Thursday, February 14, 2013
No, Iím not bitter. Thatís only been the case once, really, even though Iíve been unattached far more than not on Valentineís Day, a celebration of a guy getting lynched and beheaded. Okay, maybe twice on the bitterness front. One year I got dumped just three weeks prior, so that one was a given, and the year after, there was residual angst. Anyway, I get to spend a cheap day doing nothing while other guys lay out a pretty penny on flowers (with prices jacked up 2 or 3 times) and candy and various other sundries.
Iím always amused by the tales of huge workouts and careful eating resulting in weight gains, as contrasted to laissez faire food choices and minimal exercise leading to losses. Iím pretty sure weíve all been there, at one point or another. Iíd like to think it all evens out in the end, leaving the real scale movement to the combinations that make sense (ie better food and exercise equals losses, and, I suppose, vice versa).
Todayís a ďI just donít wannaĒ day, in terms of exercise, or getting to the gym. Still have 4-5 hours to remedy that before the gym closes, see if I can roust myself. If I need an excuse, Iíll point to my right eye. I poked myself in it yesterday, and while no damage was incurred upon the eyeball itself, I somehow managed to scratch the outside of the eyelid in three spots. One of those, ďYou donít realize how often you touch your face until you cause (very minor) injury to one of the spots that gets hit over and over and over againĒ incidents.
Going to the favorites well with music today, the last couple hours spent listening to Rush. Thought Iíd share an instrumental with you folks, ďLa Villa StrangiatoĒ. Itís subtitled ďAn Exercise in Self-IndulgenceĒ, which might cause eye rolls amongst non fans who already view these Canadiansí work as self-indulgent. To which I have a 6 word rejoinder: Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. And that might be the last time you see me reference that institution positively. Although, if I ever make it down to Cleveland to check it out, I reserve the right to repeat that statement.
Last thought, it was 9 years and 1 day ago, 2/13/04, that I went skiing for the first and only time in my life. I bring this up because a couple of years ago, I found a receipt from that day, as well as liability waiver Iíd signed, on which I listed my weight as 165 lbs. Thatís my goal for the end of the year. Ten years after that day, 2/13/2014, I want to weigh the same as I did on 2/13/2004. Or less. I guess I wouldnít mind that, either.
And now Iím having flashbacks to the year 2000, during physical therapy after ACL surgery, when I hopped on a scale with my withered leg, and it showed 158 lbs, and the nurse expressed surprise, saying she never would have guessed I weighed that much just looking at me. The whole skinny fatness thing, pounds hidden in the trunk while the arms/legs/face looked ok. Years later, the face, at least, had caught up with the reality, leading, in part, to my popping in here.
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
Gym, tan, laundry, that's one of that show's enduring mottos. Only managed to do one of the three today, the laundry part. Didn't go to the gym, a somewhat planned omission; after all, I'd been there the previous 4 days. Bigger reason, I was sore after playing ultimate and pickleball on Tuesday. As for the tan part...glance over at my user pic, and you might understand why it's rather optional in my case.
After musing just yesterday about what getting a job might mean for gym visits, I spent a large part of today contemplating applying for employment that might mean travelling 4-5 days a week, and living out of hotels more often than sleeping in my own bed. Don't really know how good a candidate I'd be for that sort of thing, but between the compensation, and the continued unemployment, it's definitely an option. That said, it's an option fraught with challenges, as far as healthful activities and eating.
Definitely something to consider.
For the record, the scale read 175.8 this morning. I wouldn't ordinarily record it on Spark after a single reading at a new level, but since it's weigh in day for the BLC 21 thing, I entered it in the system. Realized then that I'd forgotten to put in the 178 from last week (that represented a gain of a pound from the previous week, but probably had to do as much with the fact that I failed to weigh in at the same time of day as I usually do as with the super bowl pizza splurge of the preceding weekend). As with all one day readings, haven't a clue if it's real. Didn't do myself any favors with the grocery trip I did this evening, wherein a few snackages made their way into my cart. But I will enjoy noshing on them. Did you know that with reduced fat Cheez-its, you get a whopping two more crackers per serving (29 vs 27!), with a 20 calorie deficit as compared to real Cheez-its? Sadly, they squander that advantage, and more, by just not tasting near enough to the real thing.
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.
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