Tuesday, September 18, 2012
I just updated my status with the observation that I was stumbling toward the 1 year mark on Spark, and thought that thought could stand a bit more fleshing out. I mark that anniversary probably late next week (Class of sept 25-Oct 1 from last year, so using 9/25, in lieu of more specific knowledge). I've had a goodly share of ups and downs weight wise, over those nearly 365 days, but I'm glad to not that the initial goal of shedding 25 lbs has more or less been accomplished - the 180 lb barrier has been breached a couple of times, but it hasn't quite stuck yet, so I don't consider that official. But I've been sub-185 for a good few weeks now.
As nice as that is, it also points out the barrier to any further weight loss. In a word, it might be defined as apathy. I got to certain point along the way and allowed myself to slack in the knowledge that I knew how to recover. This latest bit of apathy has struck at the point of accomplishing my goal, and yet, instead of pushing myself across that line and basking in the accomplishment, I seem content to have more or less done it. I say that, even though my weight hasn't significantly increased over the past two weeks, I also haven't done a lick of what I'd consider exercise. I have thought about it of multiple occasion, and just haven't managed to push myself into doing anything. Rather annoying,really, but there you have it.
That said, I guess it is time to figure out the next goal....I'll finish the first year of sparking down about 22-25 lbs, and while I don't anticipate a similar result the next year (had a bit of "easy" weight at the start of the trip) I think I might be able to lose another 10 to 15 lbs, and return to the 165 lbs I weighed a decade ago.
Of course, potential life changes could knock those plans way off kilter...but then again, those same factors that lead me to allow slacking off on occasion would still hold true: after a year poking around this site, I seem to have picked up a clue on how to combat those lapses, and I think I could handle even more backsliding, were it to occur.
Don't anticipate that would be the case, but it's nice to have those weapons in the arsenal!
Monday, September 10, 2012
Being bad(ish) today, foodwise, Doritos and soda pop forming the staples of today's diet. Oh, and Cinnamon Toast Crunch. Umm, oops. I'm sure the scale will punish me appropriately next week, especially since I'm looking at what ought to be a fun weekend. A couple of friends got married back in June, and will be having their reception/party this weekend - they rented out all the campsites at a county park a few miles south of Madison! Looking forward to it, not least because as bad as I am at keeping in touch with people, I haven't seen those two nearly often enough this year, let alone other friends I know primarily through them.
But it's not just those second degree people that I haven't seen, it's also people I used to hang out with on semi-regular occasion, from the previous job, that I've lost touch with. Might see a couple of those people this weekend, hope it isn't awkward. Guess I'll find out.
Wish I'd done a few things, and few things differently this summer. But that time's done and gone, time to move on, eh? Forward we go.
Monday, September 03, 2012
Opened up this window, and then forgot why. So you get a Family Guy reference.
Spent the last few days with my brother and sis-in-law, or, more importantly, with my 15 month old nephew. Good times. Look forward to seeing how many more words he adds to his vocabulary the next time I make it back over here.
Spent a lot of the time I've been here eating, or so it's felt like. The scale is reflecting the damage, though, it's been moderated the last couple of days, as well as the fact that I seem to be having stomach issues. After not having puked without being sick for ages, I've now done so twice. Seems like the eating of juicy things at the end of a meal (cucumbers, and watermelon, the second time) isn't treating the tummy well. Will have to keep an eye out on that, it's weirding me out.
Will spend another day or two with the parents before heading back to Madison. Have been in an unsocial mood, just not wanting to catch up with anyone on this trip. Not entirely sure what that's about, but there you have it.
Wednesday, August 29, 2012
So, got access to a scale I trust, and the psycho scale might not be all that far off. I still doubt I gained 8 lbs in 8.5 hours of travelling, but I may well have put on 6 lbs in 5 days. Probably half of that in pizza over the past hour, so I'm sweating it exactly not a whit, but, still and all, annoying to see the number creeping upwards so soon. Since I'm slated to stick around another 5 days or so, hoping don't replicate the 7 lb increase that occurred the last time I wandered back to see the parents/bro and sis in law/nephew (especially the latter, no matter how much he's protesting having to go to sleep right at this moment).
Recollection triggered by an event yesterday: when I was a kid, I used to call cucumbers "pukeumbers", because they often made me heave. I liked them enough that I'd try them again and again, and on too many occasions, I lost, so eventually, I took the hint. This was different from, say, bananas, which I didn't like and also made me queasy. But eventually, I took a shot at both cukes and bananas, and found they didn't really bother me anymore. Except the last couple of years, every once in a while, cucumbers bug me a bit, and last night, I ate dinner, finished it off with fresh cukes from my dad's garden, and, well, remember what I called 'em as a kid? Yeah.
Anyway, I'll wake up tomorrow, and the weight will be 184ish, and I'll still be annoyed, but it's better than 188. I guess.
Monday, August 27, 2012
The scale at home (Madison) said 180.0 before I left. It's not real, I'm not declaring any goal met or anything of the sort, but it's close. The scale at the parent's house when I got home (Michigan) said 188, after a 8.5 hour, traffic scarred journey. There was a stop at White Castle involved. There were approximate 40 ounces of pop imbibed, and some Cheetos crunched. I rather doubt I packed on a pound an hour during the day yesterday, even if sitting more or less stationary behind a wheel. But still, not having any other scale to contradict what I see...
Will be travelling to the brother's house Wednesday, hope his scale calls my parents' scale a bit fat liar. Then again, being back in this old house, I find myself raiding the cupboard. Somehow, it's not nearly the burden here to creep down the stairs as it is in my place in Madison. Familiarity, perhaps?
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