Turkey Coma

Maybe it was all the turkey I ate yesterday. Maybe it was just getting to sleep in, and spend the whole day at home and do nothing in particular other than cook. I don’t know. But, whatever it was, I just couldn’t work up the enthusiasm or energy to do any of my exercises this morning. My alarm went off on time and I just reset it, letting me sleep al the way until 3:45 am.

I’m going to try and get them done today anyway. But, let’s be honest here, it will be at best a struggle. And if I don’t, then Monday I’ll be back on track once more.

No, that’s all. Now, back to trying to focus on a day that is simultaneously the second Friday and Monday this week.

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The Obligatory Thanksgiving Post

It’s Thanksgiving here in the United States, a holiday with some degree of controversy surrounding it. Me, I try to use it as a day to be grateful for the things and people in my life. And despite the sarcastic title, I’ve got a lot to be thankful for. A marvelous wife and partner, full of wise and loyal cling advice (and more patience than I think I deserve some days). An amazing son who makes me proud and happy every day. A warm, comfortable condo. A good job, and reliable transpiration to get me to that job.

And today, more than anything, I’m glad I survived my double charley horses.

Yeah, you read that right. I was doing my “flat belly workout”, because I probably won’t hit my walking goal but it’s still an exercise day – and knocked out my 40 miserable jumping jacks first. As I finished, I felt that familiar tightening in my calves. Both of them. Fortunately I was still standing, so I managed to walk and lunge them off before they got bad. But as I was doing that, I felt the muscles trying to ball themselves up into tight knots of agony. Even now, I can feel the soreness where the cramp tried to get started.

But hey, at least I was awake. Last time I had one, it was my morning alarm. And that was terrible.

Or, if you’re not an American, Happy Thursday!

Swordfighting For Health

We were out…well, not really late last night. Except maybe by my “I get up at 3 am” standards. When we got home, my son still wanted to play. He didn’t have to go to school in the morning, and wanted to stay up. I hesitated at first, but… “for a little while,” I said. “What do you want to play?”

“Let’s swordfight!” he declared, handing me his light-up Minecraft Christmas sword (yes, that’s a thing) and then running off to get one of his lightsabers.

Well, I decided, if we’re going to do this we’re going to do this right. So I’ve got John Williams’ Duel of the Fates queues up by the time he gets back, and we go at it – with my son declaring himself Obi-Wan and me filling the role of a Christmas-theme Darth Maul. It ended with me getting my legs cut off and stabbed in the stomach repeatedly.

Somewhere in there, I also covered the last quarter-mile I needed to walk for the day. I guess we were pretty energetic.

Is there a point to this? Sure. Exercise doesn’t have to be work. In fact, if you’re having fun with it, you’ll be far mire likely to do it.

Jumping Jacks. Just… Wow, They Suck

Overall, I think I’ve done a pretty good job of sticking with that “flat belly workout” I described recently. I missed one day last week, and I’ve done them yesterday and today. I’m still feeling it all in my legs and arms and gut – it’s not painful or aching, but there’s a definite awareness that I’ve been working this muscles. Also, not surprisingly, my belly isn’t particularly flattened yet. It’s only been a week and a half, after all.

Jumping jacks are terrible, though.

Seriously. By the time I get my 40 done, ‘m winded. I didn’t expect that part. I was prepared for my knees to hurt, or my legs. Not to be left breathing hard and contemplating the poor life decisions that brought me to that point. Which means, of course, that they’re probably good for me. But if I thought I could get away with it and still get the benefits, I’d ditch them in a heartbeat.

Ah, well. Enough whining. I’m going to keep at it, so I may as well get comfortable with them. Maybe they’ll get easier as time goes on?

Turning The Tide(?)

The bad news is that I didn’t hit any of my exercise goals on Friday, and I didn’t even try to stay within my calorie budget over the weekend. Oh, and that McDonalds does not always agree with me (and the less said about that, the better…).

But that was the bad news. The good news is that I’m down 2.6 pounds, which means that I’m (slowly) turning this around. Granted I’m at 235.6 lbs, which is heavier than when I weighed in after finishing my test, but I’ll take it as s good sign anyway. After all, I’m working to get back on track after months of not trying particularly hard. It takes time to recover from that.

I even have a plan for Thanksgiving, believe it or not! It’s called “moderation”. Well, moderation and making everything from scratch (as much as possible – I mean, I don’t have room to grow my own corn ad wheat and potatoes in my condo, and the HOA would probably be utterly unreasonable about raising and then butchering a turkey), and for some reason homemade stuff always seems lower in calories than store-bought or restaurant food. Maybe because I can control the portion sizes better at home?

Yeah, that’s probably it. At home, it’s easier to package up the uneaten food for use as leftovers. At a restaurant, on the other hand, I tend to be all like “better eat this so I can make sure I get my money’s worth”.

Am I off track, here? Maybe. The point is, my plan is make everything from scratch, and don’t make a pig of myself, and keep exercising. It seems workable.

The Planning Is Fine, But The Execution Is Lacking

I had a great plan this week. I’d have my menu ready, and I’d get my meals made in advance, and I’d get all my exercising in, an I’d see a whole lot of success. The plan was, in a word, perfect.

Some of it even happened.

I got all my walking done, and I’m on track to hit all my exercise goals. But that meal thing? Yeah. That, uhm, that didn’t happen. And my calorie budget’s been off track since, let me check, Tuesday.

So, I think I’m anticipating a holding pattern in my weight this week. On the up side, I can tell that the pushups and sit/ups and such are doing what they should be doing. I can feel – well, not pain or soreness, not really. An awareness that a whole lot of muscles have been worked harder than usual? I don’t know what to call it. I just know I’m feeling it right now.

On a lighter note, I spotted this clickbaity ad yesterday:

Now, I’m probably not in a position to lecture anyone about bad eating habits. But , let’s be honest here: if you’re eating things like double cheeseburgers with a glazed donut bun, the reason for your weight gain probably isn’t surprising.

Just What Is It About Thursday?

I’m noticing a trend here. If there’s one day of the week where I’m likely to fail to get out of bed and go walking, it’s Thursday. Not Monday, when I’m completely by off the weekend and having to get back into the new week. Not Friday, when I’m tired from a week of work. Thursday.

It’s weird.

Don’t get me wrong. This isn’t me saying I’m going to end up missing my exercise goals. I’ll just have to go walking with a giant burning orb staring down at me from the heavens.“It burns us!  It buuurrrnnnsss uuussssd!”

It’ll just be strange. That’s all.