That Was More Work Than I Expected

I hit all my goals yesterday!  I walked 6.24 miles in total, I came in under my calorie budget (only 2,166, even with eating out for dinner), and I got in all of my exercise!  I feel… well, to be honest, I feel just a little sore.  Not terribly, mind, but my thighs and calves are reminding me that it’s really been a while since I’ve done this much walking.  They don’t hurt, not really.  But I can feel them.

On today’s agenda is more of the same.  Hit my walking goal again, go to my personal trainer and do whatever brutal exercise regimen she’s come up with for me (I exaggerate, clearly), and eat within my calorie budget again.  All while studying for a major certification test for work and going to my guitar lessons.  Piece of cake, right?

Of course it is.

Things Are Turning Around

All right, so I wasn’t perfect last week.  So what?  You know what happened when I got on the scales on Saturday?  I was down 1.8 pounds.  That, right there, is progress.  And that progress didn’t come from perfection.  It just came from actually trying, from working hard and not giving up because I didn’t quite do everything.

Part of me, of course, is saying stupid things.  “You could have done better, if you’d just hit your calorie goals.”  “You could have lost more, if you’d just walked more.”  But that voice isn’t important, and it isn’t carrying the day.  Sure, maybe I could have done better.  But “maybes” and “perhapses” and “if onlys” and a $1.50 will get me a 20 oz Coke Zero out of a vending machine.  They aren’t worth anything, is what I’m saying, and I’m not going to indulge them

Now to do it again this week.  Because, as I keep trying to remind myself, I’m doing this for health, not just for weight loss.  I’m changing my life, not hitting a target and then stopping.  And I can see that life change, even if I haven’t yet hit my final goal.  Because I’m more than a hundred pounds lighter than I was when I started this project more than two years ago, and I’ve kept it off despite distractions and stress and illness and injury, and that is success.

Starting To Make A Little Progress Again

Clearly, last week paid off.  I’m down 1.8 lbs from my last recorded weigh-in, which is pretty good!  I chalk it up to hitting my calorie budget, to (mostly) hitting my exercise goals, and to making sure to walk even when I didn’t hit my full distance goal.  It’s nice to feel like I’m getting back on track, you know?

It’s still unseasonably warm here – like, in the low fifties (Fahrenheit) – so I took advantage of that yesterday to go to the park with my wife and son and some of our friends.  For a good two hours I followed around a six year old who thinks he’s sixteen, keeping up with him as he ran and jumped and ran and climbed and rolled.  And then we went Pokemon hunting.  A good time was had by all, and I barely felt the need to sit down the whole time.  So, yeah.  Signs of progress, right?  A year and a half ago, I’d have been dying.

And now, time to pick up the pace.  I intend to hit my walking goals every day this week, along with my exercise goals.  I’m feeling good about myself, and I need to keep this up!

Holidays All The Way Down

Originally, I was going to call this post “Two Days After Christmas”, in a nod to my last blog entry.  But then I thought about calling it “Two Days After Hanukkah” instead, because that particular holiday started on December 24th this year.  But then, the way my brain works, I started thinking I should look for a holiday that was two days from today, but that would have made the title either “Two Days To Kayin New Year” or “Two Days To Tick Tock Day“, neither of which would have made sense.  However, I also learned that – assuming the internet is to be believed – yesterday was a holiday named “Second Day of Christmas” in the Netherlands, which I’ll choose to believe is called Tweedekerstmis until informed otherwise.  Which will probably happen within the next few hours.

Anyway, it was a good weekend.  Plenty of time spent relaxing and visiting with family, and playing odd board games with my son, and drooling over the recipes in the lovely new cook book that was one of my gifts.  Oh, and according to my scale, I lost five pounds over the holiday weekend.

Wait, what?

Yeah.  See, I weighed in on Saturday at 310.2 lbs – a thing that did not make me a happy man.  But then, last night, something struck me.  I’d been on steroids for the past 10 days, as part of my treatment for bronchitis, and as of Saturday it had been only 24 hours since I took the last pill.  And steroids cause you to gain weight.  So, out of curiosity, I got on the scales this morning.

305.6 lbs.

So, yeah.  I’m actually 1.2 pounds lighter than I was before I started taking the steroids.  That felt good.  Really good.

So, have a Happy First Day of Kwanzaa and a Solemn Zartosht No-Diso, and I’ll see you all tomorrow!

Exercise is Coming! For Great Justice!

Back under 300!  And this time, I plan to keep the momentum up – Thanksgiving be damned!

All right, all right, that’s a little hyperbolic.  I admit it.  But, I’m feeling pretty good.  Really good, even.  Five pounds down last week, and I’ve got things set up to keep the momentum going this week.  I’ve got homemade breakfast burritos set up (packed with eggs and bacon and sausage and still coming in at just 389 calories each) in case I don’t get around to making breakfast at home, and I’ve got pre-packaged microwave lunches in case I don’t get around to making lunch at home, and I’ve got a plan for hitting my exercise goals!   This competition really is proving to be good for me  It isn’t inspiring me to do anything stupid (no crash diets here, thank you very much), but it is inspiring me to make sure I put in a serious effort.  Because, when I do that, it pays off.

Of course, I’m also feeling good because I had to go buy a new winter coat.  The one I had last year just doesn’t fit.  Heck, it barely fit last year – I could almost zip up my son in it with me.  So, this year?  Utterly out of the question.  But this new coat is two sizes smaller than the old one.  That was nice.  And it’ll come in handy, since I’ve had to scrape frost off my car windows for the second work day in a row.  Winter, as the meme says, is coming.


Is Game of Thrones even a thing any more?  I’m hardly at the cutting edge of pop culture (I still chuckle at “All Your Base are belong to us“).  But I guess that’s hardly relevant.  What is relevant is that winter is nearly here, and the cold weather is coming on, and I’ve even got a plan for that.  Walk inside my office, and hit the treadmill in the condo complex workout room, and keep up my goals!


…I told you I was an internet dinosaur.

I’m clearly in better shape than I realize

I went running yesterday.

For reasons I won’t go into here, I had a terrible need to burn off some adrenaline last night.  It was so obvious that my wife – who is as wise as she is beautiful – pretty much pushed me out the door to go walking.  And I was keyed up enough that I actually started jogging when I hit the outside stairs.  How far did I get?  About a quarter mile before my sinuses started punishing me for my temerity and I started coughing.  The next half mile was speed walking, and then I walked at my normal pace home.

It’s just now, hours later, that this fact is really kicking in.  I ran a quarter mile, and I possibly could have managed another quarter mile if my sinuses hadn’t rebelled.  I was breathing hard, yes, but I wasn’t gasping for breath and ready to pass out.  That may not sound like a lot, but in the face of where I was last July?  Heck, in the face of how I’ve been feeling about my progress the past few months?  That was amazing.

Still, I think I’ll wait until this sinus thing I’ve got clears up before I try it again.