Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Today the siren song of hiking lured me to City Creek Canyon, a narrow road formerly open to cars, but now a mecca for walking, jogging, and biking (traffic is allowed on alternating days, but is light). I thought I'd see how the trails are coming along for hiking season (how much snow and mud).
I headed off the first connection to the Bonneville Shoreline Trail, figuring if it was bad I'd turn around after a hundred yards. There was a little mud here and there, but otherwise it was great. I started out at 5 calories a minute. The trail paralleled the road, the BST branching off. No snow to be seen, I was very pleased, thinking I'd have to try a "real" trail very soon. After a half hour (my calorie burn reaching 7.9 a minute) a spur of the trail lead back to the road and I encountered my first snow - time to head back on the road. On the way down the canyon I was rather bemused to see that the calorie burn continued to climb to 8.5 a minute.
I got back to the gate, stopped and looked at the map, and became aware that me keys were not in my pocket. I had removed my jacket and tied it around my waist after I got warm. I groaned and exclaimed about my missing keys. A fellow just passing the gate volunteered to help and together we traced the entire route.
The second time around took the same time, but I had 17 minutes register in the vigorous range and the calories burn went up to 8.8 a minute. At one point he commented that it was too bad I couldn't just summon the keys. "Assio keys!" I called out. Well, it works for Harry Potter, but then I forgot to bring my magic wand. No sign of keys anywhere, no one going up or down has seen any.
I got to the bottom again. There are the keys on the front seat of my car. Well, maybe I can summon them to the car. They must have fallen out of the pocket before I got out of the car.
So the first hike of the season was immediately followed by an encore.
Total calories burned: 1020
Approximate Distance: 5 miles
Time: 2 hours
Not too bad. I hope that it's a sign that the weight lost since the end of last season is going make me faster, because I was verry verry slow last year!
Thursday, February 03, 2011
I was watching the weigh in of the teams on the Biggest Loser when it struck me: I was identifying with the the 280 pound gal instead of her 220 pound partner. I'm going on 8 months in my weight loss journey and on a good day I've lost 59 pounds (just past the 20% of my starting weight mark) and dropped from the ranks of the morbidly obese.
My concept of what I look like is very confused. Some of the gals I think look like me, or at least Morbidly Obese Me range between 220 and 330!
Old Me is lurking around corners, trying to assert her dominance: Omar the Tentmaker Coutourier Fashions, hmm, how about 2 Big Carl hamburgers for dinner (nearly 2000 calories!), sure I'm hungry, it's been all of 45 minutes since I ate dinner/lunch, fourths? don't mind if I do!
When I first started, I hated being in the group exercise room for Boot Camp: all those mirrors! All those nice slim bodies and one beached whale! Now that reflection is not the same size front to back as side to side. Is that some muscle definition I see at the posterior deltoids?
I've discovered that New Me can do legitimate jumping jacks and even (drum roll, please) mountain climbers! Old Me has probably been getting away with murder for some time, making me hold back on exploring to see what the new limits are. Old Me had a top walking speed of 3.2 mph but stuck closer to 2.8, whereas New Me can go somewhere in the 4-5 mph range. Lurking way back in the wings is Really Deeply Buried Me who used to be a road racer saying "shouldn't we start training for that first 5k race?" Maybe when it's a little warmer... Really Deeply Buried Me has also been eyeing the snow level on the mountain, pining for the return of hiking season.
While going through sewing patterns, I'm coming across plus size patterns and wondering "at what point should I toss that?" Purchasing new patterns is problematic, because I wonder which size range I should get. Do I really want to sew something labor intensive when it may not fit in 6 months? Actually, for some time I've purchased extra fabric for some projects with the idea I could cut a new bodice out in the smaller size. New Me is really excited about making/wearing stylish new clothes or just looking at what's out there which might inspire me to pass up the next temptation.
Old Me liked to hide at home, ashamed to be seen, and she was tight-lipped about what was going on in her life. New Me isn't sweeping the fitness program under the carpet when someone comes around, she's bludgeoning people over the head with every little accomplishment, after all, a 130 pounder would crow about losing 5 pounds, is it really that much less significant accomplishment to shed the same increment? Okay, so it may not be as noticeable to the naked eye - it's still 5 pounds!
Seeing those two gals on tv side by side with their weights posted, one close to where I started this journey, the other tantalizingly close to where I am now, was really a wake up call. I've made some great changes, but I need to work on exorcising the mental concept that I am that 290 pound gal I was at the beginning of last summer - she's holding me back making me think I can't do this or that until I've lost another 50 pounds. What does she know anyway? Even Old Me could do the splits again once she got down to 276 pounds, how many other things can I do that I've been telling myself I can't do? It was only because another gym patron commented that she thought it looked like I could do the splits as we both stretched that I even thought to try. Maybe I can and maybe I can't, but I'm never going to find out until I push my new limits.
Friday, November 19, 2010
1. The long sleeves on sweaters and coats have gotten longer, to the tips of my fingers or further.
2. Sitting in the chair at the waiting room wasn't a tight, uncomfortable squeeze.
3. I feel lazy and guilty if I don't get to the gym or go on a long hike.
4. I can swim for an hour without stopping.
5. Getting out of the car isn't awkward.
6. I'm not always the slowest person when walking a distance from the car to the store or other destination.
7. I no longer drink fountain drinks, except for gatorade or other electrolyte replacement beverages.
8. I can get off the floor without major leveraging myself up.
9. My ankles haven't given out suddenly, causing me to fall, sometimes down the stairs since Memorial Day.
10. My resting heart rate has dropped to 46 from 77.
11. I fit into pants and dresses which haven't fit for a couple of years.
12. I can hike as long as 5 or 6 hours.
13. While shopping for an hour or more I don't have to sit down and rest several times because my ankles hurt.
14. When I look at myself in the mirror from a side view, I'm no longer as big front to back as I'm side to side.
15. I take the stairs instead of the elevators most times.
16. I now eat veggies multiple times a day every, instead of once or twice a week.
17. An elegant Victorian new coat I picked up last year for $12.99, but couldn't button up now has extra room through the hips.
18. People at the two different gym locations are introducing themselves and praising my progress, dedication, and how my body is changing.
19. The lab reports showed no sign of the fatty liver levels of the last two years.
20. I've switched from whole milk to 2% (perhaps I'll jump from that to a lower fat content soon).
21. I've gone down one plus size in pants.
22. When looking at patterns to sew, I no longer confine my available choices from the Omar the Tentmaker originals to more stylish fashions.
23. The doctor is no longer talking about gastric bypass or giving me referrals.
24. I no longer need to put the car seat back while driving.
25. I can pick things up off the floor without doing it in stages or asking for help.
26. I don't load the shopping into the little red wagon to carry the shopping in the 30+ feet from the car to the house.
25. Taking a large stack of books in and out of the library no longer requires two or three trips.
26. I eat more than a few grams of protein in the day.
27. The muscle beach crowd at the gym no longer ignore me.
28. I don't feel so self conscious about going out in public.
29. I log what I eat, document my exercise and weight regularly.
30. I can do more activity with the nieces and nephews.
31. I go for veggies of salad instead of cheese fries at the restaurant.
32. I can climb over the low brick fence between the neighbors and my yard without sitting and twisting.
33. People don't avert their eyes or avoid speaking with me so much in public.
34. I can outlast some of the people at Boot Camp without leaving early or resting during some sets.
35. It's been a few months since I went to a buffet.
36. I read the nutrition information first at the grocery store before making a selection, sometimes taking a half hour to pick condiments.
37. I can go 25 minutes on the treadmill now instead of struggling to make 5 minutes, feeling like I'm going to die.
38. I don't reach for second or thirds at a meal
39. I am more frequently bumping up the weight on the machines at the gym rather than lowering it.
40. I've cut out high fructose corn syrup and hydrogenated fats.
42. I gleefully report my progress and milestones to friends, family, and people I run into at the gym.
43. I have developed a reputation at the gym for my 3+ hour workouts.
44. I eat breakfast.
45. I'm checking out books from the library on fitness and nutrition instead of interior design and true crime.
46. The doctor doesn't bring up weight loss every time I go in for an appointment.
47. I'm no longer sleeping 10-12 hours a day.
48. My niece isn't guilelessly commenting to me that I'm fat, and inviting me to go for walks to get the autistic niece some exercise.
49. I'm no longer getting referrals to go to physical therapy.
50. I attended a Zumba class and contemplate taking up belly dancing again.
51. I don't drown my sorrows in food.
52. I can do the splits again for the first time in 14.5 years. at nearly age 45.
53. The nieces and nephews aren't always lamenting that I'm always sleeping when I go for a visit.
54. I'm usually wearing workout gear instead of casual wear.
55. Doctor visits are usually for strained tendons, twisted joints, a lost toenail and other foot problems to ensure nothing serious is injured to prevent me from exercising rather than bronchitis, strained back, knee pain, and migraines.
56. My heavier friends who were substantially smaller than me are getting nervous and dread their family members making comments about how they should lose weight when next they see me.
57. I no longer avoid telling me weight to friends and family, though it's still much higher than it should be.
58. Skinny, fit people at the gym comment on my flexibility.
59. The doctor no longer has me monitor my blood sugar to make sure I'm not pre-diabetic.
60. I'm no longer picking the cheapest house brand cross trainers, and search out shoes with proper arch support at a more specialized store with a real shoe department.
62. People online that I know in Canada, England, Norway, Austrailia and New Zealand have been following my progress.
63. I can go on the rowing machine for 45 minutes without stopping.
64. The doctor's aren't always wanting to test my cholesterol, even though I've been told I have good cholesterol genes.
65. I look forward to stepping on the scales.
66. I'm my biggest cheerleader.
67. Friends I visit offer me nutritional information on calories and fat before offering a bite to eat.
68. I don't need help to lift boxes and storage tubs when putting them away.
69. I crave salads and raw veggies.
70. I no longer get double gulps of Diet Mountain Dew on a daily basis, I don't drink it at all!
72. I buy organic food when possible.
73. Friends are choosing veggie delite thine crust pizzas when we're going to have a gathering or watch a movie.
74. The very fit gym patrons smile, nod, or exchange pleasantries in passing.
78. I choose light margarine products with half the calories of margarine.
79. When I went for a jog/walk interval session at the track and switched too early from the jog without thinking, I asked myself "what am I doing" and immediately went back to the jog.
80. As a costumer, I'm no longer planning costumes which play upon my weight rather than thinking of thinner, more flattering choices.
81. I don't buy a can of Ready Whip whip cream and spray it into my mouth.
82. It's been months since I went to a buffet or had a hamburger.
83. When I do the leg press machine at 350 pounds, my muscles are starting to feel like the legs when I was a 14 year old road racer.
84. I approach the muscle beach guys if I have a question about how a machine works or related matter.
85. An online acquaintance has rejoined Weight Watchers after following my progress.
86. My sister and neighbor (he and I weighed the same last June, now I weigh 45 pounds less) have joined Sparkpeople.
87. I rarely feel sore after exercising.
88. When with friends, I'm always bringing up glycogen, nutritional facts and other things I've learned in casual conversation.
89. Some days I drink 64 ounces of water instead of 2 or 3.
90. The next time the Biggest Loser open casting comes to town, I'll no longer be a viable contestant.
91. I can sprint for a minute at a time at 6 mph., 6 or 7 times in an hour on the treadmill.
92. I consider trying to go for a 5k race in the future, which would be the first road race in 31 years.
93. The idea of going on a camping trip is appealing again.
94. I avoid BPAs and other things which have been determined to be less than healthy.
96. I could be the parent of most of the people in the Boot Camp class, and have about 15 years on the others.
97. Ice cream is banished from my house, though I may indulge when at a birthday party or occasionally an portion controlled ice cream home on the way home from a long exercise session (I have yet to do the latter in over 5 months).
98. In recently added the stair master to my cardio options.
99. I don't feel self conscious at the gym in my swimsuit.
100. I'm in training for next year's trip to the amusement park where I'll fit into the roller coaster seats with ease and not require frequent breaks to sit.
101. I start to say I've lost ten pounds more, realize my mistake, say I'll be there in a month or sometimes go to weight machine, see where the weight is set, think "that's right", remember it's not after all, then tell myself, "no it's where it should be" and then decide, no, it's right after all, and increase it henceforth to the higher weight.
102. I see myself in the mirror and think "looking good!"
103. A ring I've had for 26 years fits again on my ring finger. It originally was for the middle finger, so I have a ways to go yet, but am feeling positive about it.
104. I'm not always tearing myself down, calling myself a blimp, blob, a beached whale, or other epitaphs, but saying "I'm strong. I can leg press 350 pounds, dip 165, have endurance, perseverance (sometimes more than is wise), and determination."
105. I no longer fear putting on 20 pounds in a year.
106. I don't worry anymore about coming diabetic, which runs in my mother's side of the family.
107. I watch the Biggest loser or 2+ quarters of a football game while on the cardio machines at the gym.
108. Areas of fat are starting to disappear from my thighs, hips, and lower belly.
109. I fit into a booth again at a restaurant.
110. It now takes over an hour to do my strength training, instead of a half hour when I started 5.5 months ago.
111. I have some days when I burn more than 4000 calories or walk 13,000+ steps according to my BodyBugg.
112. It takes more effort to get my heart rate to 172!
113. Clothes I'd outgrown are now loose on me, and my favorite t-shirt swims on me!
114. My body protests if I don't get enough lentils every few days.
115. I'm actually looking forward to my birthday. Though I'm turning 45, I've already lost a pound for each year, and if I'm lucky and prudent I may reach my goal of 20% of my starting weight, 58 pounds for my 6 month mark, my present to myself.
116. Dr. Oz says if you lose 10 pounds in a year, you can add a decade to your life. Does that mean I've added 45 year, lol?
117. I tell myself I'm worth it.
118. The next time the Biggest Loser open casting comes to town, I'll no longer be a viable contestant.
Thursday, November 11, 2010
I've watched them going at it in the group exercise room a few times in the last week and thought it looked might be fast paced and tricky to get the steps right, turning the wrong way and getting mixed up generally. It also looked fast and I didn't know whether I could keep up.
So today I screwed up my courage and went in. I was afraid of looking like an ungainly blimp, but actually a lot of the moves were straight out of belly dancing, which I did a little over 20 years ago, so I knew how to move those hips, shimmy, and some steps. There were times when to footwork was a little too fast for my to keep up, but I gave it my best shot.
The class started late, so I burned 500 calories in 50 minutes.
Before class I did 63 minutes on the treadmill and set a personal best on total distance, and did 6 or 7 60 second sprints at 6 mph. I did about 20 minutes strength training and as much as 40 minutes stretching, first after the treadmill/ST, and again after Zumba.
Total workout time: 3.5 hours. 1:16 in the moderate range and 40 in the vigorous range.
Total calories burned: 1392
The only goal I haven't met so far is 10,000 steps (currently at 8778 steps with nearly 4 hours to midnight, so I may make it yet!
If I were truly brave, I'd try the Friday noon spinning class, but I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to sit down for days! We'll see...
Sunday, November 07, 2010
I was trying to pull out elements of my pirate costume to wear to Boot Camp on Halloween Eve when I came across a box of clothes put away when they got a little too tight. Inside was an old leather jacket in need of some repairs, 7 pairs of pants and 2 pairs of shorts. Other recently rediscovered items include a Victorian style coat which was a little too snug through the hips, a jacket infinitely wide in the hips, but the lining was too tight at the wrist, and a favorite dress. There are other items which I stopped wearing because they were too small which probably fit nicely now.
The newly rediscovered pants are actually a little on the loose side, and I'm hoping that they will become baggy early in the new year.
My t shirts are either very stained or are getting extremely baggy, so I got 6 new shirts to work out in. When I tried on those shirts in September they were too small, but now they fit, albeit tightly around the hip, but then they're supposed to fit tightly. Now if an exercise or yoga position requires bending over, I'll be able to see something other than a tent of a t shirt.
The workout pants I bought in May and June are getting a little loose through the waist, a phenomenon common to the classic pear, but when I bought them they rode low in the back. Since I'm smaller through the hips, they fit better, so I need to take some darts to make the waist fit. Yes, I could get some smaller pants, but money is tight, and why waste it on pants which hopefully will be too large in another 5 months?
My plaid jacket I like to wear when there is a chill in the air, but not yet cold now buttons easily. The strange thing is that the sleeves are now too long! I can only assume that my arms are thinner, so the sleeves hang now instead of being filled out by the upper arms.
I know that I have a few treasured clothes I couldn't part with because they were favorites. Between the current batch of clothes and those skinny clothes are only a couple of dresses. That's okay. I have more fabric than I can use, and if I'm clever, I can design those clothes in such a way that they can be made smaller if needed. I've been loathe to make clothes since I've been over 200 pounds, because I don't like Omar the Tentmaker originals. The prospect of clothing with a little style to them is tantalizing!
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