NOTHING EXCITING IS GOING ON IN MY LIFE.
So I will just subject you to my lack of exciting-ness. WELCOME.
I *am* grumpy cat, actually. (But grumpy cat cheers me up SO MUCH, also.)
No swimming since my last update, I don't think. I was so crazy busy last week, and I ended up getting to the hotel really late. Then on Sunday I knew I had a long drive back, so I was like... meh. I can just swim in "my own" pool when I get home.
Which after driving like 5 hours, do you think I felt like working out? NOOOOPE.
The food thing is A Problem, so I am heading out to go grocery shopping, like, NOW. Well, not NOW, but tonight. As soon as I finish flapping my virtual yap.
It has been... weird. I've been sick, which fluctuates between an excuse to eat Whatever (usually cookies or something) and making me not really have much appetite.
Then over the weekend I was weirdly binge-y. On Saturday night I ate like a meal's worth of calories in chips and candy. Nothing compared to, like, back in the day grad school binges, but still. It was just odd. Like, why am I doing this? Mostly because I was in a hotel room, in an unfamiliar city, in a neighborhood I didn't feel 100% comfortable walking around at night, so all I had was a random can of soup in my suitcase, and vending machine crap.
I totally ate the soup, too, don't worry. I did eat SOME real food. The room had a microwave, and they give you coffee cups with those tiny coffee machines they put in the bathroom for whatever reason (I get the reason for the coffee machine in the room, but why is it in the *BATHROOM* is what I am saying). And I had a spoon in my suitcase because I'm a weirdo like that. So I poured my soup into some coffee cups and voila, dinner. That, and, you know, a bag of fritos. And one of those tiny bags of Reeses pieces. And a Hershey bar.
I wonder if it's just that I've been so busy, we've been eating canned soup and takeout and stuff for a couple weeks and I'm BORED, or if it's having a cold, but nothing appeals to me. Like, I'm HUNGRY, but I think of the foods that are available to me, and I'm like "... meh. Nope." Then I eat a bunch of whatever, because... I'm HUNGRY. I have to 1) wait until I'm better, and 2) take some time for meal planning and shopping and whatever and see if that helps. Maybe if I actually had TIME to shop for and cook whatever I want I would actually want to eat it.
Speaking of me being sick (have I mentioned that I'm sick? Because I could whine about it some more if you did not know that I am sick...) I was just feeling yesterday like I am getting over this cold. Significantly less goo was coming out of my head, and it was only one or two different colors instead of about six (SO GROSS! YOU'RE WELCOME! I CAN DESCRIBE FURTHER IF YOU WOULD LIKE!).
THEN this morning what did I wake up with?? A sore throat. What is generally known as The Harbinger Of A Horrible Cold Throat. Normally I get a brutal, almost unbearable sore throat for 1-2 days, and then comes the Goo Of Many Colors and lack of breathing and all that.
EXCUSE ME, THROAT. You are clearly OUT OF ORDER. We have already done the Goo. We are finished with the germs and the grossness, you can go. I trust you to see yourself out, THANK YOU. BLARGH.
So either I'm having a BACKWARDS cold, OR, even better, I'm having Cold #2 right on top of the end of Cold #1, which BY THE WAY I ALREADY HAD A COLD like back in... I don't know, December? I forget. But it was within this winter. One per year, that is the deal that we have, my body and I. YOU HAVE EXCEEDED YOUR QUOTA.
Thanks, grumpy cat. I feel better. HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE.
So that's controlling my food intake and exercising... or lack thereof. Even with all that craziness I randomly am back down a pound, to 252, which puts me... exactly where I was on January 1.
BORING. BOO. Progress = zero = POOPITY.
So swimming for eleventy billion hours a week is apparently not the way to lose weight. Who knows. My exercise went way up, but my calorie consumption went up also, between being crazy busy and being on vacation, so I just kind of... stayed. Over the long term. I gained a little in January, lost a little, gained a little, lost again.
Better back where I started than back UP, but still. Annoying. I'm trying to, like, GO somewhere. ELSE. Ya know?
I am thinking I will not so much do a structured challenge for March after all, but just really push on getting my eating business back on the rails properly.
I am still going to work on pushups - the idea is to work up to 3 sets of something, I think 30? (I will check when I get home...) of wall pushups, then incline pushups, then *actual* pushups. The goal being to do "some" number of real pushups, on the floor, NOT on my knees. Some number that is more than zero. I'll keep swimming for fun and general exercise, but nothing crazy where I'm trying to put up huge numbers or anything.
And we'll see what the scale does.
On the plus side, when I was home the weekend of the 23rd-24th, I picked up my fancy bra from my wedding (need it for bridesmaid dress alterations in... uh... MAY.). It fits, even though I weighed 230 when I got married and I weigh 252 now (probably 255 that weekend. BLOORCH).
On the other hand, lately I just *feel* fatter. Bleh. I know, it's insane. I feel like my lower belly has been pooching out a little more, I don't look QUITE as good in my new pants, though they DO still fit. Not into those sixteens yet, sniffle sniffle.
Weirdly enough, THREE different people stopped me on Friday to tell me I am looking great/making progress. It is kind of nice and a boost, but I was feeling especially puffy on Friday, so I was also just in my head kind of like "OH, LIARS."
HEH. It's good to keep some perspective, YA KNOW?
I'm gonna go buy some actual food and see if that improves my mood and general routine.
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