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
…ers, that is, crackers. The two syllable word wouldn’t fit into the rhyme scheme of the song I was thinking of, “Counting Out Time”, 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, “I’m counting out time/Got the whole thing down by numbers/All those numbers/give me guidance/oh lord I need that now.”
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. It’s 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, I’ve 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 I’ll 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.
Thursday, February 07, 2013
Got the radio on, "Heat of the Moment" by Asia comes on, and that first line triggers a bit of thinking on the "how I got here" (weight wise) topic.
Little flashbacks to being a bit pudgy around the middle in high school, a soccer coach commenting on it while helping me off the pitch after an injury. Recalling back to college, and the all too infrequent trips to the gym. Remembering seeing a stat somewhere along the line that 25% of Americans eat out at least once a day, and scoffing at it at the time, and years later, remembering that info, and realizing that I totally fit the profile. Wonder what that percentage is up to now? Didn't help having a job that provided a cheap cafeteria with good (both taste and quality, if not always healthful), and using it for lunch daily, and then going out for dinner. Having an ex-girlfriend who could cook, and enjoying her efforts. All too infrequent gym trips through the first 60% of my 30s.
Yeah, that all added up. Sure, summers, I'd be playing ultimate frisbee and softball, and every now and again, I'd play a semi-regular game of basketball. But it didn't keep pace with what I was putting in me foodwise. It wasn't until I found this place that I really started paying attention to the details, rather than shoveling down whatever was in front of me. Granted, it hasn't entirely stopped me from shoveling down whatever's in front of me, but at least I'm paying attention to the details while wielding that shovel.
That said...I'm still not entirely sure to what degree the site itself is responsible. I mean, the information that's available here is also available elsewhere, whether it's the nutritional stuff or the exercise info. I just needed an excuse to do the right things, and I jumped in on spark at a point when I was ready to do so. The "FREE" nature of spark people certainly helped, as I suspect any effort at weight watchers would have been defeated by annoyance at having to pay for something that I wasn't entirely committed to. The fact that I could dabble around the edges, that certainly helped, too, letting me feel it out before deciding, yeah, this is useful.
Whatever the reason, however much of my success over the past 502 days is due to spark people as a website, I'm glad it exists. And if you're reading this, I'm glad you exist, too. Couldn't have done it without you.
Asia's version of the title song: www.youtube.com/watch?v=dYZq_
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