Oh yes, yes it is! And I am super excited! For a couple of reasons, really. First and foremost, because I’m tired. Really tired. Like, “it was a struggle to get out of bed this morning” tired. I mean, I did it. But it was an effort.

I felt pretty good by the time I got to work, so I don’t resent it. But I’m looking forward to not having to get up at 3 am and go walking for a few days.

The other reason is that we’re celebrating my son’s 7th birthday this weekend. We’re having my nephew over, and we’re gonna by to the Cincinnati Zoo! Good time will be had by all – especially if we stay away from the hippo exhibit, since the big mouths frighten him. Animals, walking, what’s not to love?


I Really Need To Be Sure And Brown Bag It

Thanks to fatigue and poor planning on my part, I didn’t make my lunch last night. Which means that, while I packed my breakfast (homemade breakfast burritos, stashed in the freezer) I didn’t pack my lunch. I mean, be honest here. I’m occasionally glad I’m organized enough to remember to shave at 4 am. Lunch isn’t happening, if I don’t pack it.

So, I bought lunch. A fairly high-calorie lunch, it turns out. Not as bad as it could have Ben (lunch wasn’t a 5-pound bag of M&Ms or anything stupid like that), but high enough tat I have no confidence that I’ll hit my calorie budget today.

It’s just another example of an interesting phenomenon, really. If I cook at home, my calorie cost for food is way lower than if I eat out. Even on apparently comparable items. Breakfast, for instance. My two breakfast burritos (for my Hobbit-like first and second breakfasts) set me back 740 calories. Sounds pricy, but that’s four eggs with bacon and cheese. It’d be more like 900 to get the comparable item from McDonalds.

Did I mention that homemade usually tastes better, too? It does. Which means that, recapping the central idea of this post, I really need to pack my meals more consistently.

This Is Going To Be A Loooonnnng Week

I believe I’ve mentioned that I’m studying for the third level of my CEP certification, right? Well, this weekend I went into the office for seven hours of webinars. Or, if you count in pausing to take notes and to take breaks, more like thirteen hours. Which is a lot of time in the office on my days off.

What’s this got to do with exercise and weight loss, you ask? Well, I woke up tired this morning. Tired enough that I had to fight myself to go walking. I mean, I did it. But I feel exhausted. Oh, and it was drizzling this morning, so I had to hit the treadmill instead of just walking around. So, tired and bored. Hopefully the weather improves.

Well, That Was Annoying

It’s 3:35 am, and I’m 2/3s of the way through day one of week three of the Zombies Run 5K app. I’m right in the middle of my fourth one-minute run drill, hitting 4.2 mph and wondering why I’m doing this to myself (as I tend to do in the middle of exertion), and knows no full well that I’ll be glad I did it again nice it’s over.

Then the treadmill stops dead.

I’d had this happen to me once before with this same treadmill, more than a year ago. I think it’s because of my weight, as I’m currently slightly over the recommended limit for the treadmill. But that can’t be the entire picture. After all, ‘be been using this same treadmill for two weeks and this hasn’t happened. Maybe it was due to the amount of work the motor had to do as a combination of weight and speed?

Whatever the reason, I’m annoyed. I really wanted to finish that workout! And yes, I could have gone outside and finished But you know what? My concentration was wrecked by this. I got out and walked, but I just didn’t have the willpower to push myself into running any further.

So, what’s my plan? I’ll do some regular walking tomorrow, and then try day one again on Wednesday. If this happens again, then I might have to hold off on the training until I get back on track with losing weight.

The Lure Of The Comfy

I’m not going by to lie, here. Much as I love getting out for my morning walk, it was tough getting out of bed to do it this morning. My alarm went off, and my bed was all like “I’m comfy! You should sleeeeep!” And then I got outside and found that the temperature had dropped something like 25 degrees from when I went to bed, just in time for a non-treadmill day.

Don’t get me wrong: I still walked. I just spent a good half the walk wishing I was in bed.

But enough whining! I’m awake, and I’ve got my morning walk in, and I feel great! Tired, but great! And now I know to dig out my sweatshirt, because I finally checked the forecast and it’ll be 49 degrees tomorrow morning. Which is not, to put it mildly, t-shirt weather. And I may as well enjoy being outside while it’s still nice enough to do so.

I Really Can’t Wait For Monday

You don’t see that particular sentence written with any frequency, do you? People, as a general rule, hate Mondays – mostly because it’s the traditional first day of the work week, and it is a ritual to hate on your job and having to get back to it.

I try not to join in. I happen to like my job. But that’s neither here nor there. The point is, I’m really looking forward to Monday. Why? Because, after two weeks of inactivity, I’ll (finally) be getting back to my morning walk! I’ve really missed it, despite how insane it sounds to go for a 1.5 To 2 mike walk at 3 am. It starts my day off right, and I just feel better for having done it.

Of course, I also feel better for having taken the time to rest up and recover from being sick. So I’m not angry at myself or anything like that. I’m just eager to get back to exercising.

Speaking of exercising, I had a sort of “aaawww” moment with my son last night. We’re eating dinner (out, thanks to the chicken having taken a funny turn), and he puts down his taco and looks at me. “Dad,” he asks, “when you go exercise on the weekend, can I go too?”

“Sure,” I say, smiling. “How come.”

“Because I want to get more exercise. I want to be like you, daddy.”

How can you say no to that? But it was also a reminder that he’s watching what I do. So, I need to remember to stress that all of this work is about health, not just weight loss.

Well, That Could Have Been Worse…

Pop quiz time! Guess what the most important part of getting up to go walking at 3 am is. Is it:

A. Comfortable shoes?

B. A well-lit trail?

C. Laying everything out so you can find it in the morning?

D. Setting your alarm?

Any guesses? Any?

Time’s up. The correct answer is “D. Setting your alarm“. Which I managed to forget to do this morning. Fortunately, I’m so used to waking up around 3 am that I naturally woke up about 3:30. So, while I didn’t get my morning walk in, I did manage to get ready and even set up the crock pot for tonight (roast beef with potatoes and carrots – yum!).

Sadly, this will make hitting my walking goal harder, because evenings are usually a busy time for me. I’ll just have to see how things pan out.