Tuesday, February 12, 2013
One of the things keeping me on track is the realization that losing weight is just a first step. The second, and more important step, one that is supposed to last for the rest of the life, is locking in the habits needed to keep the weight off. Not at all sure thatís occurred yet.
Iíve actually gotten in the habit of going to the gym regularly, driven first by the quest for the ugly t-shirt over the late October-mid December time frame, and then continuing after I got to Michigan. But I wonder if this is a habit that will survive either a) finding a fricking job, or b) summer months and outdoor activities.
The first factor is important because right now, I go to the gym as both a primary source of entertainment (cheap, or at least paid for up front, source of fun), as well as something to do other than scour the 21st century version of help wanted ads. The gaining of employment, while unreservedly a VERY GOOD THING, will cut into the going to the gym impulse. It will also limit when I can wander in there, thus limiting what activities I can participate in, and thus messing with the ďfunĒ aspect of the gym thing.
The latter is something that I see every year, no matter if Iíd gotten into a rudimentary habit of wandering to the gym during the winter, or not. When summer comes, and softballs and Frisbees are flying, I never went to the gym. That was mostly true even last summer, even after starting sparking. Other than a few times where I forced myself to go, the summer has been a barren times for gym visits over the years when Iíve held a membership during that time (since 2008, basically).
Right now, Iím taking advantage of the available time, and going often, at a clip surprising to myself, really. Part of it is the availability of activities that just werenít there at my previous gym, primarily pickleball, but lately, that running track, too. After the two mile wog last night, I went back this morning at 7 AM to play ultimate with the high school team that practices there on Tuesday mornings. One of the warmup drills is running 6-8 laps throwing Frisbees all the way, and my goal is to survive that by the time they stop doing their morning sessions in a few weeks. Because the two times Iíve joined them, I had to stop before I got through that warm up. At the end of the session, the coach sends his players up to the track for a 20 lap run. Iíve stayed below to play the game both weeks, but this morning, after the kids had left, I went on the track and went another two miles , half running, half walking, in 28:06 today.
Itís a thing, I guess. But I wonder if itís a thing that can survive the inevitable coming of summer, and of the employment thing, whenever that finally comes to pass.
Blog title from the Crimson Glory song, "Lost Reflection". Chosen not because I'm locked in any attic, but because when I thought of a title for this particular bit of reflection, that's what came to mind.
wog detail: W2 R2 W2 R2 W2 R2 W3 R4 W3 R2, time 28:06, Mile 1 in 13:49, mile 2 in 14:17. Yeah, I can be obsessive about details like that. But Iím primarily keeping track for posterity, just in case it sticks, so I can look back some day and laugh at these initial shambling shuffles. Hey, a guy can dream, canít he?
Monday, February 11, 2013
Legs aren't quite happy with me, but after suggesting yesterday that I should consider going for a longer distance than one mile of wogging, I went two this evening, broken down as follows (12 laps for a mile):
walk 1 lap, run 4 laps, W1 R3 W1 R2 W3 R3 W2 R3 W1
First mile in 11:15, ran for 3/4ths of it, second one in 13:36, half run, half walk. So total run of 1.25 miles. Felt like I could have kept going, though once I did stop, I sat and read a couple of magazine articles, and then came home rather than doing anything else at the gym (played an hour of pickleball before).
Been weirded out a bit lately by the phenomenon of eating dinner, and then feeling hungry again within an hour or two. No, I haven't had any chinese food lately, so that particular is-it-myth-or-reality question doesn't come in to play. It's not my usual pattern, as the snackaging cravings used to hit later on in the evening back in the day. Wondering if the fact that I've often going to the gym in the early evening, prior to dinner, is playing any role in that? I have a couple of other suspects/theories, but that's the leader in the clubhouse for now.
And since I started this post in a Sesame Street mode, only fitting that I leave that way, too.
Sunday, February 10, 2013
Played indoor volleyball this weekend, first time since early 2005. You know, before I hit my 30s? Saturday was fun. Sure, I had no idea where I was supposed to be moving on the court, but the people around me had no problem directing me, and actually letting me get involved. Today, less fun, as there were better skilled players on the less advanced court, and while they were fine with telling me where to go, they then treated that area as a black hole to never send the ball to. I pretty much stood around for three sets. Had one chance to hit the ball during the third, and I messed it up because, frankly, I was shocked the ball got sent my way, and I was slow to react. Played a 4th game, 3 on 3, screwed up often, and enjoyed it a lot.
Sorry, had to get that annoyance out of the system. Curious how I'll feel on Tuesday, the next opportunity to play v'ball, whether I'll bother.
Afterwards, went a mile alternating one walk lap and three jog laps, done in 11:49. Didn't have any issue running the quarter miles, but feel like I could string them together today. Not sure if it's mental or physical. Haven't gone beyond the mile yet, might be time to mess with increased distances.
Came home after that and watched the Harlem Globetrotters on espn. They used to get played on TV more often back in the day, and I made it to one of their games, must have been 2003 or 2004. Their shtick is still hilarious to me, even after all these years. I had to check, but. sadly, "The Harlem Globetrotters on Gilligan's Island" isn't available on netflix streaming.
Saturday, February 09, 2013
Öers, that is, crackers. The two syllable word wouldnít fit into the rhyme scheme of the song I was thinking of, ďCounting Out TimeĒ, by Genesis.
Not often a tune about oral sex gives inspiration for a weight loss related blog entry, but in this case, I happened to be reaching into a bag of cheez-its, and grabbing a handful, I found myself counting the number of crackers I had in hand. The reason is printed right there on every box, where it declares that a serving size is exactly 27 crackers, and my mind wandered off to the first verse of the song, ďIím counting out time/Got the whole thing down by numbers/All those numbers/give me guidance/oh lord I need that now.Ē
Instead of following Peter Gabriel to the bookstore for the manual, my brain thought instead of all the numbers we get to deal with in this journey, from the 8 glasses of water, to BMI and BMR and calorie counts, and the omnipresent digits of the scale. Itís the penultimate one that weighed on the mind this past evening, trying to figure out how much of a serving I was taking so as to properly record them in the tracker. Though a device that I largely ignored the first 15 months on spark, Iíve been using it more faithfully lately as part of the blc challenges. As with the water spiel yesterday, no immediate results have, umm, resulted, but Iíll keep going with it. The findings are interesting, if nothing else.
I'm curious, of all the digits and figures we have to pay attention to, which numbers bug you the most?
Friday, February 08, 2013
And if what you're drinking and drinking and drinking is alcoholic, the two events may just be related. But I'm talking about water, a substance that I'd had, until recently, real issues with in terms of drinking 8 cups per day. Lately, I've managed to do so, even if a couple of days required a late night glass (or two!) that may or may not have led to my waking up in the middle of the night and having to take a leak. The title of this blog comes from my realization, just now, that I've only managed to put away two glasses of water by 6:30 PM.
Frankly, it's due to just not noticing. I don't actively feel thirsty, I don't drink. And maybe I'm just a naturally well hydrated person, just like Sally Brown had her naturally curly hair. Whatever the reason, the lack of active thirst is largely responsible for my failure to drink 8 cups of water for more of the time I've been on the site. Over the past two weeks, I've made it a point to drink that water regardless. Haven't really seen any difference, really, my skin hasn't miraculously blossomed, my hair hasn't turned lustrous, and I certainly haven't suddenly smashed through the weight plateau. But I've done it anyway, and plan to do so, more or less, going forward. Today's just going to have to be one of those "less" days, cuz I don't feel like facing the H2O bloat of cramming down 50 aqua oz in the next few short hours.
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