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.

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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.

5K Training: Week One, Complete!

My legs haven’t been this sore in years. I mean, they aren’t as bad as when I first started walking when I first started trying to lose weight, but… ouch. Stiff and aching, and I hobble a little when I stand up after sitting a while.

Is it ridiculous that I’m enjoying the sensation? Because I am – it feels like proof that I’m working hard. Well, that and all the sweat. I’m usually soaked by the time I finish.

It’s also nice because it’s helping me easily hit my walking goals. I’ve been averaging about 7 miles a day this week, and (thanks to a family walk) hit 8.49 miles last night. Yes, I kind of collapsed into bed at the end of the day. I rather think I earned it.

All of this goes a long way towards giving me a feeling of confidence that I’ll be seeing some positive results when I get on the scale tomorrow! Particularly since yesterday is the first day this week that I missed my calorie budget, and I only went over by about 40 calories!

So, I get the weekend to rest up. Then, come Monday, the 5K training gets harder. I’m looking forward to it!

Success. That Has A Ring To It.

Things got a little silly for me over the weekend. My phone died, and I couldn’t replace it until yesterday, and I may have used that fact to justify some bad caloric behavior. I hang my head in shame. But I’m back up and running now, do I have no more excuses!

Also, Sunday, I hit a bit of positive news. Check this out:

What is that? Well, it’s my hand. And on that hand is a ring that I wore in college, but stopped wearing some 10 or 15 years ago because – thanks to gaining weight – it no longer fit. But it fits now! Woo-hoo!

Also, I made sure to get out walking this morning. And this was the view I had, as seen through Pokémon Go;

Koffing there was oddly cheery for 3:30 in the morning.

Climbing A Stairway To Heaven

Sometimes it's the little things that matter. Let me show you something.

That is the stairway from the cafeteria up to the ground floor in the building I work in. It's about 20 steps, with a landing halfway up, and it was the bane of my existence when I first started my exercise and weight loss program. Getting up those stares felt like a challenge, and I'd frequently have to stop for a second when I reached the top.

It occurred to me, just a few days ago, that now I just zip right up them without noticing, when I get back inside from walking on break. And I've been doing that for a while now.

Yeah, sure, that hardly makes me a triathlete or anything. But it's a nice little reminder that I am making progress.

Maybe, one of these days, I'll get a picture of the three floor spiral staircase in here. That one still leaves me a little winded, by the time I reach the top.

I’m Back. Again. For, Like, The Umpteenth Time.

Last week, clearly, was rough.  I learned (or, perhaps, realized) that I’m a stress eater.  The Tuesday after I learned about my grandmother’s death, I significantly overate.  I mean, I overate to the point that I didn’t bother tracking my calories because it would have just depressed me more.  And I didn’t bother with trying to hit my exercise goals, or walking, or anything.  The rest of the week I did better, though.  I didn’t quite hit my calorie goals until Thursday, but I hit my walking gaols every day except Tuesday.  By a significant amount, too:  I averaged 5.13 miles a day, which is pretty good for not trying on Tuesday and not holding myself to any sort of walking goal on weekends.

I lost 4.4 pounds, while I was at it.  So, again, I must have done more right than wrong.

Anyway, I’m hoping this week will be a whole lot better.  I’ve got breakfasts ready to go, and lunchmeat so that I can easily prep a lunch the night before (and easily work out the calorie count of my lunch…), and I’ve got plans to get out and walk.  Although, naturally, it’s been unseasonably cold the last few days.  Still, I’m going to go and walk anyway.  Because I’d like to see if I can manage another 4.4 pounds this week.

Not counting on that exact amount, mind.  But I definitely want to see continued progress!

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.