Saturday, July 28, 2012
Started the month a certain number of spark points away from the next level (5500 pts) and thought, I want get there. So I did. Meant reading a few more articles, taking a few more quizzes, not too much extra time, but a bit. And now I'm curious whether the extra time spent perusing the site, in general, does translate into better habits? I don't think that's the case for me. I mean, i've been peeking at SP 10 months now, and slight alterations in routines are already there, even if I can't claim them to be locked in habits. I', down about 2.5 lbs this month, if starting from the 189 lb baseline, but...even including the +7 lb month of May, I've lost an average of 2.5 lbs per month since I started.
I suspect that having hit that point number, I won't be taking the extra minute(s) to take a poll or do trivia the next month, and I suspect further that it really won't affect how I act in regards to what I do for my health. I suspect even further, though, that new roommates, and certain friends moving to town might have a deleterious effect on the scale numbers. I'll have to try guarding against that.
Would love to hear whether, in your own experience, spending more time poking around this site helps you lock in habits for your health.
And now, to hit post, and see what the Level 8 medal looks like.
Tuesday, July 24, 2012
I began the week at the dentist's office, going in for a cleaning and emerging with a filling. First cavity since, as far as I can recall, the 80s. So I walked around half the day (4-5 hours, anyway) with half my jaw numb, thinking, hey, I could bite my tongue, and not even feel it...until later. You might say that was a less than auspicious start to the week, but it was at least amusing, if only for the fact that I kept wanting to check the mirror to make sure the left side of the face wasn't all swelled up. Other than hurting to chew when the anesthetic wore off (who knew the gums aren't fond of being poked with needles?), it really wasn't a problem, and getting the filling done saves me another trip back to the dentist.
Later on, I went to see The Dark Knight Rises, and I have to say, I enjoyed this film the most out of Nolan's trilogy of Batman movies. There were, shall we say (and this might be a spoiler, so skip the next couple of lines if that matters to you) Dickensian touches along the way that I noticed, and the allusions were confirmed at the end, in a moment that was at once thrilling and tragic. (Google further confirmed what I thought afterwards). While I don't go to the movies all that often, that doesn't diminish the fact that The Dark Knight Rises was the most I've been involved in a movie while watching it in a theater in years.
I probably should give "The Dark Knight" another shot, since I've only watched it once, and I was kind of rooting for the Joker to win. The lesson there, I suppose, being, "Don't watch 'ambiguously good versus apocalyptic evil' movies in the wake of a break up, as you might finding yourself cheering on the end of the world."
Ended the evening at the High Noon Saloon, to catch the band Skeletonwitch. Knew what I was getting with those guys, I've seen them play before, and they put on a decent show. The highlight of the evening, though, was the band Barn Burner, a stoner/thrashy Canadian outfit that just ripped up the stage. Local openers Romero also entertained with their sludgy stoner groove. All in all, a solid night of metal to bring an interesting Monday to a satisfying end.
Sunday, July 22, 2012
Not a huge walk, just a quick 10 minute jaunt, headed into the park a bit, listened to the frogs and other night time creatures sing their songs. It was dark, other than the brightly lit oasis in the middle, so the stars were shining, but I'd stepped out without my glasses, so many were hidden from my sight. I didn't really intend to go out there, either, stepping foot out of my apartment to throw away a couple bags of trash that were ready to go many hours ago, but just sat there mocking me until finally, I had to take them to the dumpster, or I might not have been able to sleep. And when I was at the dumpster, why, it seemed only natural that I venture out of door, and once I was out of doors, it seemed only natural that I not return immediately to my apartment. So I turned my step towards the park.
The temperature was perfect for the trip, mid-70s, the lightest of breezes caressing my limbs, the kind of weather you dream of when you dream of that perfect summer day. The creatures were out in fine force, the croaking of a few anchored by the deep bass burps of others, with the nighttime hum providing that soothing counterpoint. The darkness was comforting, but not absolute, and I could have gone deeper into the park, but the feeling that I was trespassing on the creatures' domain turned me away.
Returning to the lights of my apartment building, and then inside where I'd left three or four lights glowing, I'm a bit disappointed to find my utterly wide awake. It's been a while since I've slept a normal (11 pm - 7 AM?) schedule, though I often do take a full 8 hours. Having a dentist appointment at 8 AM on Monday might shock me back into that facade of normalcy, but then again, I've never had an issue falling asleep even as a dentist scrapes away at my canines and molars. Easier to check out than to listen to that scraping, I suppose.
But for now, creeping toward 4 AM, I'm horribly awake and ruing insomnia. Wait a second...I know what might cure that! I'll turn on the TV and watch the British Open! Golf on TV...someone should bottle it, and sell it beside melatonin as a sleep aid.
I'll let you know in an hour if it didn't work...or in 8 if it did!
Thursday, July 19, 2012
Never did manage to scribble down relevant numbers at the start of this trip, other than that big scarlet numeral of the weight. Was thinking the other day that I was curious about the size of this and that portion of my anatomy, so when I found myself in target last night, I looked for a tape measure. The meager hardware section had a few, but those were all of the sort that I actually have (not that I can find it), the metalized, hard edged tape measure. Upon asking after a soft tape measure, I was directed to where sewing materials were, and I found one there (in pink, natch) for two bucks and change, half the price of the other ones I was looking at.
Putting these numbers out there for posterity's sake, in hope of revisiting them down the road, and scoffing at 'em.
43" - Belly relaxed (not sucked in, not expanded)
41.5" at the hips
24" mid thigh, both sides, relaxed and standing
15.25" both calves, relaxed
12.5" left upper arm
13" right upper arm
7" both wrists
10" both forearms
8.5" both ankles
Hmm, what else can I measure?
15.5" at the neck
22" forehead...and now I'm curious if my head has expanded over the year.
I do carry most of my weight in the midsection, but the body shape is arguably more ectomorphic (if I'm applying the wikipedia definition correctly) than apple shaped, as the reason for the larger belly as compared to the hips is that my stomach extrudes further forward than my butt does to the rear.
I've taken a few pics here and there along the way, but haven't been able to bring myself to post them publicly. Not entirely sure why, I do tend to spew more on this blog than elsewise, and if there's a safe spot to do so, this would be it (you know, with appropriate privacy measures in place). But, nope, not yet. Maybe when I get to "after".
Wednesday, July 18, 2012
The scale was kind this morning, showing a number not too far away from where I was at the end of April, when dreams of reaching the goal weight swirled betwixt the tendrils of thought roaming my brainspace. Didn't really help matters much by going to Quiznos for dinner, I'm sure, but once again I'm reminded of the importance of perspective, as the number, in and of itself, was just 2-3 lbs lighter than a number I was kvetching about just a week or two ago.
Looking into the mirror, I also tend to whine to myself about the face staring back at me. Perhaps it's the result of seeing it day after day after day, but I think it looks pretty much in line with my age, and certainly older than it looked ten years ago. But then I keep hearing from people that they totally wouldn't have guessed how old I was. So maybe there's a bit of "feeling old on purpose for the ego boost of hearing how not old I actually look to others" going on?
The most recent example of this occurred out on the frisbee field last week, where a teammate was bemoaning that another former teammate no longer played with out squad, as that made him the oldest Ass Clown (the team's name is No Talent Ass Clowns, as derived from Office Space's Michael Bolton bemoaning his musical namesake's fame making his life hell). I asked him how old he was, and with a chagrined look on his face, he admitted that he was 32, going on 33 (his birthday is this week, apparently). I gave him a look, and said that he wasn't even close to the oldest. Seeing a couple of quizzical glances, as I was one of only three new members of the team this summer, I told them I'd hit 37 in May, and was rewarded with a couple of astonished looks, and a couple of the women saying things along the line of, "I never would have guessed."
I promise, I don't set up conversations to get those reactions. But I do admit to thoroughly enjoying them when they come around.
And I still go home and see that verge of middle aged man in the mirror. Not sure why that is, when I get, like I said, quite a bit of feedback to the contrary.
Rush - "One Little Victory"
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