Wednesday, December 12, 2012
Fun fact, you can eat an entire package of Grasshopper cookies (Keebler's version of the Thin Mint) in a day and likely stay below your calorie goal. Granted, you'd be foodbored by the end of the day, as the package would cost around 1400 calories, leaving little room for anything other than the glasses of milk that by rights must accompany such a cookie binge. But perhaps you'd be floating on a cloud of chocolate mint bliss and simply fail to notice?
Of course, it wouldn't exactly constitute a balanced diet, and the balance that so many of obsess over (the evil number demon aka the scale) might not report happily after that sort of lapse, but if the bottom line for weight loss is simply caloric deficit, you could rationalize a single day giving in to those darn elves.
(Mind you, I'm not rationalizing any such thing, as I had 4 cookies and a glass of milk before heading to bed. As tonight seems to be a night where sleep will come hours after reaching said bed, I'll have to defend against an encore performance, but I suspect that won't be difficult tonight.)
Problem is, with every bit of information you assimilate, the grays often become more pronounced. In this case, the confusion has root in the idea that muscle is good for burning more calories, and the articles I glanced through yesterday which suggested that in order to build muscle, an overabundance of calories, in addition to actual strength training, was required. Obviously, I need to do more reading, and open myself up to risk of further confusion. But I am now curious as to what the best strategy for long term success is, and whether a given weight should not be considered the final destination.
In practical terms, I am wondering how much muscle I might have lost in the weight loss over the past year, and whether to push on to my current goal of 165 (and beyond?), or if it would be better to refocus efforts towards strength training? In impractical terms, I'm wishing it were possible to produce green flames by throwing mint cookies into a fire.
Tuesday, December 11, 2012
Once upon a time, I used to be able to write, after some fashion or another. I wrote editorials for the the Michigan Daily for a couple of years during undergrad. My first grad stint, the fine folks at Wayne State's The South End were crazy enough to put my name and picture next to my wild ramblings. Somewhere along the way, I became a reviewer for the now defunct music site music-reviewer.com, and when I come across an old review on a dusty cd-r from ages ago, I'm often surprised at how coherent my thoughts were at one time. As is the case with muscle, though, lack of exercise has left any writing abilities I may have once possessed (not that I claim to ever have been any good...just coherent!) rather flabby. I think, recently, I might have been trying to practice some of those old skills. I wasn't doing so purposefully, but in glancing back over a few recent blog entries, I see a hint of the way I used to scribble, with observations couched in a larger framework derived from a day's events. The 'three dog night' entry from Sunday, especially, reminds me of those South End days.
One of these days, I might have to actually try and craft a blog post, as opposed to rambling on in the middle of the night, as most of these efforts have been. I'm a bit curious as to whether that ability has abandoned me entirely, or merely lies dormant somewhere within the dusty inner space of my brain? Or, perhaps more accurately tonight, drowned in the grease clogged regions of my arteries. I happened to crash some dear friends' anime night gathering, for the purpose of hanging out with these people before I ran away. Sadly, due to illnesses, a couple of the people I was hoping to see didn't make it, and as a result, no anime was happening. No matter, it's not an art form I appreciate much. Besides, the lack of on screen entertainment gave me the chance to just spend the evening talking with my friends, plus one new person I'd met only briefly before. A bit sad I won't get a chance to get to know her.
They had enough food to withstand my semi-announced crashing, so I grabbed a small share of the grub, which kept me going for a couple of hours. As the gathering wound up, however, a bit of hunger started gnawing at me. I agreed to give the new person a ride home, as I was the only other person at the gathering who didn't live at the residence where it was held. The extra 15 minutes of driving helped shape the decision to pause at Taco Bell on the way home. The abundance of advertising helped drive me towards picking the XXL steak nachos rather than something smaller. I was, indeed, hungry, as I'd gone to the gym prior to heading over to anime night, and I'd grabbed less than a full share out of politeness. But I wasn't XXL hungry, and a few hours later, I'm slightly regretting the overkill, even as I giggle at these steak flavored hiccups I'm suffering.
Oh well, what's done is done and tomorrow, it'll get flushed. And now, to sleep, and dream tomorrow into being.
Monday, December 10, 2012
Starting to remember dreams after I wake, it's twice in a couple of months it's happened, when the usual rate seemed to be once every two years. But of course, that could be a product of faulty memory in and of itself. Anyway, after about 4 hours of sleep, I woke from a dream of a carousel breaking apart. Rather than do the smart thing of rolling over and going back to sleep, I reached for the phone to soon the darn wheel. 56 day streak, don'tcha know? Feel like DiMaggio. But then I saw on the friend feed that someone listed a blog and it had links, and those links had links and now it's an hour later and I'm awake. Must say, I've developed some bad habits that I'd be well off unlearning.
Anyway, this early AM, I'm musing on the bounty of gym visits I've harvested in the past 6 weeks. In this space, I've previously noted how I'd hardly ever go to the gym when I lived 2 miles away, and am making the effort now that I'm 8 miles away. Hoping to continue going to the gym when I get to Michigan, but we'll see if that happens. Need to replace ugly t shirt with some other carrot, for one thing.
Having gone to the gym so often, Sunday's trip seemed a little tame. About a half hour on the stationary bike, the same on the elliptical, 10 minutes rowing. Didn't shoot a basketball or hit the punching bag, thought about doing exercise ball stuff ( crunches, largely) but declined for going home to watch the Lions and Packers play.
On the drive home, I'm thinking to myself, wow, what a slacker I was today. And it took a couple of minutes to cut through that thought and realize that two months ago, my reaction would have been more along the lines of "good job getting to the gym woo hoo".
Now, I'm not entirely sure that this is a good thing. The accelerated pace is borough on entirely by the need to go often enough to get that t shirt before I move away. If I hadn't been on the verge of moving, I think I'd still go more often because of that dangling prize, but it'd be at a much much more relaxed pace. And as such, even if I find and join a gym in Michigan soon, I'm unlikely to recreate the 4-5 times a week pace I've been hitting lately. Curious how I'll react then, given the (mild) self-critism I found myself indulging in when, objectively, I did put in an hour of exercise.
Given the thoughts above, is the key here that it was an hour, or that the nature of the hour might not have been as intense as recent such hours. My answer's probably changed from a couple of months ago, and might be different yet a couple of months hence.
One other thought occurring to me and needing recording lest I forget about it before I next wake up: despite all this recent exercise...I DON'T love exercise. I don't have a need to get to the gym, except for the incentive mentioned ad nauseum. Fear that's a recipe for backsliding.
Sunday, December 09, 2012
Had lunch with a friend Saturday. I got to pick the place, so I went with the Free House, so I could get an ABLT. The owners of that place also run my favorite bar in town, and the ABLT at the bar (The Library) has avocado paste, and one can order Cajun fries on the side. The Free House is a slightly fancier place, with a couple of different bar areas, with distinct looks, and a trio of dining spaces. The ABLT there is similarly upscale with sliced avocado instead of the paste. And, instead of cajun fries, they have garlic parmesan fries with parmesan flakes rather than sprinkles adorning the fries. Delicious stuff, less friendly dietarily than the Cajun fries, I suspect. But no matter, it's what I went there for and its what I got.
I got there a few minutes before my friend, was seated, asked for some water to start. Now, this is a place with quite a good selection of beers from around Wisconsin, and I'd intended to grab one...but I never quite got around to it. It wasn't because we had a quick lunch, as we were there nearly three hours. Might have had something to do with the idea that I was going to the gym afterwards, something that didn't end up happening. Maybe it had to do with the hint of downward scale movement that morning and not wanting to jinx that. Not sure, really. It didn't have to do with the topics discussed, as we were in full ramble mode. Lots of discussion about her golden retriever puppy, as he's a relatively new addition. I guess I just never got around to grabbing that beer.
After lunch (getting on toward 4 pm, as we met at 1), she asked if I wanted to meet the puppy and of course I said yes. Ended up hanging out with her the rest of the day, and playing with not just her golden, but her housemate's Pomeranian, and a mini black poodle they were dog sitting. Lots of puppy love Saturday, just a wonderful relaxing day...at least until a couple more of our friends showed up and we watched the Da Vinci Code. The movie was a lot better than I remembered it being, and I might be tempted to stop the next time I see it on TV.
The weird thing about the day was that lunch was the heavy meal of the day. After we returned to my friend's place, we didn't have a specific "meal" for dinner. Her diet is relatively spartan due to a host of allergies and intolerances, and so when she first got hungry in the evening, she microwaved a steamer bag of broccoli, and that was essentially the main course. Broccoli with some garlic salt (I was offered more condiments, but half the time, I'm satisfied with garlic and pepper...case of simple tastes rather than rude host!). Later, we did a quick grocery store run, to grab a couple things before the other friends showed up. We went by the deli counter, but nothing looked great. I'd had a heavy and later than usual lunch, and a bowl of broccoli, so I just grabbed a bit of yogurt, and that ended up being the second course of my evening, with frozen yogurt as a dessert. It was rather strange for me, as I'm usually doing the traditional heaviest meal in the evening thing, but I wasn't ever really hungry in the evening, so it felt fine. Maybe it was a case of being distracted by the dogs?
Never did make it to the gym, leaving me 6 days for the four visits I need for the ugly t shirt. Suspect I can get there, despite social engagements and other obligations. I have put in too much sweat not to collect on this prize, dubious though it may be!
Friday, December 07, 2012
If you ask me about places I'll miss in Madison after I move away, a food pantry will be near the top of the list. The name of the place is The River, located near the airport in Madison. I've been fortunate enough to not need to be a client of the pantry, despite unenployment. Instead, it is one of those places that you can go to, help out in a small way, and feel good about both for yourself, and for the crucial good it does for those it helps.
It's a place that certainly faith based, but doesn't club you over the head with that aspect of its function. That's something I definitely have appreciated over the years, due to my own not very religious tendencies. Funny thing, I first volunteered there when tagging along with an ex girlfriend's church life group, and I continued going there even after that relationship ended over issue of religion. I don't think its something I would have continued doing if the religious aspect was an in your face presence, as can be the case at other food pantries (especially those associated with specific churches, which is understandable).
Basically, it's a place I looked forward to getting to whenever I could, even when it meant a 45 minute commute through rush hour traffic on a Friday from my previous job. It's a place that I've volunteered at since 2006 or 2007, and tonight was the last time I'll go there on a Friday, the busiest session of the week. I'm planning on going to one of the midweek sessions next week, to get one last little fix of the good people who run the place, Andy and Jenny Czerkas, who've won awards for their work at the River. But I'm a little sad right now, because I'll definitely miss the River and its people.
Hoping to find something similar in the Ann Arbor area.
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