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.


Three Hundred Twenty-Six Point Three

It’s only been a few days since my last post, but it feels like a lot has happened.  See, I wrapped up the level three Certified Professional Examination on Saturday, and it feels like a weight has fallen from my shoulders.  I slept better the past couple of days than I’ve slept in at least a month, well enough that I actually feel disoriented by being well-rested.

Yesterday, I got on the scales for the first time in a month.  Literally.  I mean, it was October 4 the last time I weighed in.  Back then, I was 323 pounds even (based on my scale).  Yesterday?  326.3, which you might think would make me upset.  But it didn’t.  See, I know for a fact that I haven’t been hitting any of my health goals other than walking for the last month.  I’ve overeaten to a significant degree, partly from stress and partly from fatigue, so it’s impressive to me that I only gained three pounds over the last month.

But I also know that I’m getting back on track, starting today.  And everyone in the family is joining in to help me.  For example, I’ve got my son excited about the prospect of staying home and cooking.  I told him that once my test was over, we wouldn’t be buying candy and desserts as much, but in exchange we would – every other week – make a dessert at home.  And between those times, we’d be eating more fruit.  He liked that.  I also told him we were going to be eating more vegetables as part of eating at home, and his immediate response was to list off the vegetables he likes to eat:  raw carrots and raw broccoli, dipped in ranch dressing.  My response was that we’d be eating more than just that, but we’d certainly have those as well (I’m not going to discourage my 7 year old if he wants a vegetable).

He also gets to pick out one meal a week, which we’re doing by going through cookbooks and looking at pictures and talking about the recipes we find.  This week, as a result, I’m making a blackberry french toast casserole for dinner some night.  It actually looks pretty good, if carb heavy.  I’ll need to work out the calorie cost on that one in advance.

It’s not all food, though.  I’m getting back to my exercises now as well, since I’ll have my afternoons free again.  I get off work at 1:30 most days, after all, and my wife and son don’t get home until nearly 4, so that gives me some time to work out and/or spin my staff.  Also, our plan is to go on family walks each night that the weather is good.  And if it isn’t good?  Well, then we’ll go to the workout room in our complex and hit the treadmill while our son plays on his tablet or tries out the exercise bike.

I am excited about this!

42 Degrees

I’ve hit my limit, I think. I got up this morning, fully planning to go walking, and checked the temperature. 42 degrees. “Wow, that’s cold,” I thought. “But I’ll give it a try anyway.” Then I got outside.

Yeah. At 3:15 am, 42 degrees is way too cold. So, despite my misgivings, I hit the treadmill.

Yeah, they’re still boring. I got my morning walk in, but it took a whole lot of mental effort. Staring at my reflection as I walk in place for half an hour is utterly tedious.

5K Training, Week Two

I am tired. In a good way, mind, but tired.

This week was week two of the Zombies Run! 5K Training app, and it consisted of the following:

  • 10 minutes walking
  • 5 repetitions of a 1 minute walk followed by a 30 second run and then 5 heel lifts (to stretch the calves)
  • 10 more minutes walking

As mentioned before, I’m picking up the pace a little from week one. Walking is 3.1 mph, and the running is 4.1 mph. My aim is to hit a 4 mph sustained run by the end, hold that for a while, and then start building towards a 10 minute mile (6 mph).

For now, though, a 15 minute mile is a good target. Particularly since my current pace leaves me drenched with sweat. My calves ache, too. Not badly, certainly not the “carved from wood” pain from when I started walking, but I feel them.

And, starting Monday? Week three. Wish me luck!

Checking In With The Monster

A week ago, I mentioned that I had installed an app called The Walking Monster, which is pretty much what it sounds like. A cartoon monster that stalks you, walking at a starting pace of 4,000 steps a day and getting 10 steps faster each day. It’s kind of a cute little thing, and I’m having fun with it.

Last week, I was 6,643 steps ahead when I posted about it. Today I’m, let’s see…

Hmm. That’s just a bit of a lead. I’m sort of idly curious about how long I can keep going before I “die”. Also, when I first thought about writing this post, I had some sort of vague idea about trying to use the monster as s metaphor for… something. Fears, or challenges, or maybe mortality. But, to be honest, I’m just not feeling it. It’s just a silly little game, and there doesn’t need to be any deeper meaning.

I also broke 15,000 steps again, yesterday. 15,507 steps, to be precise. That’s 7.81 miles by my FitBit, and I’m sort of glad I didn’t notice that mile count last night. I was tired, and I’m pretty sure I’d have talked myself into hitting the extra distance needed to break 8 miles.

Heck, I know I’d have tried. Just so I could make an extremely dated Eminem joke for my title this morning. And nobody wants that.


I’m back on my 5K training! I won’t say I’m fast or anything, but that’s not important. Not yet, anyway. No, what’s important is that I’m doing it. And I’m pushing my self to go a little faster each week. Week one (two weeks ago), I set my average pace at 3 miles per hour with the interval running at 4 mph. For week two, average is 3.1 mph with the interval running at 4.1 mph. My goal is to be up to an average speed of 4 mph by the end of week 8 – aggressive, sure, but I think I can do it.

Running. Who’d have seen it, back when I started? (Well, Maybe I’m being disingenuous. I remember thinking, more than once after I got in the stride of walking, that I might have to start running eventually. If for no other reason then the need to not spend the whole day walking to hit goal.)

As far as the title is concerned- 15,146 – that was my step count from yesterday. Around the time I was getting ready for bed, I happened to notice that I was at 14,600 steps. Well, I decided that it might be nice to break 15,000, since I was so close. So I marched around my living room for a while. It felt ridiculous, but I made it.

Heck. Maybe I’ll manage it again today.

Set Engines To Idle

I’m feeling pretty lazy today.

Oh, don’t get me wrong. I still hit my walking goal and did my exercises yesterday. And I still got up at 3 am to go walking, and I’m still planning to hit my 5.5 miles today. But I’m three days out from a week’s vacation, and my mind really isn’t on much of anything but taking it easy. Sleeping in, everyday (maybe as late as 5 or even 6 am…) and not having to do much of anything.

It sounds great.

Of course, clearly I need to get there first. Tomorrow and Friday are going to feel rough.