03/16/2010
279.6 lbs
That was yesterday's weight. Today...it's a little higher, so I think I'll stick with that.
Kids, SO much has happened in the few weeks I've been gone. Firstly, I saw LDL. Boy, did I see him. A lot. Like many, many, many times. Repeatedly. I saw him. It was good. It was really good. I think you get the point.
Secondly, I haven't hit my gym up with Li'l Bit since being back in town. This is a bad thing. I have managed to lose a few lbs and keep them off since the CHALLENGE last month. This is a good thing. MAC (said challenger and ADVERSARY) is now with child. Shit. I'm SO happy for her, but now the whole percentage of loss thing...totally no longer applicable. Doesn't mean I'm no longer motivated. It just means I have to find someone else to blame for my pain when I exercise. It's always good to have a scapegoat (MAC, I don't think you're a goat...just wanna make that clear).
Holy Followers! I've jumped 5 followers in the few weeks I've been gone. That blows my mind! I am so happy that people like this blog enough to follow it and I've had a steady climb upward, but I've never had such a big jump in numbers before. It's humbling. And, of course, it feeds my ego. Ironic, I know, but it does work both ways.
I have a crazy summer formulating. The next few months have a lot going on socially. Great motivation for keeping on track. Also, lots of reasons to panic a bit since a few involve bathing suits. I can do it, I just have to gear up for it. You know what I mean.
To top everything off, I met someone locally. It's such a new, budding possibility I don't want to talk about it in detail right now. It's confusing because of LDL. But, then again, there's the L-D part of the equation which really sucks. Ugh. I see him again in May. Months between visits is not condusive for growing into anything more than whatever it is we are now.
WTH??? When did my life become so damn complicated????
Oh. Yeah. When sex came back into it.
It is a calorie burner, tho.
-jafg
Showing posts with label Exercise. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Exercise. Show all posts
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Monday, February 21, 2011
I Hate No Pain No Gain.
02/21/2011
283.2 lbs
That is definitely yesterday's weight. I was in such a hurry to be on time this morning (which, might I add, I was 4 minutes early) that I forgot to weigh myself. And I really wanted to, too.
I didn't work out Friday night. I just checked out. I went home and immediately cracked open a beer (which is actually a rarity to have in the house). I just wasn't down with the whole idea of trying to get my ass moving after work. Especially by myself for the first time out of the gate again. It's just one of those things.
I did work out on Saturday, tho. For an hour! With a new workout buddy! She's a new friend, met her in December at a Wine Down Wednesday (half price bottles of wine...I heart Wednesdays)/Birthday Celebration. We were instant BFFs. Anyway, I asked her if she'd be interested in working out with me on Saturday. She said yes! YEA!! So here she comes, all 4'11" of her, (I should tell you, her size or lack there of, does not bother me in the slightest) in a little tennis outfit 'cause she just got done with a clinic. I hop on my favorite elliptical machine, which btw, has a lot more "wear and tear" since the last time I've seen it, poor thing, and she hops on the treadmill beside me.
I do a fairly good incline for 24.43 minutes. At that point, I could feel a heat rash developing in a location I'd rather not disclose right now. I forgot about those. So, I tell her I've had enough elliptical and she says, "we're gonna hit the weights, right?" Sure. I'm thinking that my arms could use a little workout, too. We spend the next 45 minutes on almost every machine in the place. It was awesome. And hillarious. I hope that laughing burns calories, too.
There's this bicep/tricep machine where you have to put your elbows down on this ledge and take these handle things and push the weights down and back. I never used it before. I always skipped it. Well, Little Bit added it to our list of machines to use. It made me discover I have muscles above my elbows. I know this now because they hurt every time I move more than my fingers and wrists. I'm talking pain. Real pain. Still-lingering-it-hurts-to-pick-up-the-phone-and-lift-my-coffee-cup-two-days-later pain. My rash is gone, thank GOD, my legs feel no stress or soreness whatsoever, but DEAR LORD my arms.
I remember that I got sore after workout. I remember feeling like I needed to go to the ER after my first hiphophell class. Don't laugh, I seriously considered it. What I don't remember is the actual feeling of the pain. The soreness every time you move in just the right-or maybe wrong-way and you just want to freeze and never move again.
Of course, freezing is not an option. Lack of motion is why I'm so damn sore in the first place. I know this is the first step [again] in getting healthy, but this is definitely a part of the process I don't like. I did enjoy the sweating, tho. And boy, did I sweat!
So, I'm doing it all again on Tuesday. Yea. Holy Crap. Both sentiments really apply. Little Bit has agreed to work out with me. She's not a gym bunny which is awesome. As a matter of fact, as I drank my mojitos and she drank her mimosas over brunch on Sunday. She was telling me how sore she was, too!
Misery does love Company. Especially when adult beverages are involved.
-jafg
283.2 lbs
That is definitely yesterday's weight. I was in such a hurry to be on time this morning (which, might I add, I was 4 minutes early) that I forgot to weigh myself. And I really wanted to, too.
I didn't work out Friday night. I just checked out. I went home and immediately cracked open a beer (which is actually a rarity to have in the house). I just wasn't down with the whole idea of trying to get my ass moving after work. Especially by myself for the first time out of the gate again. It's just one of those things.
I did work out on Saturday, tho. For an hour! With a new workout buddy! She's a new friend, met her in December at a Wine Down Wednesday (half price bottles of wine...I heart Wednesdays)/Birthday Celebration. We were instant BFFs. Anyway, I asked her if she'd be interested in working out with me on Saturday. She said yes! YEA!! So here she comes, all 4'11" of her, (I should tell you, her size or lack there of, does not bother me in the slightest) in a little tennis outfit 'cause she just got done with a clinic. I hop on my favorite elliptical machine, which btw, has a lot more "wear and tear" since the last time I've seen it, poor thing, and she hops on the treadmill beside me.
I do a fairly good incline for 24.43 minutes. At that point, I could feel a heat rash developing in a location I'd rather not disclose right now. I forgot about those. So, I tell her I've had enough elliptical and she says, "we're gonna hit the weights, right?" Sure. I'm thinking that my arms could use a little workout, too. We spend the next 45 minutes on almost every machine in the place. It was awesome. And hillarious. I hope that laughing burns calories, too.
There's this bicep/tricep machine where you have to put your elbows down on this ledge and take these handle things and push the weights down and back. I never used it before. I always skipped it. Well, Little Bit added it to our list of machines to use. It made me discover I have muscles above my elbows. I know this now because they hurt every time I move more than my fingers and wrists. I'm talking pain. Real pain. Still-lingering-it-hurts-to-pick-up-the-phone-and-lift-my-coffee-cup-two-days-later pain. My rash is gone, thank GOD, my legs feel no stress or soreness whatsoever, but DEAR LORD my arms.
I remember that I got sore after workout. I remember feeling like I needed to go to the ER after my first hiphophell class. Don't laugh, I seriously considered it. What I don't remember is the actual feeling of the pain. The soreness every time you move in just the right-or maybe wrong-way and you just want to freeze and never move again.
Of course, freezing is not an option. Lack of motion is why I'm so damn sore in the first place. I know this is the first step [again] in getting healthy, but this is definitely a part of the process I don't like. I did enjoy the sweating, tho. And boy, did I sweat!
So, I'm doing it all again on Tuesday. Yea. Holy Crap. Both sentiments really apply. Little Bit has agreed to work out with me. She's not a gym bunny which is awesome. As a matter of fact, as I drank my mojitos and she drank her mimosas over brunch on Sunday. She was telling me how sore she was, too!
Misery does love Company. Especially when adult beverages are involved.
-jafg
Friday, February 18, 2011
Back In The Saddle Again
02/18/2011
283.8 lbs
That was from like two days ago. Or maybe yesterday.
My ass is flat. And I mean very, very flat. We're talking square pizzabox flat. I've been thinking about this a lot lately. Usually about this time (2:00 in the afternoon on a workday) I really start thinking about it. Most of the time I realize that I haven't stood to go to the bathroom, go to the printer or even go to get another cup of coffee. This is ungood. As a matter of fact, it's painful. My ass literally starts aching because I've been sitting on it for so long.
So I got a nudge this morning from one of my real life friends who has been allowed into the JAFG secret world. She reminds me that I've got people that actually do read this blog and that I have been neglecting it. Which has been quite a few times this year. She just had a baby. Well just = six months ago.
We got to chatting about how I had a dry spell on blog topics and that the only thing going on was my frustration on the fact that I wasn't exercising. No one to blame but me. It's been bothering me. I suck. Blah Blah Blah. Well, anyway, she's talking about her baby weight that she refers to as her "dog jowels" (I don't quite get that, but I also didn't ask her to elaborate). Now, mind you, I've seen FB pictures of the girl and she looks lovely. I tell her so. She says she's become a "Master At Camoflauge". MAC said "if I put HALF the effort into actually changing my body instead of hiding it - I'd be in a much better place". Amen, Sistah.
Oh. I should tell you this is all through Messenger which is like online instant texting.
So, being the good friend that I am, I offer to be a "workout inspire-er". She responds at almost the same time with the word ADVERSARY. The gauntlet was thrown down, my friends. The challenge was issued.
We both have access to Gyms and weights. Her weights just happen to come in the form of a mini-human, which I do believe counts for the purpose of competition.MAC and I live about an hour and a half apart so I don't see her all the time. Actually, I see her like 3-4 times a year. We're going to be in Big Southern City in early June and have made that the official "Finish Line". Not that I'll lose all the weight I need to by then, of course, but we're gonna see how much we can do to ourselves (in a positive way) by that time.
Since we don't live close by there's no working out in the same room at the same time which is kinda a bummer. Right now, I have no workout buddy. BB is officially married now and the newlywed version of her is WAAAYYYY different than the fiancee version. That's another story, though. SAG spends all her time either playing tennis or going to sporting events. She's never available (in her defense, her tennis team did make it to the national championships last year). So, I will be working out alone. Starting tonight.
I know my ass is happy about getting some workout and, let's face it, I need to limber up a bit for a certain visit in two weeks (wink, wink). So, I committed to 30 minutes for the elliptical. I also may be meeting a friend out for a beer afterward. I hope they don't cancel each other out.
I am going visit Concierge Gym on Saturday, too. I will even try the weights then. Eee. Gad. I wonder what taking a half a xanax will do to a workout? I have serious anxiety about walking into a gym alone. And since it's been so long, I have to face that anxiety all over again like I've never conquered it before. Well, It's all good. I'll face my fear and will come out the other side feeling damn good. And maybe that won't have anything to do with the xanax.
Oh. If you look up ADVERSARY through Google Search, this is what comes up first:
ad·ver·sar·y/ˈadvərˌserē/Noun
1. One's opponent in a contest, conflict, or dispute.
2. The Devil.
MAC, I'm picking Option 2.
-jafg
283.8 lbs
That was from like two days ago. Or maybe yesterday.
My ass is flat. And I mean very, very flat. We're talking square pizzabox flat. I've been thinking about this a lot lately. Usually about this time (2:00 in the afternoon on a workday) I really start thinking about it. Most of the time I realize that I haven't stood to go to the bathroom, go to the printer or even go to get another cup of coffee. This is ungood. As a matter of fact, it's painful. My ass literally starts aching because I've been sitting on it for so long.
So I got a nudge this morning from one of my real life friends who has been allowed into the JAFG secret world. She reminds me that I've got people that actually do read this blog and that I have been neglecting it. Which has been quite a few times this year. She just had a baby. Well just = six months ago.
We got to chatting about how I had a dry spell on blog topics and that the only thing going on was my frustration on the fact that I wasn't exercising. No one to blame but me. It's been bothering me. I suck. Blah Blah Blah. Well, anyway, she's talking about her baby weight that she refers to as her "dog jowels" (I don't quite get that, but I also didn't ask her to elaborate). Now, mind you, I've seen FB pictures of the girl and she looks lovely. I tell her so. She says she's become a "Master At Camoflauge". MAC said "if I put HALF the effort into actually changing my body instead of hiding it - I'd be in a much better place". Amen, Sistah.
Oh. I should tell you this is all through Messenger which is like online instant texting.
So, being the good friend that I am, I offer to be a "workout inspire-er". She responds at almost the same time with the word ADVERSARY. The gauntlet was thrown down, my friends. The challenge was issued.
We both have access to Gyms and weights. Her weights just happen to come in the form of a mini-human, which I do believe counts for the purpose of competition.MAC and I live about an hour and a half apart so I don't see her all the time. Actually, I see her like 3-4 times a year. We're going to be in Big Southern City in early June and have made that the official "Finish Line". Not that I'll lose all the weight I need to by then, of course, but we're gonna see how much we can do to ourselves (in a positive way) by that time.
Since we don't live close by there's no working out in the same room at the same time which is kinda a bummer. Right now, I have no workout buddy. BB is officially married now and the newlywed version of her is WAAAYYYY different than the fiancee version. That's another story, though. SAG spends all her time either playing tennis or going to sporting events. She's never available (in her defense, her tennis team did make it to the national championships last year). So, I will be working out alone. Starting tonight.
I know my ass is happy about getting some workout and, let's face it, I need to limber up a bit for a certain visit in two weeks (wink, wink). So, I committed to 30 minutes for the elliptical. I also may be meeting a friend out for a beer afterward. I hope they don't cancel each other out.
I am going visit Concierge Gym on Saturday, too. I will even try the weights then. Eee. Gad. I wonder what taking a half a xanax will do to a workout? I have serious anxiety about walking into a gym alone. And since it's been so long, I have to face that anxiety all over again like I've never conquered it before. Well, It's all good. I'll face my fear and will come out the other side feeling damn good. And maybe that won't have anything to do with the xanax.
Oh. If you look up ADVERSARY through Google Search, this is what comes up first:
ad·ver·sar·y/ˈadvərˌserē/Noun
1. One's opponent in a contest, conflict, or dispute.
2. The Devil.
MAC, I'm picking Option 2.
-jafg
Monday, August 16, 2010
An Unexpected Turn
04/16/10
276.2 lbs
Ok. For the record: Saturday morning said 273.6 lbs and Sunday afternoon said 273.0 lbs. To say this morning was a disappointment would be an understatement. I'm sure it had nothing to do with the box of macaroni and cheese I ate for dinner last night or the gallon or so of Royal Flush shots consumed over the weekend.
Anyway, I wanted to show it to you that it's been on a steady downward trend since I started back up in March. I've been living healthy, relatively speaking, for 5 months and have lost 20-23 lbs. It could have been more had I been really sticking to things. I mean really staying on task. However.
I have been looking at this whole thing as a change in my life. I'm living differently. I'm not on a diet. I am eating healthy food, not diet food (I don't buy into the whole "fat-free" marketing. I believe natural is better. Ingredients are more important than nutritional info to me. Having said that, I heart I Can't Believe It's Not Butter spray.) I am exercising. I'm trying to drink more water.
I also eat pizza and boxed macaroni 'n' cheese. I drink my fair share of adult beverages. I opt to stay in my PJs and watch movies all day instead of exercising. Basically, I'm living a normal life. I'm living a lifestyle that I can maintain and isn't unduly burdensome to me. Well, exercising is almost always annoying. But that aside, I know I've got a path set in front of me that works. For me.
I have no idea why my blog took this path today. Perhaps it's because I saw a 3 lb jump on the scale. Or maybe because I'm still hung over and a bit pensive. I dunno. I had a hell of a weekend and will be sharing as much of the details that I dare for your reading pleasure tomorrow.
I will also be in touch with all my VWBs and working out again this week.
Well. Starting tomorrow.
-jafg
276.2 lbs
Ok. For the record: Saturday morning said 273.6 lbs and Sunday afternoon said 273.0 lbs. To say this morning was a disappointment would be an understatement. I'm sure it had nothing to do with the box of macaroni and cheese I ate for dinner last night or the gallon or so of Royal Flush shots consumed over the weekend.
You know I have a little weight tracker at the bottom of my blog. I doubt it gets any facetime because, well, it's at the bottom of my blog. Esthetically speaking it's the best place for it; however, it really isn't when it comes to viewability.
I have been looking at this whole thing as a change in my life. I'm living differently. I'm not on a diet. I am eating healthy food, not diet food (I don't buy into the whole "fat-free" marketing. I believe natural is better. Ingredients are more important than nutritional info to me. Having said that, I heart I Can't Believe It's Not Butter spray.) I am exercising. I'm trying to drink more water.
I also eat pizza and boxed macaroni 'n' cheese. I drink my fair share of adult beverages. I opt to stay in my PJs and watch movies all day instead of exercising. Basically, I'm living a normal life. I'm living a lifestyle that I can maintain and isn't unduly burdensome to me. Well, exercising is almost always annoying. But that aside, I know I've got a path set in front of me that works. For me.
I have no idea why my blog took this path today. Perhaps it's because I saw a 3 lb jump on the scale. Or maybe because I'm still hung over and a bit pensive. I dunno. I had a hell of a weekend and will be sharing as much of the details that I dare for your reading pleasure tomorrow.
I will also be in touch with all my VWBs and working out again this week.
Well. Starting tomorrow.
-jafg
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Inspiration Station
08/12/10
274.8 lbs
Yippee!!
I'm not your typical girl when it comes to movies and tv shows. I love a good action flick and weirdo sci-fi/fantastical stuff. I'm not all D&D, but I loved LOTR. That's Lord of the Rings. I don't dress up as weird characters but I waited in line 2 hours for the opening day of X-Men X2. So what's my point, here. My point is Save the Cheerleader, Save the World.
That's a reference to a now cancelled NBC show called Heroes. The show died after it's fourth season-I stopped watching it about 2 episodes into that season btw-but the series' overall storyline is the subject for our discussion today: Save the Cheerleader, Save the World.
You know I have my VWBs. Well, today I was chitchatting with Roxie and she said a little something to me that just resonated in my brain like one of those Tibetan Singing Bowls. She said "You are such a good cheerleader". It got me thinking. Save the Cheerleader, Save the World.
We're all cheerleaders! We all need each other to encourage us on our good days (just take a look at my weight again!) and our bad days. We need to encourage as much as we need encouragement. Or Inspiration, if you will. Imagine if everyday there was someone telling someone else some words that helped them get though even 5 minutes of something hard. Could be emotional, could be physical, could be mental. I'm not just talking weight loss here, but it's definitely included. Imagine if YOU had someone telling you some Inspiring words everyday. Save the Cheerleader, Save the World.
Get it? You're the cheerleader. I'm the cheerleader. Everybody's the cheerleader. Think about a 5k or a marathon run. Think about those water stations; those very important lifeline-like water stations. Runners need those to continue on course. Now think of yourself as that virtual water station and everyone you meet today as a runner (whether in the healthy-weightloss-world or not). Give 'em a big dose of Inspiration. And maybe a little water'd be good, too. You never know which Cheerleader you may be saving by being a Cheerleader yourself.
-jafg
274.8 lbs
Yippee!!
I'm not your typical girl when it comes to movies and tv shows. I love a good action flick and weirdo sci-fi/fantastical stuff. I'm not all D&D, but I loved LOTR. That's Lord of the Rings. I don't dress up as weird characters but I waited in line 2 hours for the opening day of X-Men X2. So what's my point, here. My point is Save the Cheerleader, Save the World.
That's a reference to a now cancelled NBC show called Heroes. The show died after it's fourth season-I stopped watching it about 2 episodes into that season btw-but the series' overall storyline is the subject for our discussion today: Save the Cheerleader, Save the World.
You know I have my VWBs. Well, today I was chitchatting with Roxie and she said a little something to me that just resonated in my brain like one of those Tibetan Singing Bowls. She said "You are such a good cheerleader". It got me thinking. Save the Cheerleader, Save the World.
We're all cheerleaders! We all need each other to encourage us on our good days (just take a look at my weight again!) and our bad days. We need to encourage as much as we need encouragement. Or Inspiration, if you will. Imagine if everyday there was someone telling someone else some words that helped them get though even 5 minutes of something hard. Could be emotional, could be physical, could be mental. I'm not just talking weight loss here, but it's definitely included. Imagine if YOU had someone telling you some Inspiring words everyday. Save the Cheerleader, Save the World.
Get it? You're the cheerleader. I'm the cheerleader. Everybody's the cheerleader. Think about a 5k or a marathon run. Think about those water stations; those very important lifeline-like water stations. Runners need those to continue on course. Now think of yourself as that virtual water station and everyone you meet today as a runner (whether in the healthy-weightloss-world or not). Give 'em a big dose of Inspiration. And maybe a little water'd be good, too. You never know which Cheerleader you may be saving by being a Cheerleader yourself.Ra Ra Ree and Stuff!
-jafg
Monday, August 9, 2010
A New Day
08/09/10
276.4 lbs
Yippee! I actually made it through the weekend and L-O-S-T weight. I am almost to my lowest point on this blog again. This is a moment to celebrate.
I love Nina Simone. I love this song. It seems appropriate and I hope you'll all take it with you through the week.
I'm happy to report that the VWBs all celebrated great things over the weekend. Angela Pea rocked out a class at the Y on Friday. Roxie kicked jogging's ass on Sunday. Kimert killed 6 miles on Saturday. Amanda conquered the elliptical, too.
I, on the other hand, was down for the count. All weekend. Before you get all sadfaced and let down because I didn't make it though my 7-day challenge, I must tell you that I had a 24-hour stomach bug (which may have been brough on by the egg drop soup I made for the first time) and...(queue "dreadful" music)...a UTI.
The positives. I've never consumed so much water in my freakin life.
The negatives. BB's bachelorette party is this weekend. I can't consume alcoholic beverages for two weeks (thank you, Antibiotics). I'll be playing the role of Mother Hen this weekend, I guess. Sigh.
Can you say UGH? I'm glad to know that Friday wasn't just a punked out day. I was feeling a bit bad that I didn't hit my finish line. Once I realized that my body was busy addressing other issues, well, I felt a little better about it. See, the challenge wasn't to prove that I could be active for 7 days straight, it was to build momentum. And it's done that. I've done that. Me and my VWBs!
So. Today is a new day. It's a new week and a new game plan for the VWBs. Right now, I'm not up for a lot of movement. This does not mean that I'm off the wagon. I am simply going to focus extra hard on eating right and drinking plenty of water. As a matter of fact, that is my VWB gameplan this week.
I want to know that the girls are doing their workouts as needed. That means Kimert and her morning sessions, Pea and her Y classes, Roxie and her jogging/BL sessions, and Amanda and her strength training.
What I need this week is encouragement to continually drink water and eat right. Stay the course. Keep the momentum.
'Cause I'm feeling good. Sort of.
-jafg
Friday, August 6, 2010
Oy Vey
08/06/10
278.2 lbs
I stayed home from work today.
I'm physically exhausted. I spent most of the day in bed.
I am up now. I ate a peanut butter jelly sandwich and a glass of soymilk. I'm still a little wiped with a headache. This 7 days is hard. I've pushed myself to the limit each day. Today, I think I'll just play a little Wii ping pong or something. I am planning on getting my 30 minutes in, but it won't be hardcore. I'll pick that back up tomorrow and Sunday.
I did My Fitness Coach last night and I like it! It's hard work, but I can do it. And I will.
Today, today's 30 minutes will be more game like than work out.
It's just how it is.
-jafg
278.2 lbs
I stayed home from work today.
I'm physically exhausted. I spent most of the day in bed.
I am up now. I ate a peanut butter jelly sandwich and a glass of soymilk. I'm still a little wiped with a headache. This 7 days is hard. I've pushed myself to the limit each day. Today, I think I'll just play a little Wii ping pong or something. I am planning on getting my 30 minutes in, but it won't be hardcore. I'll pick that back up tomorrow and Sunday.
I did My Fitness Coach last night and I like it! It's hard work, but I can do it. And I will.
Today, today's 30 minutes will be more game like than work out.
It's just how it is.
-jafg
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Four Days Down. Three To Go.
08/05/10
279.2 lbs
I can't tell you how happy I am to see those 80's disappear. They really scared me. I don't ever want to see them again. Not on this side of 200, anyway.
So I totally kicked some elliptical ass last night with Amanda. She has a serious workout plan. She does lunges and upper body work and lower body work and treadmill work and she's crazy. Just sayin. She sent me a picture of her mid-workout. I sent one of me post-workout. We shared sweaty pictures. Which sounds worse than it really was.
I did 30 minutes which burned 300 calories and 2 miles. Yea! I've never sweat so much in my life. Sweat was dripping, dripping off my arms. My arms! It literally was running down my face. I couldn't wipe my face fast enough toward the end. That was cool, actually. I kept tabs on my pulse (thanks Cardio Class teacher!) and stayed below 30. I did intervals of 5 minutes fast, 2.5 minutes slower, 5 minutes fast and so forth. Toward the end, all I could do was a constant moderate.
I had a bit of a mishap, though. My kneecap locked on me a few times cause I pushed my speed just a bit much. I was in the "Rocky Moment" meaning I was all gung-ho and wanted to push myself to the limit. This means, of course, that I went past the limit and now it keeps doing it. Anyone got a remedy for this?
So today is my day with Roxie. Poor Roxie. Somehow along our quick communications, I completely forgot to give her my number. She faithfully did her workout this morning without any wexting. I feel bad. Sorry, Foxie! Fortunately it's been remedied. She has my number and I have hers (which I had and I still didn't text. Bad jafg!) and she'll be wexting me tonight. Roxie's got her own 30 day challange she's giving herself. Mosey on over and read about it.
Well, tonight I have a date with my Wii. I'll have to dust it off and see if I remember how to turn it on. I'm trying a new game. It's "My Fitness Coah". If I don't like it, I'll go to the Boxing in Wii Sports. LOVE the boxing. And the swordplay for that matter. Both tend to get the heart going a bit. Especially the boxing. I also have the She-devil workout-also known as Jenny McCarthy Your Shape-but I don't think my arms and legs can take that this time. I'm feeling this 7-day challenge.
Everybody, please locate your hips. Now, move your hands down just slightly where they are now resting on the top outter portion of your thighs. I'm not talking the side of your thigh, I'm talking still on the top but toward the outer part. Did you find it? Guess what. There's a muscle there. I had to look it up. I didn't know it exsisted until this week. Especially today. Every time I stand up from a sitting position, this little thing screams at me. Very loudly I might add. Funny enough, it's not when I sit, just when I stand. Really, it's not that funny.
Tomorrow I'm going to see about another class at the Y. Either that, or I'll be hitting the elliptical again.
I am so looking forward to my eighth day.
-jafg
279.2 lbs
I can't tell you how happy I am to see those 80's disappear. They really scared me. I don't ever want to see them again. Not on this side of 200, anyway.
So I totally kicked some elliptical ass last night with Amanda. She has a serious workout plan. She does lunges and upper body work and lower body work and treadmill work and she's crazy. Just sayin. She sent me a picture of her mid-workout. I sent one of me post-workout. We shared sweaty pictures. Which sounds worse than it really was.
I did 30 minutes which burned 300 calories and 2 miles. Yea! I've never sweat so much in my life. Sweat was dripping, dripping off my arms. My arms! It literally was running down my face. I couldn't wipe my face fast enough toward the end. That was cool, actually. I kept tabs on my pulse (thanks Cardio Class teacher!) and stayed below 30. I did intervals of 5 minutes fast, 2.5 minutes slower, 5 minutes fast and so forth. Toward the end, all I could do was a constant moderate.
I had a bit of a mishap, though. My kneecap locked on me a few times cause I pushed my speed just a bit much. I was in the "Rocky Moment" meaning I was all gung-ho and wanted to push myself to the limit. This means, of course, that I went past the limit and now it keeps doing it. Anyone got a remedy for this?
So today is my day with Roxie. Poor Roxie. Somehow along our quick communications, I completely forgot to give her my number. She faithfully did her workout this morning without any wexting. I feel bad. Sorry, Foxie! Fortunately it's been remedied. She has my number and I have hers (which I had and I still didn't text. Bad jafg!) and she'll be wexting me tonight. Roxie's got her own 30 day challange she's giving herself. Mosey on over and read about it.
Well, tonight I have a date with my Wii. I'll have to dust it off and see if I remember how to turn it on. I'm trying a new game. It's "My Fitness Coah". If I don't like it, I'll go to the Boxing in Wii Sports. LOVE the boxing. And the swordplay for that matter. Both tend to get the heart going a bit. Especially the boxing. I also have the She-devil workout-also known as Jenny McCarthy Your Shape-but I don't think my arms and legs can take that this time. I'm feeling this 7-day challenge.
Tomorrow I'm going to see about another class at the Y. Either that, or I'll be hitting the elliptical again.
I am so looking forward to my eighth day.
-jafg
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Cardio Class: Code For Coronary
08/04/10
280.0 lbs
At least it's moving in the right direction again.
So get this. I'm working on day three of a personal 7 day challenge that I haven't really told anyone about. I'm doing my own form of my own boot camp. I've got my VWBs which are helping me stay motivated. "What's this challenge?" I hear you ask. Well, I am making myself do some form of exercise every day for 7 days. I am trying to capture at least 30 minutes dedicated to movement solely for the sake of getting some form of physical activity and calorie burn. I'm calling it my "It's a whopping 30 minutes of your life" challenge. Actually, I stole that title from Kimert. Shetexted wexted that to me as motivation on Monday. I love it.
I woke up Monday and today and did crunches. Twenty each time. I did bicycle things which really is just as hard for me as crunches. Maybe harder because I only have the stamina to do 5 sets. Monday night I did 20 minutes on the elliptical. Last night I did 40-45 minutes of a seriously intense Cardio workout. Angela Pea did her C25K power walking training (hey, I just realized I did that, too, in my class!). Wetexted wexted a bit; me telling her I'm dying, her telling me I'm not. Stuff like that. It really is great having someone out there you know is rooting for you at that very minute. My very own jafg cheerleader. And, in turn, I'm cheering for my VWBs, too!
This Cardio class is worse than Hip Hop Hell class. Seriously. It's full blown exercising. This is the first time I've done this since, well, ever. Or at least since elementary school.
I'm talking sprinting, running, jogging, skipping. All things, by the way, I did not do. I faithfully walked at the fastest speed I could without tripping over my feet. Additionally, we had to do jumping jacks. If I do jumping jacks, like real ones, I'd throw my back out because of my bouncing belly. Yeah. I'm not kidding. But, I did a psuedo jump of sorts and kept my arms and legs moving. We did front kicks. We did back kicks. We did side kicks. My hip joints are sore today. And so are my upper thighs. It kinda hurts to stand up from a sitting position. But I'm not complaining.
I wanted to throw in the towel no less than tree times. Well, on the third time I actually did leave. But I'll get to that. The instructor came over personally to talk to me "off mic" twice to make sure I was "doing okay". That's never happened before. When we took our pulse count (mine was 28 and a 1/2) she looked right at me to say "It shouldn't be over 30! If it's over 30, be sure to keep those arms below your heart!" I don't know if anyone else noticed where she was looking, but I did. At one point, in between the the second time I almost left and the time I did leave, she says "Make sure if you're leaving you wave good-bye! That way I know you're okay." Hmm.
We also had to do arm lifts with a weight bar. WHILE WE WALKED. FAST. I picked the lightest one they had: a 9 lb-er. Oh. We did arm curls with them, too. I've got sore upper arms which I am totally loving in a sick way. Once she started with the lunges-the ones where you completely touch your knee to the floor-with the weight bars I knew it was time to go. Fortunately, I had given the class 42.5 minutes (give or take 2.5 minutes) of my life. Whew.
Oh. I didn't wave when I left. I hope she's still wondering.
I am pleased to report I was able to provide a little motivation Kimert's way (also, you should know, I've totally been misspelling her name. It's one "M", not two).
I love my interations with my VWBs. I feel like a Wonder Twin. One of 5, actually. It's like we all raise our phones in the air andtext wext "Wonder Twin Powers: ACTIVATE!"
Form of ... "Death by Cardio Class".
I'm SO going back next week.
-jafg
280.0 lbs
At least it's moving in the right direction again.
So get this. I'm working on day three of a personal 7 day challenge that I haven't really told anyone about. I'm doing my own form of my own boot camp. I've got my VWBs which are helping me stay motivated. "What's this challenge?" I hear you ask. Well, I am making myself do some form of exercise every day for 7 days. I am trying to capture at least 30 minutes dedicated to movement solely for the sake of getting some form of physical activity and calorie burn. I'm calling it my "It's a whopping 30 minutes of your life" challenge. Actually, I stole that title from Kimert. She
I woke up Monday and today and did crunches. Twenty each time. I did bicycle things which really is just as hard for me as crunches. Maybe harder because I only have the stamina to do 5 sets. Monday night I did 20 minutes on the elliptical. Last night I did 40-45 minutes of a seriously intense Cardio workout. Angela Pea did her C25K power walking training (hey, I just realized I did that, too, in my class!). We
I'm talking sprinting, running, jogging, skipping. All things, by the way, I did not do. I faithfully walked at the fastest speed I could without tripping over my feet. Additionally, we had to do jumping jacks. If I do jumping jacks, like real ones, I'd throw my back out because of my bouncing belly. Yeah. I'm not kidding. But, I did a psuedo jump of sorts and kept my arms and legs moving. We did front kicks. We did back kicks. We did side kicks. My hip joints are sore today. And so are my upper thighs. It kinda hurts to stand up from a sitting position. But I'm not complaining.
I wanted to throw in the towel no less than tree times. Well, on the third time I actually did leave. But I'll get to that. The instructor came over personally to talk to me "off mic" twice to make sure I was "doing okay". That's never happened before. When we took our pulse count (mine was 28 and a 1/2) she looked right at me to say "It shouldn't be over 30! If it's over 30, be sure to keep those arms below your heart!" I don't know if anyone else noticed where she was looking, but I did. At one point, in between the the second time I almost left and the time I did leave, she says "Make sure if you're leaving you wave good-bye! That way I know you're okay." Hmm.
We also had to do arm lifts with a weight bar. WHILE WE WALKED. FAST. I picked the lightest one they had: a 9 lb-er. Oh. We did arm curls with them, too. I've got sore upper arms which I am totally loving in a sick way. Once she started with the lunges-the ones where you completely touch your knee to the floor-with the weight bars I knew it was time to go. Fortunately, I had given the class 42.5 minutes (give or take 2.5 minutes) of my life. Whew.
Oh. I didn't wave when I left. I hope she's still wondering.
I am pleased to report I was able to provide a little motivation Kimert's way (also, you should know, I've totally been misspelling her name. It's one "M", not two).
I love my interations with my VWBs. I feel like a Wonder Twin. One of 5, actually. It's like we all raise our phones in the air and
Form of ... "Death by Cardio Class".
I'm SO going back next week.
-jafg
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
WEXTING
08/03/10
???.? lbs
[I have no idea; I didn't weigh today.]
Ah, another fabulous benefit of VWBs: Workout texting. Or, WEXTING. Keeps things fun!
So Angela Pea is my VWB of the day. I'm hitting a new cardio class at the gym tonight. Yup. Me and my heat rash.
Fun times, indeed.
-jafg
???.? lbs
[I have no idea; I didn't weigh today.]
JAFG: [insert picture of elliptical machine] Guess where I am!
(20 minutes later)
JAFG: I think I got heat rash on my arrse from that little session.
JAFG: No kidding
Kimmert: LOL ouch!
JAFG: I know. Can't wait till I get home and sit on an icepack. :)
Kimmert: I've had chubrub on the thighs before and learned bodyglide is my friend!!
JAFG: Oooh what is that???And "chubrub" <===hahahahaha!
Kimmert: Looks like deodorant. Get it at Dicks sporting goods, runners use it to prevent chaffing. It's great! The Bodyglide, not the chubrub ;)
JAFG: Dunno...seems like under the right circumstances chubrub might not be so bad...
Ah, another fabulous benefit of VWBs: Workout texting. Or, WEXTING. Keeps things fun!
So Angela Pea is my VWB of the day. I'm hitting a new cardio class at the gym tonight. Yup. Me and my heat rash.
Fun times, indeed.
-jafg
Monday, August 2, 2010
My Girl Friday
08/02/10
281.6 lbs
>:o|.
So, it's a good thing I wasn't lying about The Game Plan. I got a lot of responses from that little teaser post.
I also got a lot of responses from Help Wanted. I want to thank each of you on the feedback on my dating bio. I made some recommended changes and we'll see how it goes. I signed up for three months. 90 days should be enough to tell me if it's working. I'll be sure to share all the lovely ups and downs of that experience. Who Knows. Maybe it'll lead to another blog.
Well. I want to begin by saying that having followers is inspirational. Having commenters is, like, unbelieveable. My interaction with my Tweeple is always heartwarming and fun. I count you all as my support system and it's so great to know you're out there cheering me on. I'm cheering for you too! (Even though I did lose a follower over the weekend. Sadface.)
But, sometimes I need a little bit more. Which is why I sent out the bat signal last week. What I need is someone(s) to prod me with a cattle poker and make sure I'm getting off my ass when I'm supposed to. That means in the morning when I'd rather be in bed, or at night when I'd rather be watching TV. Or you know, all the other times I need that motivation. SAG is very wrapped up in tennis (she does all these tourneys which is great for her, but she never works out at the gym now) and BB is wrapped up with wedding stuff and is working out with Her Beau. That leaves me with myself. And between you and me, I can rationalize my way out of anything. And I mean Anything.
Well that leads us up to The Game Plan. I'd like to introduce you to Team JAFG. Please say hello to my little friends!
My Gal Tuesday
281.6 lbs
>:o|.
So, it's a good thing I wasn't lying about The Game Plan. I got a lot of responses from that little teaser post.
I also got a lot of responses from Help Wanted. I want to thank each of you on the feedback on my dating bio. I made some recommended changes and we'll see how it goes. I signed up for three months. 90 days should be enough to tell me if it's working. I'll be sure to share all the lovely ups and downs of that experience. Who Knows. Maybe it'll lead to another blog.
Well. I want to begin by saying that having followers is inspirational. Having commenters is, like, unbelieveable. My interaction with my Tweeple is always heartwarming and fun. I count you all as my support system and it's so great to know you're out there cheering me on. I'm cheering for you too! (Even though I did lose a follower over the weekend. Sadface.)
But, sometimes I need a little bit more. Which is why I sent out the bat signal last week. What I need is someone(s) to prod me with a cattle poker and make sure I'm getting off my ass when I'm supposed to. That means in the morning when I'd rather be in bed, or at night when I'd rather be watching TV. Or you know, all the other times I need that motivation. SAG is very wrapped up in tennis (she does all these tourneys which is great for her, but she never works out at the gym now) and BB is wrapped up with wedding stuff and is working out with Her Beau. That leaves me with myself. And between you and me, I can rationalize my way out of anything. And I mean Anything.
Well that leads us up to The Game Plan. I'd like to introduce you to Team JAFG. Please say hello to my little friends!
My Gal Monday
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| Kimmert http://anotherrunningmom.blogspot.com/ |
My Gal Tuesday
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| Angela Pea http://ktf-skinnyme.blogspot.com/ |
My Gal Wednesday
My Gal Thursday
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| Roxie http://theroxieproject.blogspot.com/ |
These beauties are my virtual workout buddies (henceforth known as VWBs). I was hoping for one and I got four! That's one for every workout. I'm giving each VWB my cell number and my name and we're doing real time one on one support. There are still some details to work out. Scheduling, Planning, Emailling and whatnots. As a matter of fact, Kimmert and I started this morning. We decided on 5:45am morning workout. Well, it turns out that Kimmert's 5:45 is about an hour before mine is. "How?" you ask? Well, she's an Eastern girl and I'm a Central girl. Fortunately, I slept through her first text. It's quite funny really.
Let's talk about that weight you see up there. I ate food like it was facing extinction this weekend. Friday night I had BBQ for takeout. Saturday, I hit up fast food breakfast and then went to a wedding Saturday night. A Catholic Wedding. At 7:00pm. With an open bar. We left the reception (which had a shrimp and grits bar among other things) around 11:30 and hit an "after party". It was at a neighborhood hang out. It's always great to show up to one of those places all dressed up in about 4 cars. We stayed there until it closed and then a smaller group headed to an "after hours" place. Needless to say, I didn't get home until after 4:00am (which, btw, would be 5:00am Kimmert time). I don't know if I told you this before, but I have a party rule: If you're home before 4:00am it's still the night before; if you're home after 4:00am it's the next day. I didn't know I still had it in me to be honest.
A night of one too many leads to a day of poor eating choices. You may not understand this, but that's ok; you don't really need to. My Hangover required two things: A breakfast burrito and a creamy milky something. I opted for a milkshake. When you feel like I did, you have to listen to what Hangover wants. And then, a nap (read as coma) with Kitty on the couch and then a creamy pasta dish from Macaroni Grill for dinner. YIKES. I am choosing not to think about the calories and saturated fat content of all the digestables I had. Actually I don't have to. I simply had to get on the scale this morning.
I'm not beating myself up because I did get up this morning. It wasn't exactly 5:45. After realizing that Kimmert had already done her workout before God was awake, I rationalized myself to sleep until 6:45. Then I laid in bed with open eyeballs and finally forced myself up 10 minutes later (6:55am). I knew I didn't have time for my 30 minutes of Elliptical. I didn't puss out though. I made myself do something that I never never ever do. I did crunches. Twenty of those bastards. I have so much junk in my front-trunk that I forget I even have abdominal muscles so this has been a real shock to the system. I then did 5 pushups. Yes, they were girl push-ups or "Pink Push-ups" as I like to call them, but still, I did them. And then I did these 5 bicycle exercise things. It's where you're on your back and you lift your legs up like you'd be sitting on a bike. You then push one leg straight leaving the other at a 90* angle. You hold the position for like 10 seconds and then you rotate legs. Two leg movements one count. It's a lot harder than you may realize. My thigh muscles are talking to me a bit this afternoon.
Since Angela Pea and I both use the YMCA for our gyms, she's my gym VWB. That way, I can text her from the class and not feel like I'm all alone in that big scary room. It'll be on Tuesdays after work. My choices are Body Pump or Cardioenergy. Truth be told, I'm a little scared of both of these. They sound like a real ass kicker. I'm open to suggestions on which of the two I should take. I'm also going to wear a sleeveless shirt. Maybe.
I'm still working out the details about Wednesday and Thursday (pretty much those two gals are learning about their official team placement through this blog...Hi Ladies!). Amanda as indicated something about weights and resistance training. I have those circuit machines that perhaps we can work out a routine on.
This doesn't mean that I'm only in contact with my VWBs on the assigned days. Oh no. We'll be in contact on a very regular basis. Via texts, emails, what-have-yous. This just helps me really stay on track and keep the variety going.
You may be wondering about the other days of the week. Well, when I was exercising before I didn't have a problem getting to the Concierge Gym on Saturday or Sunday. Which brings me to
My pants fit too tightly not to.
-jafg
Let's talk about that weight you see up there. I ate food like it was facing extinction this weekend. Friday night I had BBQ for takeout. Saturday, I hit up fast food breakfast and then went to a wedding Saturday night. A Catholic Wedding. At 7:00pm. With an open bar. We left the reception (which had a shrimp and grits bar among other things) around 11:30 and hit an "after party". It was at a neighborhood hang out. It's always great to show up to one of those places all dressed up in about 4 cars. We stayed there until it closed and then a smaller group headed to an "after hours" place. Needless to say, I didn't get home until after 4:00am (which, btw, would be 5:00am Kimmert time). I don't know if I told you this before, but I have a party rule: If you're home before 4:00am it's still the night before; if you're home after 4:00am it's the next day. I didn't know I still had it in me to be honest.
A night of one too many leads to a day of poor eating choices. You may not understand this, but that's ok; you don't really need to. My Hangover required two things: A breakfast burrito and a creamy milky something. I opted for a milkshake. When you feel like I did, you have to listen to what Hangover wants. And then, a nap (read as coma) with Kitty on the couch and then a creamy pasta dish from Macaroni Grill for dinner. YIKES. I am choosing not to think about the calories and saturated fat content of all the digestables I had. Actually I don't have to. I simply had to get on the scale this morning.
I'm not beating myself up because I did get up this morning. It wasn't exactly 5:45. After realizing that Kimmert had already done her workout before God was awake, I rationalized myself to sleep until 6:45. Then I laid in bed with open eyeballs and finally forced myself up 10 minutes later (6:55am). I knew I didn't have time for my 30 minutes of Elliptical. I didn't puss out though. I made myself do something that I never never ever do. I did crunches. Twenty of those bastards. I have so much junk in my front-trunk that I forget I even have abdominal muscles so this has been a real shock to the system. I then did 5 pushups. Yes, they were girl push-ups or "Pink Push-ups" as I like to call them, but still, I did them. And then I did these 5 bicycle exercise things. It's where you're on your back and you lift your legs up like you'd be sitting on a bike. You then push one leg straight leaving the other at a 90* angle. You hold the position for like 10 seconds and then you rotate legs. Two leg movements one count. It's a lot harder than you may realize. My thigh muscles are talking to me a bit this afternoon.
Since Angela Pea and I both use the YMCA for our gyms, she's my gym VWB. That way, I can text her from the class and not feel like I'm all alone in that big scary room. It'll be on Tuesdays after work. My choices are Body Pump or Cardioenergy. Truth be told, I'm a little scared of both of these. They sound like a real ass kicker. I'm open to suggestions on which of the two I should take. I'm also going to wear a sleeveless shirt. Maybe.
I'm still working out the details about Wednesday and Thursday (pretty much those two gals are learning about their official team placement through this blog...Hi Ladies!). Amanda as indicated something about weights and resistance training. I have those circuit machines that perhaps we can work out a routine on.
This doesn't mean that I'm only in contact with my VWBs on the assigned days. Oh no. We'll be in contact on a very regular basis. Via texts, emails, what-have-yous. This just helps me really stay on track and keep the variety going.
You may be wondering about the other days of the week. Well, when I was exercising before I didn't have a problem getting to the Concierge Gym on Saturday or Sunday. Which brings me to
My Gal Friday
BB has indicated a workout this evening may be possible so I'm planning on hitting the elliptical tonight.  |
| Me! |
My pants fit too tightly not to.
-jafg
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Help Wanted
07/29/10
278.6 lbs
I didn't weigh today. That was yesterday.
Firstly, I don't know why it's been so long since I posted! I haven't even tweeted any pithy comments and thoughts. I hope you all didn't completely forget I was here. Well. I'm still alive. And kicking. Figuratively speaking anyway.
I haven't exercised in weeks. WEEKS. I have been taking the stairs at work as often as possible. When I'm really hot, though, I still take that elevator. The Mom came for a visit this week and it was great to see her. I made some effin awesome meals. They were healthier than they could have been (I made a bechamel sauce with 1% milk rather than heavy cream or half & half).
I'm rambling at the moment. Sorry about that.
Let's get down to business, shall we? I need two things from you, Bloggin Buddies. Firstly, I need some workout accountability partners and I need them stat. I can't seem to make the choice to get moving on my own. I know I should be, but I'm not. It's not that I can't, but I won't and I don't have a reason why except for laziness 9or something like it anyway). I can always find something else to do other than exercise. Damnit. I'm even ok with opening up my super secret fat girl identity to, say, work out together virtually where I check in and out with Exercise via my nifty cellular phone texting tools. I'm talking one-on-one here, not Twitter of Facebook. Although, my email's blowing up with friend requests. I need to respond to those, too. I'm so behind on jafg stuff. I digress. You see how easy that happens? This is why I need that accountability partner.
On to Thing Two. I signed up for Match(dot)com. Well, I haven't paid yet, but I did post a profile. I got three emails since starting my account last week so I think I'm gonna upgrade.
I thought I'd share my long ass bio with you people so you can tell me if I'm datable. Cause it's been so long I forgot what you actually do on a date. Really. So, here goes...
You know, one of the hardest things to do is describing yourself for a dating site. Or any other interview-type situation, really. So, hmmm…Well, I love soymilk. How’s that for a beginning? :o)
I am what you might call a social butterfly. I wouldn’t say I'm the life of the party, but I certainly do love to socialize! I've got a close network of friends both here and [geographical locations omitted]
I'm serious about work and about my free time. My friends are important to me so a person that blends well with them is also important. I would also hope to fit well into his circle of friends. There's tons of [college] sports in my local crew so if that's what he's into, he'll be welcomed with open arms. While I'm not a diehard fan, I do enjoy a good sporting event. Although, I'd rather watch a [college] football game on TV rather than in person. Just so you know.
Let's just clear the air on physical appearance. I'll be the first to admit that I can appreciate a good looking guy (or girl, really. I think Scarlett Johansson has a terrific body!). I understand (and think) that there's got to be that phisycal attraction between two people. So, I want to be completely up front with you on this. I am a plus-size girl. I’m 34; it’s not news to me. I’m comfortable in my own skin, but I’m also embarking on a new healthy path. Facing 35 makes one think about these things. I joined the YMCA in June and learned that there’s nothing like getting your rear handed to you after an intense workout.
For me, genuine is key. My match will be family-oriented and independent. He'll be full of life and maybe just a bit deviant. :-) I’m really hoping to find someone that will completely appreciate me for who I am right now and will also be encouraging for where I want to be. It’s my goal to be that same person for my “person”.
If you're interested in just hanging out (which is welcomed!), or in finding out if something may click, please let me know! (I'm not upgrading my account until I know there is some interest.)
Oh, and I’ve got to be honest with you here, I’m usually about 15-20 minutes behind schedule. Well, that’s true as long as “usually” means always.
Other than that, I wish you the best of luck in your search!
Cheers!
Well, there you have it. Let me know what you really think about this. Also, I need that virtual workout buddy.
My new dating life depends on it.
-jafg
P.S.:
Katy at Project Look Good Naked gave me a Versatile Blogger award! Forever I never get an award and now, I get two in one month!
Thank you Katy!
P. P. S.:
Holy. Timeline. I just realized that I celebrated my 1 year bloggin anniversary. Like, literally. Just Now. Celebrate with me by reading that first one again.
278.6 lbs
I didn't weigh today. That was yesterday.
Firstly, I don't know why it's been so long since I posted! I haven't even tweeted any pithy comments and thoughts. I hope you all didn't completely forget I was here. Well. I'm still alive. And kicking. Figuratively speaking anyway.
I haven't exercised in weeks. WEEKS. I have been taking the stairs at work as often as possible. When I'm really hot, though, I still take that elevator. The Mom came for a visit this week and it was great to see her. I made some effin awesome meals. They were healthier than they could have been (I made a bechamel sauce with 1% milk rather than heavy cream or half & half).
I'm rambling at the moment. Sorry about that.
Let's get down to business, shall we? I need two things from you, Bloggin Buddies. Firstly, I need some workout accountability partners and I need them stat. I can't seem to make the choice to get moving on my own. I know I should be, but I'm not. It's not that I can't, but I won't and I don't have a reason why except for laziness 9or something like it anyway). I can always find something else to do other than exercise. Damnit. I'm even ok with opening up my super secret fat girl identity to, say, work out together virtually where I check in and out with Exercise via my nifty cellular phone texting tools. I'm talking one-on-one here, not Twitter of Facebook. Although, my email's blowing up with friend requests. I need to respond to those, too. I'm so behind on jafg stuff. I digress. You see how easy that happens? This is why I need that accountability partner.
On to Thing Two. I signed up for Match(dot)com. Well, I haven't paid yet, but I did post a profile. I got three emails since starting my account last week so I think I'm gonna upgrade.
I thought I'd share my long ass bio with you people so you can tell me if I'm datable. Cause it's been so long I forgot what you actually do on a date. Really. So, here goes...
You know, one of the hardest things to do is describing yourself for a dating site. Or any other interview-type situation, really. So, hmmm…Well, I love soymilk. How’s that for a beginning? :o)
I am what you might call a social butterfly. I wouldn’t say I'm the life of the party, but I certainly do love to socialize! I've got a close network of friends both here and [geographical locations omitted]
I'm serious about work and about my free time. My friends are important to me so a person that blends well with them is also important. I would also hope to fit well into his circle of friends. There's tons of [college] sports in my local crew so if that's what he's into, he'll be welcomed with open arms. While I'm not a diehard fan, I do enjoy a good sporting event. Although, I'd rather watch a [college] football game on TV rather than in person. Just so you know.
Let's just clear the air on physical appearance. I'll be the first to admit that I can appreciate a good looking guy (or girl, really. I think Scarlett Johansson has a terrific body!). I understand (and think) that there's got to be that phisycal attraction between two people. So, I want to be completely up front with you on this. I am a plus-size girl. I’m 34; it’s not news to me. I’m comfortable in my own skin, but I’m also embarking on a new healthy path. Facing 35 makes one think about these things. I joined the YMCA in June and learned that there’s nothing like getting your rear handed to you after an intense workout.
For me, genuine is key. My match will be family-oriented and independent. He'll be full of life and maybe just a bit deviant. :-) I’m really hoping to find someone that will completely appreciate me for who I am right now and will also be encouraging for where I want to be. It’s my goal to be that same person for my “person”.
If you're interested in just hanging out (which is welcomed!), or in finding out if something may click, please let me know! (I'm not upgrading my account until I know there is some interest.)
Oh, and I’ve got to be honest with you here, I’m usually about 15-20 minutes behind schedule. Well, that’s true as long as “usually” means always.
Other than that, I wish you the best of luck in your search!
Cheers!
Well, there you have it. Let me know what you really think about this. Also, I need that virtual workout buddy.
My new dating life depends on it.
-jafg
P.S.:
Katy at Project Look Good Naked gave me a Versatile Blogger award! Forever I never get an award and now, I get two in one month!
Thank you Katy!
P. P. S.:
Holy. Timeline. I just realized that I celebrated my 1 year bloggin anniversary. Like, literally. Just Now. Celebrate with me by reading that first one again.
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Just A Sunday Check-In
06/20/10
275.4 lbs
Isn't that freakin awesome??! I couldn't let the day go by without saying something.
I had a hard workout this morning which was awesome. I celebrated by throwing caution to the wind and wearing the cute black and white swim top (with the shorts) to the pool. It's the one that I thought was too short to wear. You all loved it so much I figured "what the hell". When I got back I stripped to shower. If I'm naked, I weigh. Otherwise, I consider it a wasted opportunity. So I jumped on the scale before getting into the shower. It said 275.4 lbs. I stepped on it 3 times to make sure it was the real deal. After the shower, I got on it one more time for the hell of it and it said 275.2 lbs. I didn't get on it again.
On Monday I said that I wanted to hit 275 lbs this week. I totally did!
That's all.
-jafg
275.4 lbs
Isn't that freakin awesome??! I couldn't let the day go by without saying something.
I had a hard workout this morning which was awesome. I celebrated by throwing caution to the wind and wearing the cute black and white swim top (with the shorts) to the pool. It's the one that I thought was too short to wear. You all loved it so much I figured "what the hell". When I got back I stripped to shower. If I'm naked, I weigh. Otherwise, I consider it a wasted opportunity. So I jumped on the scale before getting into the shower. It said 275.4 lbs. I stepped on it 3 times to make sure it was the real deal. After the shower, I got on it one more time for the hell of it and it said 275.2 lbs. I didn't get on it again.
On Monday I said that I wanted to hit 275 lbs this week. I totally did!
That's all.
-jafg
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Add It Up
06/17/10
278.0 lbs
I feel a little better, but I'm hoping for more movement tomorrow.
So, I tried a different elliptical machine last night. There are so many kinds and each one seems to be different. This one was more like pedalling a bike than any other I've been on. I didn't like it AT ALL. I had to put it at the lowest level and it seemed to only work the top of my thighs (the quads, right?). My knee was very warm when I was done, too. Also, on all the other machines, I usually kill a mile in just under 15 minutes. I could only do a half a mile in just over 15 minutes. On the lowest level. What?!?
I met BB and 15YO at Concierge Gym last night. 15YO was running, like running, on the treadmill and BB was busy on the machine from hell. They met me there and had already been going for 7 minutes. After 20 minutes they both stopped and were waiting on me. Well, I had only been on for about 10 minutes and already thought I was gonna die. BB felt the same. She had originally planned on doing 30 minutes (me too) but the machine from hell got the best of her. In stead of going to the pool or working on the circuit trainers, both of them parked it by me and were just waiting. Nothing like a little pressure. I only made it another 5 minutes and then threw in the towel. Shame on me. Then we went to hang out at the pool.
I've been mildly concerned about the big weight change (from a 276.6 lbs reading to a 279.2 lbs reading ... huh?!). I have to be honest with myself (and, I guess, with you).
I totally snacked on Saturday night. And on Sunday night. And...yes, Monday night, too.
I've discovered sunkist fruit gummies. Damn they're good. I ate way too many packets (about 110 calories a pack I just found out. YIKES). I also bought little mini snicker icecream bars (90 calories a peice). I had one of them Sunday night and TWO of them Monday night. I may have had one Tuesday night, too. I'm not sure. It's all starting to blur together in a guilt-induced haze.
I did exercise Sunday, Monday and yesterday. I had unusual activity of laser tag and roller skating on Wednesday. Oh, which reminds me. We went for ice cream afterward. Damnit.
Now, I knew I was snacking when I snacked. I knew what I was buying when I was buying those mini snicker icecream bars. In my defence,though, you should all know how I am about a Snicker Bar. I mean, it's its own blog post label for goodness sake! I was pretty excited to see they came in the 90-calorie variety. And those sunkist fruit gummies are very small packs with only about 10 gummies in each. When you eat 4 packs (over the course of about 3 hours), well, that was a bit much. At least Sunday it was only 2. Packs that is. Which is 220 calories. Sheesh.
Honestly, I didn't think anything of the snacking (with the exception of eating TWO snicker icecream bars that one night) at the time it was happening. I was actually thinking that I was doing good believe it or not. I was comparing to when I used to really have at it. Icecream woulda been involved, but it woulda been like a pint Ben & Jerry's. All at one sitting. Not kidding. So, comparing my "now self" to my "then self", I thought I had really improved. The scale showed me I was wrong. I could have been wronger (fyi...that's not a word). I remembered to eat healthy the rest of the time. Breakfast, lunch, diner...all okay. Snacking...not so much. And it caught up with me.
My life in moderation hasn't been as moderate as I let myself believe it was. I don't feel bad about it, I just realize that all my decisions affect me, no matter what they may be.
Even the reduced calorie kind.
-jafg
278.0 lbs
I feel a little better, but I'm hoping for more movement tomorrow.
So, I tried a different elliptical machine last night. There are so many kinds and each one seems to be different. This one was more like pedalling a bike than any other I've been on. I didn't like it AT ALL. I had to put it at the lowest level and it seemed to only work the top of my thighs (the quads, right?). My knee was very warm when I was done, too. Also, on all the other machines, I usually kill a mile in just under 15 minutes. I could only do a half a mile in just over 15 minutes. On the lowest level. What?!?
I met BB and 15YO at Concierge Gym last night. 15YO was running, like running, on the treadmill and BB was busy on the machine from hell. They met me there and had already been going for 7 minutes. After 20 minutes they both stopped and were waiting on me. Well, I had only been on for about 10 minutes and already thought I was gonna die. BB felt the same. She had originally planned on doing 30 minutes (me too) but the machine from hell got the best of her. In stead of going to the pool or working on the circuit trainers, both of them parked it by me and were just waiting. Nothing like a little pressure. I only made it another 5 minutes and then threw in the towel. Shame on me. Then we went to hang out at the pool.
I've been mildly concerned about the big weight change (from a 276.6 lbs reading to a 279.2 lbs reading ... huh?!). I have to be honest with myself (and, I guess, with you).
I totally snacked on Saturday night. And on Sunday night. And...yes, Monday night, too.
I've discovered sunkist fruit gummies. Damn they're good. I ate way too many packets (about 110 calories a pack I just found out. YIKES). I also bought little mini snicker icecream bars (90 calories a peice). I had one of them Sunday night and TWO of them Monday night. I may have had one Tuesday night, too. I'm not sure. It's all starting to blur together in a guilt-induced haze.
I did exercise Sunday, Monday and yesterday. I had unusual activity of laser tag and roller skating on Wednesday. Oh, which reminds me. We went for ice cream afterward. Damnit.
Now, I knew I was snacking when I snacked. I knew what I was buying when I was buying those mini snicker icecream bars. In my defence,though, you should all know how I am about a Snicker Bar. I mean, it's its own blog post label for goodness sake! I was pretty excited to see they came in the 90-calorie variety. And those sunkist fruit gummies are very small packs with only about 10 gummies in each. When you eat 4 packs (over the course of about 3 hours), well, that was a bit much. At least Sunday it was only 2. Packs that is. Which is 220 calories. Sheesh.
Honestly, I didn't think anything of the snacking (with the exception of eating TWO snicker icecream bars that one night) at the time it was happening. I was actually thinking that I was doing good believe it or not. I was comparing to when I used to really have at it. Icecream woulda been involved, but it woulda been like a pint Ben & Jerry's. All at one sitting. Not kidding. So, comparing my "now self" to my "then self", I thought I had really improved. The scale showed me I was wrong. I could have been wronger (fyi...that's not a word). I remembered to eat healthy the rest of the time. Breakfast, lunch, diner...all okay. Snacking...not so much. And it caught up with me.
My life in moderation hasn't been as moderate as I let myself believe it was. I don't feel bad about it, I just realize that all my decisions affect me, no matter what they may be.
Even the reduced calorie kind.
-jafg
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Roller Derby, Anyone?
06/16/10
279.2 lbs
I'm still evaluating my recently past behavior. I am also going to the gym tonight.
I'm still a little high from all the twitter and bloggin love I've gotten over the past few days. I have grown to 53 followers! I always find it to be an exciting/humbling experience when a new follower sprouts up. I also do my best to follow you all and add you to my blogs I heart a lot list. (If you're not on there, please let me know!). I accidentally selected to follow myself one day--which apparently you can totally do--and now I don't want to unfollow cause I don't want to decrease my numbers. I heart you all! Love You Mean It!
While every comment and follower means the world to me, the love received over the picture posting was SO unexpected and encouraging! I'll tell you, I have a regular square-ish screen on my laptop and have a widescreen monitor on the desktop (which I use most of the time). I posted those pictures on the regular square-ish screen machine. I think, after seeing them on the widescreen, had I seen them on this machine first, I SO would not have posted them. EGAD. Widescreen makes a difference.
Bygones.
So, I played laser tag last night. And I went skating. Yeah, skating. Like old-school-orange-wheeled-fake-suede-horrible-shoelacey skating. I learned a few things. Firstly, skating rinks still smell like stinky feet and sweaty kids. Secondly, there is no such thing as a fat skater. I have the videos to prove it.
Don't get me wrong. There were some kids in there that still had a fair share of baby pudge going on. But I'm talking a lack of Big People. Not the parents sitting on the sidelines, but the folks out on the rink. Most of them were under the age of 10, btw. Then a good many of them were under the age of 15. There was some dude there that was totally sporting the scary 70's porn mustache and I never exactly saw him with a kid. I'm still a little concerned about that one. Anyway, point is NONE of them were fat.
So BB's little 15 year old brother came for a two week visit. Because of this, BB and Her Beau are trying to find "minor friendly" things to do. Last night, it was half price night at this game park. So, we piled in the car and headed for some laser tag. I've never played laser tag before. It involves a black light and 10 year old kids. I think next time I'll have a few drinks first. Of the Adult Beverage variety.
Well. We play 2 rather fast rounds of laser tag and decide that's enough. As we're walking out the notion hits me...How freakin fun would it be to roller skate again after like 20 years? (Holy. Shit. It HAS been 20 years. 8-/ ) We all head over--after a little convincing-- for the skate exchange where you give Them your shoes and They give you hideous skates. I'm still stoked anyway. We then sit down on the box benches (ohmawgaw, they still use those carpet covered box benches!) and begin to put on said hideous skates.
A new notion hits me. How freakin stupid is this idea, anyway??!!?
...Dear Lord.......Please Please Please don't let me die!...
I did survive. I stayed on the carpet area (which was a cookie monster blue) so I'd have a little more traction on the wheels of death. I actually made it almost completely around the rink floor once. I was clinging with all my might to the poor 15YO's arm. I bet he still has white marks where I was gripping so hard. Thankfully, though, I never fell. I also got one hell of a strength training workout for my legs. Believe me.
It wasn't until I sat down and took the hideous skates off that I had the revalation about the fat people and skating and how there wasn't a single one of them in there besides me. I was the biggest girl on the block, or in the rink, or whatever. I can't tell you why I realized this and I find it a little odd that I had the thought, to be honest. I can tell you, though, I didn't feel self conscious...not once.
I was too busy concentrating on not breaking my ass.
-jafg
279.2 lbs
I'm still evaluating my recently past behavior. I am also going to the gym tonight.
I'm still a little high from all the twitter and bloggin love I've gotten over the past few days. I have grown to 53 followers! I always find it to be an exciting/humbling experience when a new follower sprouts up. I also do my best to follow you all and add you to my blogs I heart a lot list. (If you're not on there, please let me know!). I accidentally selected to follow myself one day--which apparently you can totally do--and now I don't want to unfollow cause I don't want to decrease my numbers. I heart you all! Love You Mean It!
While every comment and follower means the world to me, the love received over the picture posting was SO unexpected and encouraging! I'll tell you, I have a regular square-ish screen on my laptop and have a widescreen monitor on the desktop (which I use most of the time). I posted those pictures on the regular square-ish screen machine. I think, after seeing them on the widescreen, had I seen them on this machine first, I SO would not have posted them. EGAD. Widescreen makes a difference.
Bygones.
Don't get me wrong. There were some kids in there that still had a fair share of baby pudge going on. But I'm talking a lack of Big People. Not the parents sitting on the sidelines, but the folks out on the rink. Most of them were under the age of 10, btw. Then a good many of them were under the age of 15. There was some dude there that was totally sporting the scary 70's porn mustache and I never exactly saw him with a kid. I'm still a little concerned about that one. Anyway, point is NONE of them were fat.
So BB's little 15 year old brother came for a two week visit. Because of this, BB and Her Beau are trying to find "minor friendly" things to do. Last night, it was half price night at this game park. So, we piled in the car and headed for some laser tag. I've never played laser tag before. It involves a black light and 10 year old kids. I think next time I'll have a few drinks first. Of the Adult Beverage variety.
Well. We play 2 rather fast rounds of laser tag and decide that's enough. As we're walking out the notion hits me...How freakin fun would it be to roller skate again after like 20 years? (Holy. Shit. It HAS been 20 years. 8-/ ) We all head over--after a little convincing-- for the skate exchange where you give Them your shoes and They give you hideous skates. I'm still stoked anyway. We then sit down on the box benches (ohmawgaw, they still use those carpet covered box benches!) and begin to put on said hideous skates.
A new notion hits me. How freakin stupid is this idea, anyway??!!?
...Dear Lord.......Please Please Please don't let me die!...
I did survive. I stayed on the carpet area (which was a cookie monster blue) so I'd have a little more traction on the wheels of death. I actually made it almost completely around the rink floor once. I was clinging with all my might to the poor 15YO's arm. I bet he still has white marks where I was gripping so hard. Thankfully, though, I never fell. I also got one hell of a strength training workout for my legs. Believe me.
It wasn't until I sat down and took the hideous skates off that I had the revalation about the fat people and skating and how there wasn't a single one of them in there besides me. I was the biggest girl on the block, or in the rink, or whatever. I can't tell you why I realized this and I find it a little odd that I had the thought, to be honest. I can tell you, though, I didn't feel self conscious...not once.
I was too busy concentrating on not breaking my ass.
-jafg
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
What Has Happened...
06/15/10
279.2 lbs
I'm not exactly sure what's happened here. I am exactly sure that I'm none too happy about it.
You should all know by now that I am an avid stalker of Jack Sh*t. I usually talk about him fondly in passing, but today I must dedicate my blog post to his blog post What Would Happen.... Before you read further, please take a moment to read his. It's not extremely wordy so it shouldn't take too long...
Read it already? Ok, you may move forward now.
Close to this time last year, after reading this post I'd be sitting in my chair right now with a serious case of the "What If"s. Today, though, I'm not!
I've committed, I mean really committed to this weightloss journey of mine. How do I know? I know because I make decisions weekly, daily, hourly, even minute-to-minute about my health and weightloss. Sometimes, I don't make the right choices, but I recognize them now, really recognize them, and I take the opportunity to right myself when I am wrong. I realized it isn't a race. There is no finish line.
I've transitioned from the "half-hearted swipe" to an honest effort. I may struggle with 6:00am, but I know it's there now. I go to my Concierge Gym and I use my membership at The Gym with my friends. A "co-ed" gym. That I use. To workout. With boys around. I can honestly say that never and I mean NEVER in a million years would have believed that I would be working out at a gym that I was paying to use. But I do. And I'm happy about it, too.
I have traded those restaurant menus for a little healthy home cooking. I should modify this to say that, even though restaurants haven't left me, I make smarter food choices when I'm out. I think about ingredients. I think about food preparation. I thought about them before, but in a completely "I'm here to just enjoy my love of food" way. I have incorporated healthy lifestyle into my love. I also buy more fruit than I ever have before. I don't have a problem consuming veg. I do have a problem consuming fruit. So, I buy more of it. Cherries are my favorite right now. Oranges are always a stand-by. Strawberries are great too. I buy based on ingredients in products and nutrition in general. I've always "sort-of" done this, now I just always do it. Period. even my "splurges" are small serving sizes which I strictly follow. I love checking out at the grocery store now. All those imaginary eyes on everything coming out of the fat girl's basket are healthy! Not DIET-y, but HEALTH-y. Go me!
I turn off the TV or computer every so often and do my best to see just how much sweat I can wring out of my body. I found out that I love sweat. Well, sweat that I cause, anyway. I love seeing my arms glisten because I'm sweating. I know when my arms and legs sweat, I'm doing something good. There's not another feeling like it. I love that feeling of accomplishment when I leave The Gym a little sopping. Know what I mean?
I blog to truly hold myself accountable. It started as a social experiment of sorts. It really was just to record my thoughts and feelings about my love/hate relationship with the world of weight. It's grown into so much more. I love my "blog watchers". Each of you is like a member of my extended family. And just like you're part of mine, I feel like I'm part of yours. I love writing my blog, but I love reading yours, too. I don't think that one could work without the other. After all, it takes a village... :-)
I've made my story something exceptional instead of exhausting, something phenomenal instead of pedestrian, something remarkable instead of run-of-the-mill. But, you know what? It always has been.
I have cornered and killed at least one of my bad habits. And it's not easy. One bad habit gone...no exercise. That one died this year. Yea me! The big one I'm still working on, completely quit smoking. Completely. No "snacking". Ever. Such a pain in the ass.
I reached deep down and found a gear that I didn't know I even had. Um, Hello?! I posted pictures of me on the internet in my BATHING SUIT. That would definitely be a gear I didn't know I had.
If the wind could really catch my sails, am I even aware of the places I could go, the future I could make for myself? I'm not 100% sure of where I'm going to end up "docking" after this healthy trip, but I sure am enjoying the ride!
I don't take "I can't" for an answer. I stepped out of my own way and I'm moving full on ahead with my eyes wide open and limitless expectations.
This is what has happened.
This is the new me. And I'm hungry for more!
-jafg
279.2 lbs
I'm not exactly sure what's happened here. I am exactly sure that I'm none too happy about it.
You should all know by now that I am an avid stalker of Jack Sh*t. I usually talk about him fondly in passing, but today I must dedicate my blog post to his blog post What Would Happen.... Before you read further, please take a moment to read his. It's not extremely wordy so it shouldn't take too long...
Read it already? Ok, you may move forward now.
Close to this time last year, after reading this post I'd be sitting in my chair right now with a serious case of the "What If"s. Today, though, I'm not!
I've committed, I mean really committed to this weightloss journey of mine. How do I know? I know because I make decisions weekly, daily, hourly, even minute-to-minute about my health and weightloss. Sometimes, I don't make the right choices, but I recognize them now, really recognize them, and I take the opportunity to right myself when I am wrong. I realized it isn't a race. There is no finish line.
I've transitioned from the "half-hearted swipe" to an honest effort. I may struggle with 6:00am, but I know it's there now. I go to my Concierge Gym and I use my membership at The Gym with my friends. A "co-ed" gym. That I use. To workout. With boys around. I can honestly say that never and I mean NEVER in a million years would have believed that I would be working out at a gym that I was paying to use. But I do. And I'm happy about it, too.
I have traded those restaurant menus for a little healthy home cooking. I should modify this to say that, even though restaurants haven't left me, I make smarter food choices when I'm out. I think about ingredients. I think about food preparation. I thought about them before, but in a completely "I'm here to just enjoy my love of food" way. I have incorporated healthy lifestyle into my love. I also buy more fruit than I ever have before. I don't have a problem consuming veg. I do have a problem consuming fruit. So, I buy more of it. Cherries are my favorite right now. Oranges are always a stand-by. Strawberries are great too. I buy based on ingredients in products and nutrition in general. I've always "sort-of" done this, now I just always do it. Period. even my "splurges" are small serving sizes which I strictly follow. I love checking out at the grocery store now. All those imaginary eyes on everything coming out of the fat girl's basket are healthy! Not DIET-y, but HEALTH-y. Go me!
I turn off the TV or computer every so often and do my best to see just how much sweat I can wring out of my body. I found out that I love sweat. Well, sweat that I cause, anyway. I love seeing my arms glisten because I'm sweating. I know when my arms and legs sweat, I'm doing something good. There's not another feeling like it. I love that feeling of accomplishment when I leave The Gym a little sopping. Know what I mean?
I blog to truly hold myself accountable. It started as a social experiment of sorts. It really was just to record my thoughts and feelings about my love/hate relationship with the world of weight. It's grown into so much more. I love my "blog watchers". Each of you is like a member of my extended family. And just like you're part of mine, I feel like I'm part of yours. I love writing my blog, but I love reading yours, too. I don't think that one could work without the other. After all, it takes a village... :-)
I've made my story something exceptional instead of exhausting, something phenomenal instead of pedestrian, something remarkable instead of run-of-the-mill. But, you know what? It always has been.
I have cornered and killed at least one of my bad habits. And it's not easy. One bad habit gone...no exercise. That one died this year. Yea me! The big one I'm still working on, completely quit smoking. Completely. No "snacking". Ever. Such a pain in the ass.
I reached deep down and found a gear that I didn't know I even had. Um, Hello?! I posted pictures of me on the internet in my BATHING SUIT. That would definitely be a gear I didn't know I had.
If the wind could really catch my sails, am I even aware of the places I could go, the future I could make for myself? I'm not 100% sure of where I'm going to end up "docking" after this healthy trip, but I sure am enjoying the ride!
I don't take "I can't" for an answer. I stepped out of my own way and I'm moving full on ahead with my eyes wide open and limitless expectations.
This is what has happened.
This is the new me. And I'm hungry for more!
-jafg
Monday, June 14, 2010
W.I.D.T.H.! (I'm Finally Famous...Sort Of)
06/14/10
277.4 lbs
Just yesterday the scale said 276.6 lbs. I have decided to make 275 lbs a goal for this week. Wish me luck!
Ok. So We've established I was out of town last week and the week before. Well, I was featured in Jack Sh*t's W.I.D.T.H. post on June 2! (Find that post here ==> WIDTH A Little Help From My Friends. I'm the 4th one down, you can't miss me...) I haven't been this excited since he actually posted a comment on my blog last year! (Find that post here ==> I Think Therefore I Can't?. Side note, I've come a long way, Baby!)
I didn't discover this until I ran to my internet upon my return home Tuesday. It was like getting a Christmas present that you hope you'll get, but aren't too sure you've been good enough throughout the year. I feel famous now.
I have almost won the bathing suit challenge! YAH-HOOOOO! I told you a few weeks ago that I made yet another bathing suit purchase; this one from Land's End. Can I just say they rock? I opted for a two-piece which still baffles and befuddles me. I've mentioned in other postings that, even though I am a plus-sized shopper, I do not have a plus-sized bust. This is really aggrivating when shopping for a bathing suit. I have enough to merritt underwire, but not enough to merritt a large cup area. I just need a normal size C-cup. When I buy a suit by the bra size, I end up with like a size 16 fit which isn't physically possible at the moment (<== like how I choose to stay postive here?) When I try just the "soft cup" one-piece The Girls just hang in not flattering ways. You see, perkiness just isn't part of the picture anymore.
Anyway. I decided to buy separates so I can specify a smaller top size to a lager bottom size. It totally worked. The girl swim shorts are a good fit as long as I'm not sitting at a 90* angle and one of the two tops fits superbly while the onter one will be nice for a little later this season (said optimistically). They're both the same size (in theory) but one's a halter and fits differently. I love it, but I'm new to halters so it's an adjustment. I'll be keeping that one for later this summer. My suits were delivered on Thursday.
Moms and I went to Concierge Gym on Sunday. She did two miles on the recumbent and decided to go to the pool while I finished up on the elliptical and weight/circuit machines. I got in a 50 minute workout that felt GOOD. I found her wading around so I took off the tennies sat down and put my feet in the water. Heaven. It was great. It occured to me that I had only gone swimming once while on vacation and that just wasn't setting right with the soul. There weren't many people around and I kept thinking "I could have gone and gotten my suit on and been back by now". By time I got to round three of that train of thought I'd had enough and went to change.
I decided to throw on my new suit (that's the solid black top, not the vine halter). I pull some shorts over my shorts, throw on my white button-down I use as a summer cover-up slather on a decent layer of sun-screen (I am a firm believer in protecting your skin in the sun), grab towels and the sun-screen bottles and head down to the pool. All in all, it took me about 15 minutes. I walked right in, took off my top layer of shorts, the button-down-cover-up and walked head held high (but still looking down so I didn't miss any steps) into the pool. What a triumphant moment! To top it off, I stayed in when cute boys came in. I didn't mind when they ended up at the spots next to ours. I was a little uncomfortable, but I didn't let me get too worked up, after all, I have a great tan right now. I get out, maneuver to put more sun-screen on, and totally lay out all exposed-like on my chair! To top it off, I totally manage to get an invitation to a White Party happening in the not so distant future from the cutest one.
At the end of pool time, I get up, pull on my button-down shirt and walk out. I didn't even pull on the second layer of shorts! I'm so very proud of me. This losing weight business has boosted my confidence in ways I didn't even know needed to be done.
That's just another reason Why I Do This Here...
-jafg
277.4 lbs
Just yesterday the scale said 276.6 lbs. I have decided to make 275 lbs a goal for this week. Wish me luck!
Ok. So We've established I was out of town last week and the week before. Well, I was featured in Jack Sh*t's W.I.D.T.H. post on June 2! (Find that post here ==> WIDTH A Little Help From My Friends. I'm the 4th one down, you can't miss me...) I haven't been this excited since he actually posted a comment on my blog last year! (Find that post here ==> I Think Therefore I Can't?. Side note, I've come a long way, Baby!)
I didn't discover this until I ran to my internet upon my return home Tuesday. It was like getting a Christmas present that you hope you'll get, but aren't too sure you've been good enough throughout the year. I feel famous now.
Onto other equally exciting news...
I have almost won the bathing suit challenge! YAH-HOOOOO! I told you a few weeks ago that I made yet another bathing suit purchase; this one from Land's End. Can I just say they rock? I opted for a two-piece which still baffles and befuddles me. I've mentioned in other postings that, even though I am a plus-sized shopper, I do not have a plus-sized bust. This is really aggrivating when shopping for a bathing suit. I have enough to merritt underwire, but not enough to merritt a large cup area. I just need a normal size C-cup. When I buy a suit by the bra size, I end up with like a size 16 fit which isn't physically possible at the moment (<== like how I choose to stay postive here?) When I try just the "soft cup" one-piece The Girls just hang in not flattering ways. You see, perkiness just isn't part of the picture anymore.
Anyway. I decided to buy separates so I can specify a smaller top size to a lager bottom size. It totally worked. The girl swim shorts are a good fit as long as I'm not sitting at a 90* angle and one of the two tops fits superbly while the onter one will be nice for a little later this season (said optimistically). They're both the same size (in theory) but one's a halter and fits differently. I love it, but I'm new to halters so it's an adjustment. I'll be keeping that one for later this summer. My suits were delivered on Thursday.
Aren't they cute??
Moms and I went to Concierge Gym on Sunday. She did two miles on the recumbent and decided to go to the pool while I finished up on the elliptical and weight/circuit machines. I got in a 50 minute workout that felt GOOD. I found her wading around so I took off the tennies sat down and put my feet in the water. Heaven. It was great. It occured to me that I had only gone swimming once while on vacation and that just wasn't setting right with the soul. There weren't many people around and I kept thinking "I could have gone and gotten my suit on and been back by now". By time I got to round three of that train of thought I'd had enough and went to change.
I decided to throw on my new suit (that's the solid black top, not the vine halter). I pull some shorts over my shorts, throw on my white button-down I use as a summer cover-up slather on a decent layer of sun-screen (I am a firm believer in protecting your skin in the sun), grab towels and the sun-screen bottles and head down to the pool. All in all, it took me about 15 minutes. I walked right in, took off my top layer of shorts, the button-down-cover-up and walked head held high (but still looking down so I didn't miss any steps) into the pool. What a triumphant moment! To top it off, I stayed in when cute boys came in. I didn't mind when they ended up at the spots next to ours. I was a little uncomfortable, but I didn't let me get too worked up, after all, I have a great tan right now. I get out, maneuver to put more sun-screen on, and totally lay out all exposed-like on my chair! To top it off, I totally manage to get an invitation to a White Party happening in the not so distant future from the cutest one.
At the end of pool time, I get up, pull on my button-down shirt and walk out. I didn't even pull on the second layer of shorts! I'm so very proud of me. This losing weight business has boosted my confidence in ways I didn't even know needed to be done.
That's just another reason Why I Do This Here...
-jafg
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Yin and Yang and Predictable Predicaments
05/25/10
279.2 lbs
Whew. It's still not the 278.2 lbs it was on Friday, but I'll take it.
I finally broke the exercise drought this morning. I woke up before 6:00am, got out of bed by 6:10 and was dressed and at Concierge Gym by 6:30. Some chick was on my favorite elliptical which made me cuss. I was a little nervous about trying to do exercise this morning because of my knee. It went ok. I had initially set the timer for 30 minutes, but ended up only doing 20. It took me about 10 minutes to decide that my knee was ok so the last 10 minutes really worked up a sweat. I kept the pace at "moderate" and was pretty happy when I finished.
It was nice to have that feeling of sweatiness again. I'm not sure how to explain this really, but it does give one a sense of accomplishment. Like instant gratification, even, because by sweating you know that you're pushing your body to be the best it can be and work like the machine it is. Perhaps that's just the endorphins that are being released in my brain, but I love that feeling. I'm amazed at how quickly I forgot just how great it feels to work up a good sweat.
I've also realized something else. I appreciate my healthy eating habits a whole helluva lot more when I have exercise in the mix. It's not just the extra calories that I get to add to my "net count" or whatever that it, it's like the yin/yang affect or something. Like knowing that one is working to help the other one. Pretty darn cool.
And in other news....
This weekend is Memorial Day weekend in case you didn't know. If I actually have readers from outside of the USA and/or you don't know what Memorial Day holiday is, well, it's a day we honor all those who have fallen in the service of our country. I always hang Old Glory on this day.
It's also a day of Bar-B-Que and Beer. Not nearly as noble, but equally steeped in tradition.
BB and Her Beau invited me out to Lakehouse for M Day this year. I'm on the fence about going. Of course I'm fretting the whole Bathing Suit + Friends combo, but it's not nearly as bad as it was for Labor Day. I see this as progress. It's encouraging. I've exercised with the kids as A Unit (everything is pretty much "A Unit" with these two) and they totally heart me for me, there's no doubt. I'm just trying to play out in my head what I'll be doing. I also know that they'll be out of town and since I've rejoined the apartment dwellers, I don't have a grill and theirs will be available for use. Yep. What I've got here is a predicament. I've still got a few days before I have to really make my mind up.
On a good note, I am 5.8 lbs lighter than I was last time I was at their place.
Yea!
-jafg
279.2 lbs
Whew. It's still not the 278.2 lbs it was on Friday, but I'll take it.
I finally broke the exercise drought this morning. I woke up before 6:00am, got out of bed by 6:10 and was dressed and at Concierge Gym by 6:30. Some chick was on my favorite elliptical which made me cuss. I was a little nervous about trying to do exercise this morning because of my knee. It went ok. I had initially set the timer for 30 minutes, but ended up only doing 20. It took me about 10 minutes to decide that my knee was ok so the last 10 minutes really worked up a sweat. I kept the pace at "moderate" and was pretty happy when I finished.
It was nice to have that feeling of sweatiness again. I'm not sure how to explain this really, but it does give one a sense of accomplishment. Like instant gratification, even, because by sweating you know that you're pushing your body to be the best it can be and work like the machine it is. Perhaps that's just the endorphins that are being released in my brain, but I love that feeling. I'm amazed at how quickly I forgot just how great it feels to work up a good sweat.
I've also realized something else. I appreciate my healthy eating habits a whole helluva lot more when I have exercise in the mix. It's not just the extra calories that I get to add to my "net count" or whatever that it, it's like the yin/yang affect or something. Like knowing that one is working to help the other one. Pretty darn cool.
And in other news....
This weekend is Memorial Day weekend in case you didn't know. If I actually have readers from outside of the USA and/or you don't know what Memorial Day holiday is, well, it's a day we honor all those who have fallen in the service of our country. I always hang Old Glory on this day.
It's also a day of Bar-B-Que and Beer. Not nearly as noble, but equally steeped in tradition.
BB and Her Beau invited me out to Lakehouse for M Day this year. I'm on the fence about going. Of course I'm fretting the whole Bathing Suit + Friends combo, but it's not nearly as bad as it was for Labor Day. I see this as progress. It's encouraging. I've exercised with the kids as A Unit (everything is pretty much "A Unit" with these two) and they totally heart me for me, there's no doubt. I'm just trying to play out in my head what I'll be doing. I also know that they'll be out of town and since I've rejoined the apartment dwellers, I don't have a grill and theirs will be available for use. Yep. What I've got here is a predicament. I've still got a few days before I have to really make my mind up.
On a good note, I am 5.8 lbs lighter than I was last time I was at their place.
Yea!
-jafg
Monday, May 24, 2010
Um...
05/24/10
280.4 lbs
This just sucks.
I had an unfortunate weekend. Really, it wasn't a bad weekend. There was no stress or unhappiness or other reason to fall off the wagon, it just seems right now, I am in this funk. Things are going well but I can't seem to get my emotions on the same page. I am wondering if this is a late blooming sort of fat withdrawal. According to myfitnesspal, I've been going over my daily allowance of fat grams like every day since I started using that website, but I'm feeling the strong urge for a burger and fries. Or mexican cheese dip. Or like a deep dish pizza. Or a sausage egg and cheese breakfast sandwich. Oh wait. I had one of those on Saturday.
I didn't exercise Friday night which is actually my favorite night to go to the gym. No, I was contacted by someone I've met on facebook (friend of a friend sort of thing) and we happen to both be in the same place at the same time, so we decided to get together. The someone happened to be of the boy persuasion. Well, not too much of a boy, considering the 6 year age difference. Now kids, before your minds go too crazy like mine almost did on Friday, this was not a date. This was meeting for a first time, getting to know someone "IRL" (in real life) and talk about mutual interests. We paid for our own meals and have no set plans in the future. Honestly, I've only had one blind date in my life and have never been one for the dating scene. It's always been different where my relationships are concerned. Nothing's ever really been conventional. Because of this I'm a dating flunky. So I classified this in my mind as a sort of practice date. Unbeknownst to the someone, of course.
Well, I didn't let any of this bother me too much because I knew this wasn't a date to begin with. I did go home and "freshen up", chose between two different outfits and changed out my jewelry selections a few times which was actually very fun and girly. I was 15 minutes late which is totally standard for me, but there was pre-meeting texting going on and he was gracious and patient about it all. I drank beers (it's a slow process) and had a great grilled chicken sandwich. We talked about art and life and politics and religion and music and life again which made for a great 3 hours. I didn't feel uncomfortable once. It was nice!
I got up Saturday morning and went swimming with a work friend. We met up at my new gym at 7:35am. I was supposed to meet her at 6:30 but when she called me to make sure I was on my way at 6:25, I was still in bed. I roll out of bed, throw on something for swimming (which includes a tshirt and shorts) and head out. We get to The Gym at 7:35am. AWESOME! It's so empty! Well, we park the car, pile out and get to the door. Which is locked. Turns out the place doesn't open until 8:00am on Saturdays. Oops. At least I don't feel so bad about being late now. We decide to go for a quick healthy breakfast. Prior Fat Girl has been raving about the breakfast sandwiches from Subway so I suggest we swing by and get one of those. Well, turns out the location we find doesn't open for breakfast. Damnit. We end up with traditional fast food breakfast from an Arby's down the street. Neither of us opted for the breakfast potatoes I'm proud to say.
So we take our no longer healthy breakfast food back to The Gym parking lot and nosh on our goodies. We're both laughing at the fact that we're eating sausage and bacon before heading to work out. Slowly but steadily the parking lot begins to fill and a line begins to form outside the door. There are a lot of older gray-headed people waiting with bike shorts on. In case you didn't know, real bike shorts have padding in the butt. The padding makes you look like you're either wearing a diaper that needs to be changed, or your not wearing a diaper and you still need to change. Not a pretty picture on an old gray-haired man. Jes Sayin.
Once we get in we realize why there's a line; it's for the spinning class. Everyone wants to get in it. I have more respect for Mr. Doodey Pants now. But his pants still looked funny.
Work Friend and I head to the women's locker room and head for the pool. We get in there and almost all the lanes are full. There are two left and there's no divider between them which is PERFECT for us. I did laps (slow-moving-doggie-paddling laps) for about an hour and had mindless girl chatter. It was so much fun!
We just went back and forth from the shallow end to the deep end chit-chatting about her upcoming nuptials and move (she and her fiancé will be moving to up north for his Graduate school program) and nonsensical stuff like previous public pool experiences. Before we knew it, an hour had gone by. We decided to get out of the water because more and more people were heading in and we thought it was best to let some real swimmers have a go at a lane.
The locker room changing was so not fun. I changed in a dungeon-like shower stall standing on a hand towel. I won't be doing that again.
After the swim I headed home and had a chance to layout at the concierge pool for about 45 minutes before people started getting there. I ended up feeling very overheated and left just as the first boys arrived. It truly was a coincidence. I don't like being at any pool when boys are around. There are too many skinny girls for me to feel comfortable. Hell, even if there weren't skinny girls around, I'd be uncomfortable in the tight fitting tank and workout short I was wearing. I packed up and left. I didn't feel good so I ended up taking a 3 hour nap.
Sunday I decided to head to the pool earlier for more alone time and less heat. I didn't quite make it as early as I'd planned. I only got about 15 extra minutes (made for 30 minutes of alone time) before the first party group arrived. It was 5 boys and a girl. They couldn't have been older than 23. Honestly, it didn't bother me too much to be there with them. I stayed for about 30 minutes longer, it was just them and me, and then I decided to leave.
I fully realized something that has been kind of rolling around in the back of my brain for awhile. I have more confidence and less self-consciousness now that I'm actively losing weight. I know there are people that, even though they don't say anything, they still register in their thought processes that I'm a big girl. It's a simple fact. I am proud of myself, because I can be in situations that would have had me pretty shaken up earlier in this process even though I believe I'm a pretty secure person for the most part. I've never been one to hide in a corner, but I sure as hell wouldn't have been comfortable to hang out for an additional 30 minutes in a pool where 5 boys and a thin pretty girl were whooping it up. That just wouldn't have happened. But now it's different. I know I'm just another fat girl, but I'm doing something about it.
Sunday had a nice 3 hour nap tucked into it as well. I made it through dinner but still had this "deprived" feeling at the end of the night. I ended up ordering my thin crust pizza from Domino's at 8:30pm last night.
It was good, too.
-jafg
280.4 lbs
This just sucks.
I had an unfortunate weekend. Really, it wasn't a bad weekend. There was no stress or unhappiness or other reason to fall off the wagon, it just seems right now, I am in this funk. Things are going well but I can't seem to get my emotions on the same page. I am wondering if this is a late blooming sort of fat withdrawal. According to myfitnesspal, I've been going over my daily allowance of fat grams like every day since I started using that website, but I'm feeling the strong urge for a burger and fries. Or mexican cheese dip. Or like a deep dish pizza. Or a sausage egg and cheese breakfast sandwich. Oh wait. I had one of those on Saturday.
I didn't exercise Friday night which is actually my favorite night to go to the gym. No, I was contacted by someone I've met on facebook (friend of a friend sort of thing) and we happen to both be in the same place at the same time, so we decided to get together. The someone happened to be of the boy persuasion. Well, not too much of a boy, considering the 6 year age difference. Now kids, before your minds go too crazy like mine almost did on Friday, this was not a date. This was meeting for a first time, getting to know someone "IRL" (in real life) and talk about mutual interests. We paid for our own meals and have no set plans in the future. Honestly, I've only had one blind date in my life and have never been one for the dating scene. It's always been different where my relationships are concerned. Nothing's ever really been conventional. Because of this I'm a dating flunky. So I classified this in my mind as a sort of practice date. Unbeknownst to the someone, of course.
Well, I didn't let any of this bother me too much because I knew this wasn't a date to begin with. I did go home and "freshen up", chose between two different outfits and changed out my jewelry selections a few times which was actually very fun and girly. I was 15 minutes late which is totally standard for me, but there was pre-meeting texting going on and he was gracious and patient about it all. I drank beers (it's a slow process) and had a great grilled chicken sandwich. We talked about art and life and politics and religion and music and life again which made for a great 3 hours. I didn't feel uncomfortable once. It was nice!
I got up Saturday morning and went swimming with a work friend. We met up at my new gym at 7:35am. I was supposed to meet her at 6:30 but when she called me to make sure I was on my way at 6:25, I was still in bed. I roll out of bed, throw on something for swimming (which includes a tshirt and shorts) and head out. We get to The Gym at 7:35am. AWESOME! It's so empty! Well, we park the car, pile out and get to the door. Which is locked. Turns out the place doesn't open until 8:00am on Saturdays. Oops. At least I don't feel so bad about being late now. We decide to go for a quick healthy breakfast. Prior Fat Girl has been raving about the breakfast sandwiches from Subway so I suggest we swing by and get one of those. Well, turns out the location we find doesn't open for breakfast. Damnit. We end up with traditional fast food breakfast from an Arby's down the street. Neither of us opted for the breakfast potatoes I'm proud to say.
So we take our no longer healthy breakfast food back to The Gym parking lot and nosh on our goodies. We're both laughing at the fact that we're eating sausage and bacon before heading to work out. Slowly but steadily the parking lot begins to fill and a line begins to form outside the door. There are a lot of older gray-headed people waiting with bike shorts on. In case you didn't know, real bike shorts have padding in the butt. The padding makes you look like you're either wearing a diaper that needs to be changed, or your not wearing a diaper and you still need to change. Not a pretty picture on an old gray-haired man. Jes Sayin.
Once we get in we realize why there's a line; it's for the spinning class. Everyone wants to get in it. I have more respect for Mr. Doodey Pants now. But his pants still looked funny.
We just went back and forth from the shallow end to the deep end chit-chatting about her upcoming nuptials and move (she and her fiancé will be moving to up north for his Graduate school program) and nonsensical stuff like previous public pool experiences. Before we knew it, an hour had gone by. We decided to get out of the water because more and more people were heading in and we thought it was best to let some real swimmers have a go at a lane.
The locker room changing was so not fun. I changed in a dungeon-like shower stall standing on a hand towel. I won't be doing that again.
After the swim I headed home and had a chance to layout at the concierge pool for about 45 minutes before people started getting there. I ended up feeling very overheated and left just as the first boys arrived. It truly was a coincidence. I don't like being at any pool when boys are around. There are too many skinny girls for me to feel comfortable. Hell, even if there weren't skinny girls around, I'd be uncomfortable in the tight fitting tank and workout short I was wearing. I packed up and left. I didn't feel good so I ended up taking a 3 hour nap.
Sunday I decided to head to the pool earlier for more alone time and less heat. I didn't quite make it as early as I'd planned. I only got about 15 extra minutes (made for 30 minutes of alone time) before the first party group arrived. It was 5 boys and a girl. They couldn't have been older than 23. Honestly, it didn't bother me too much to be there with them. I stayed for about 30 minutes longer, it was just them and me, and then I decided to leave.
I fully realized something that has been kind of rolling around in the back of my brain for awhile. I have more confidence and less self-consciousness now that I'm actively losing weight. I know there are people that, even though they don't say anything, they still register in their thought processes that I'm a big girl. It's a simple fact. I am proud of myself, because I can be in situations that would have had me pretty shaken up earlier in this process even though I believe I'm a pretty secure person for the most part. I've never been one to hide in a corner, but I sure as hell wouldn't have been comfortable to hang out for an additional 30 minutes in a pool where 5 boys and a thin pretty girl were whooping it up. That just wouldn't have happened. But now it's different. I know I'm just another fat girl, but I'm doing something about it.
Sunday had a nice 3 hour nap tucked into it as well. I made it through dinner but still had this "deprived" feeling at the end of the night. I ended up ordering my thin crust pizza from Domino's at 8:30pm last night.
It was good, too.
-jafg
Friday, May 21, 2010
The Hate Side of My Love/Hate Relationship With The World Of Weight
05/21/10
278.2 lbs
*Warning: Cranky JAFG Ahead*
I'm really not sure what to think. Since this little bloggin space's inception, I've not been this low on the scale.
I'm freakin happy! BUT...I have this overwhelming need to walk around and whisper I've lost 18 lbs because if I say it too loud, it might jinx it or something. Like when people whisper *cancer* or *prison*.
So yeah, I've lost 18 lbs. It's not a fluke like a 3 lbs fluctuation could be. It's 18 solid lbs. If someone asks me how I'm doing it I get to tell them "I'm doing it the old fashioned way: Healthy Eating and Exercise". No one wants to hear that, but it's the truth. Now, IF there were some magic way to do this while being able to eat whatever whenever I wanted, and I didn't have to exercise, then, well, I bet I'd be doing that instead.
My life's been very boring as of late. I have no funny stories to share or even any to pull from in the right recent past. I'm watching what I do for food religiously and tracking it all on myfitnesspal. I'm weighing myself every morning and, this week, have just been sitting on my couch watching tv or checking FB at night.
I love routine and I hate it too! Right now, I'm totally in an I-hate-it phase. I'm in a rut/funk/ditch/somethin and I need a change. I've really had to be a grown-up at work which, translated, means I'm not doing anything fun. I need to blow off some steam. I had plans to visit BFF and Her Hubbie this weekend, but had to cancel that. Grr. I've been disconnected from SAG and BB because everyone is just busy with l-i-f-e right now.
On a good note, I am going to Beach Town the first week of June. I'll be there for work, but I'm bringing BFF (it'll just be her and me) and we're staying in a fantab hotel ON the beach. Even when I lived there, I never stayed ON the beach. Well, there was that one Halloween weekend and then that random night one summer, but you know what I mean. I'm really looking forward to that!
I've strained my knee from pushing too hard through HHH class and bouncing around and all that. You know how walking down the stairs is usually the easiest thing in the world? Yeah. Not for me. Not right now. I hate this.
Turns out all those crunching sounds that I've heard in my knee for years has been what they call runner's knee. Commonplace among runners and overweight people. Well, I'm not in the runner category in case you didn't know. Actually, while I've had this mild, unchecked version of this pain in my knee for at least two years back that I can remember, since I started exercising in like 0-to-60 mode I've had a serious flare-up.
It's treatable with stretches and "quad stengthening" and a brace and ice and Motrin which is fantastic (seriously-it's a mostly free treatment plan). I also will actually have to bounce LESS in HHH class and focus on not too much resistnence on my favorite elliptical. I can't avoid The Stairs at least twice a day; however, I've been using the railing to ease things up a bit. While I've really noticed that my knee pain has eased up as the week of inactivity I feel like the rest of me is rusting inside. I also miss the extra calories that exersice affords me. Trying to keep my caloric intake under 1300 is a real pain in the ass.
I'm exercising tonight, damnit
-jafg
278.2 lbs
*Warning: Cranky JAFG Ahead*
I'm really not sure what to think. Since this little bloggin space's inception, I've not been this low on the scale.
I'm freakin happy! BUT...I have this overwhelming need to walk around and whisper I've lost 18 lbs because if I say it too loud, it might jinx it or something. Like when people whisper *cancer* or *prison*.
So yeah, I've lost 18 lbs. It's not a fluke like a 3 lbs fluctuation could be. It's 18 solid lbs. If someone asks me how I'm doing it I get to tell them "I'm doing it the old fashioned way: Healthy Eating and Exercise". No one wants to hear that, but it's the truth. Now, IF there were some magic way to do this while being able to eat whatever whenever I wanted, and I didn't have to exercise, then, well, I bet I'd be doing that instead.
My life's been very boring as of late. I have no funny stories to share or even any to pull from in the right recent past. I'm watching what I do for food religiously and tracking it all on myfitnesspal. I'm weighing myself every morning and, this week, have just been sitting on my couch watching tv or checking FB at night.
I love routine and I hate it too! Right now, I'm totally in an I-hate-it phase. I'm in a rut/funk/ditch/somethin and I need a change. I've really had to be a grown-up at work which, translated, means I'm not doing anything fun. I need to blow off some steam. I had plans to visit BFF and Her Hubbie this weekend, but had to cancel that. Grr. I've been disconnected from SAG and BB because everyone is just busy with l-i-f-e right now.
On a good note, I am going to Beach Town the first week of June. I'll be there for work, but I'm bringing BFF (it'll just be her and me) and we're staying in a fantab hotel ON the beach. Even when I lived there, I never stayed ON the beach. Well, there was that one Halloween weekend and then that random night one summer, but you know what I mean. I'm really looking forward to that!
I've strained my knee from pushing too hard through HHH class and bouncing around and all that. You know how walking down the stairs is usually the easiest thing in the world? Yeah. Not for me. Not right now. I hate this.
Turns out all those crunching sounds that I've heard in my knee for years has been what they call runner's knee. Commonplace among runners and overweight people. Well, I'm not in the runner category in case you didn't know. Actually, while I've had this mild, unchecked version of this pain in my knee for at least two years back that I can remember, since I started exercising in like 0-to-60 mode I've had a serious flare-up.
It's treatable with stretches and "quad stengthening" and a brace and ice and Motrin which is fantastic (seriously-it's a mostly free treatment plan). I also will actually have to bounce LESS in HHH class and focus on not too much resistnence on my favorite elliptical. I can't avoid The Stairs at least twice a day; however, I've been using the railing to ease things up a bit. While I've really noticed that my knee pain has eased up as the week of inactivity I feel like the rest of me is rusting inside. I also miss the extra calories that exersice affords me. Trying to keep my caloric intake under 1300 is a real pain in the ass.
I'm exercising tonight, damnit
-jafg
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