’t want to acknowledge how badly I’m doing on my goals. Because I’m not doin big badly in my goals, not at all. I’ve hit my walking goals and stayed within my calorie budget nine of the last ten days, and I’m down four pounds.

I guess I’m just being lazy. So, let’s get caught back up.

I’m definitely back in the swing of things. Like I said, I hit all of my goals for a majority of the last two weeks, so that’s good. Also, my son and I started martial arts – specifically the unfortunately-named Russian wrestling style called Sambo (taught by the delightful people at Sombo Joe). I ended up doing some forward and back rolls (my first somersault in nearly 30 years), and learned a basic throw and reversal and takedown. I also learned that, in Sambo, you start sparring in your first class.

Since that class, my son has been excited about exercising with me. He’s gone walking with me every evening since last Thursday, and he’s been debating me about what days we should do push-ups and sit-ups on (I said Tuesday’s and Saturday’s and during practice, and he said “every day”). So, yeah. It looks like a good activity to do with him.

A Mixed Bag Of Stuff

So, yeah. I went dark again, despite telling myself that I was going to be really good and write a post every day. And, if you’ve been following along for a while, that means one thing: I had a rough couple of weeks.

Oddly, it was only sporadically rough. Except for last Friday, I hit my walking goals. And, except for a few days, I hit all my calorie goals. So I don’t quite understand why it felt so rough. I mean, objectively, things went pretty well.

The mind is a strange thing, I guess.

Weighing on n yesterday was a strange thing. It was my first weigh-in in 21 days (I’ve been avoiding it), and I gained 3 pounds. So, 347 now. But my pants feel a little loose, which is something that is confusing me.

Long story short, here’s where I’m at. I weigh more, but my pants fit better and the walking is a whole lot easier. Like, “several times over the last few weeks I had to knock out two or more miles at a single go to hit goal, and my legs weren’t sore the next day” easier. So I’m just going to go on record as saying that this health business is strange and peculiar and I wish it made more sense.