Historically Mad Ideas

I must be feeling better.  Why?  Because, despite the wheeze I still have when I wake up, I’m trying to talk myself into starting my exercise program back up now.  You know, instead of waiting until I finish up my medicine, like I originally planned.  It’s a mad idea that, historically, has led to misery and relapses, but it just doesn’t want to go away.

Day two is in the bag, and things are still chugging along.  I closed the day at 2,297 calories, and no walking or exercise.  The Hobbit meal plan is still working well as well, leaving me a little bit hungry as the next meal approaches but helping tone down the impulse to snack.  Which, I believe, is a contributing factor to hitting my calorie budget.

Sadly, since I’m only two days in to hitting my budget once more, I’m not expecting anything particularly exciting when I weigh in tomorrow.  But, it is only day two, and I’m still not exercising (despite my brain trying to cause me to relapse…).  Things will only be getting better from here!

Not Sick. Just Tired.

I crashed hard yesterday.  Like “I picked up my son from kindergarten, went home, put on sweats, and collapsed into bed” hard.  Which led to my son watching a couple of hours of PBS Kids before I got to feeling guilty enough about it that I offered to read him some of his library books instead.  That ended with dinosaurs and Star Wars and Sesame Street.  Because my son has eclectic tastes.

Later that evening, my wife asked me if I needed to go to Urgent Care, which is something I’ve been thinking about.  Still am, honestly, because my son was down with some bug last week.  But… I don’t think I’m sick.  Not meaningfully sick, anyway.  Just really, really tired.  It’s been a long couple of weeks, and I feel drained.  Which, sadly, also means that I blew off my exercises yesterday.  Didn’t hit my walking goal, didn’t work out, just laid around and fell asleep an hour or so earlier than normal.

To be honest, I’m considering just doing that the rest of the week.  Give myself the week off from everything but trying to hit my calorie budget (which will be challenging, what with Thanksgiving coming up) and resting up.  Give myself a formal vacation from the struggle, and rest.  That way, I’ll be ready to hit things hard starting next Monday.

Regardless, I’ll probably keep up the walking.  If nothing else, it gets me away from my desk when I’m on break.

What do I mean by “working out”?

“Working out”, which in my mind is “all of the non-walking exercise I do”, has managed to change significantly for me over the past… what is it, now?  Fifteen months?  Something like that.  Anyway, the definition has changed significantly.  When I first started out, I didn’t work out at all.  I wasn’t sure I was going to, because this walking thing was hard.  Really hard.  Like, “my legs feel like they’re carved out of wood and pain” hard.

Then I hit my first benchmark, 40 pounds down and 20% of the way to goal, and I realized that I’d need to start doing more than just calorie counting and walking.  That’s when I added those Lightning Fitness cards I wrote about last year.  I started out with five of those cards, twice a week, and built up.  By the time I stopped using them, some eight months later, I was up to eight of the cards four times a week.

Now I’ve got a personal trainer that I visit once a month, so she can run me through the wringer for an hour.  My current workout routine is generally the last two sets of exercises she put me through – she changes things up on me so that I work different muscles and so that I don’t get bored.  I do one set of exercises on Monday and Thursday, and a second set on Tuesday and Friday, and give myself Wednesday and the weekend off.  (I’ll spare you the details of the exercises, unless there are requests.)

And then there is the Kung Flow warm-up routine.  This is about ten minutes of stretches and joint rolls designed to loosen you up for staff spinning routines.  I do it each day, Monday through Friday, whether I get a chance to practice with my contact staff or not.  Why?  Exercise.  Oh, and I’ve got a family history of arthritis and stiff joints, so I figure that anything that helps increase flexibility will be a good thing in the long run.

So, there you have it.  When I talk about “walking and exercise” I’m talking about walking 5.5 miles a day plus around 30 minutes of moderately vigorous bodyweight workouts and stretching each day.  Before I do things like give my son horsey rides or wrestle with him or fight with toy lightsabers.  And the lightsaber thing is serious exercise as well, because it requires me to chase him all over the house, hop on one leg when he “cuts” my leg off, and fall over dead before hopping back up to get struck down again.

Tired. Not Sick and Tired. Just Tired.

Man, forget exercise. This seems to be the week for sleep.

I didn’t make my walking goal yesterday. I got close – about 4.6 miles – and then I crashed and burned. Ignoring my sleep deprivation fueled insistance that I was going to make goal, my wife advised me to lie down and get some sleep. This was around 7:30 pm. I kind of vaguely remember muttering darkly about how there was “too much light” and I wouldn’t be able to sleep. And then it was 2 in the morning, and I was peering at my phone and thinking “oh, heck… I can sleep for another hour”.

Do I feel bad about missing my walking goal (and my exercise card goal)? Well, yes. I do. I really do want to achieve my goals. But I tell you what: I’ve got a clear and rested head with which to feel disappointed. So I’m not going to be too hard on myself. I’ll just need to make sure I get more walking in at an earlier time, I guess.

Still, I hope this doesn’t interfere with my weight loss efforts. After two weeks of stagnation, I’m (understandably, I think) a little nervous.