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2.04.2006 Weight: 297Mood: bleah Well, I didn't exercise yesterday, mainly because my heart was hiccuping again (my quaint name for premature ventricular contractions) and I really just wanted to fall over and sleep. Considering that I slept from 5:00 PM ro 7:00 PM, then from 11:00 PM to 12:00 PM today, then from 2:00 PM to 6:00 PM -- Jesus, Allah and Joseph, that's 19 hours. Dunno if this was plain old exhaustion, a migraine or some sort of bug (there's a vicious flu bug going around at the moment, and one of the people in my department just nursed her daughter through it, so there's one contraction vector) -- hell, for all I know it could've been some combination thereof. But man, it knocked me on my ass. On the plus side, there was a whole whopping one pound reduction in weight -- yay! The heart is still hiccuping a bit, but I feel somewhat better now, to the point where I intend to do the weights I missed yesterday plus today's cardio. Food today so far was two bowls of Kashi puffed grains, Calfornia sushi rolls and seaweed salad, and a banana -- I need to add more protein tonight. |
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2.02.2006 Well, I'm definitely not constipated anymore, and for that I have to thank a big ol' bowl of Kashi puffed grains moving everything along quite nicely, thankyouverymuch. Whoo. Haven't felt this empty since the day after the 2004 presidential election.Oh, and while waiting for nature to take its course, I noticed something kinda cool about my stomach -- I'm starting to get little wrinkles across it; I suspect from a slight reduction in size. Woohoo! Realistically, I'm going to need a tummy tuck once I get all the weight off, anyway, so wrinkles at this stage can only be greeted with joy. And my work pants are definitely, DEFINITELY looser. I think I may well hit the mall this weekend and pick up a couple of nice work tops to celebrate. Exercise today was 25 minutes on the reclining bike (walking back and forth to the weight room makes that a full 30 minutes), and calorie intake was two bananas, two bowls of Kashi puffed grains with milk and Splenda, a bagel, a grilled chicken breast sandwich with fries...and that's it. Hmm -- might want to have another banana or something before I call it a night. I also got a great recipe for cooking brussel sprouts yesterday with an Asian twist -- I may well have to try that this weekend. |
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Weight: 298 (but I'm also kinda constipated) Mood: cheerful The cheerfulness, by the way, is due to getting a little over 7 hours of straight sleep last night, -- I actually feel sorta human for the first time in a couple of weeks. Of course, I collapsed on the couch last night at 8:30 PM (after wandering down to the weight room, then turning around when I saw it was full of teenaged guys -- um, no), then transferred to the bedroom at 10:00 PM when Lyndon got up, which pretty much meant that I didn't work out last night. So I worked out this morning instead -- whee! 3x10 sets of bench presses, triceps presses and overhead presses, and 3x10 sets of ab crunches. The weight room doesn't have anything for dips, so I did 3x10 of standing lat pulldowns instead. Now I'm waiting for Kroger's to open, then I'm heading over there for some Promised Land milk (organic, hormone-free and tastes GREAT) so that I can have a big bowl of oatmeal for breakfast -- hopefully that will shift things along in the digestive tract. |
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2.01.2006 Weight: 298Mood: freaking tired And the State of the Union address didn't help. Must...not...throw...things...at screen... But back to exercise. I just came back from 30 minutes on the reclining bike, which makes this seven days of consecutive exercise. There's still no shift on the scale, which is a bit of a bummer, but that's a side effect of lifting weights. I won't lose actual pounds, just fat, and in retrospect that's actually fine with me. I keep catching little glimpses of my arms in the mirror, and I'm seeing more and more muscle definition. That is so fucking cool. Total food today: salami sandwich for breakfast (I was in a hurry), two doughnuts at work (no excuse -- I was hungry and they looked good. Interestingly, though, I felt a bit queasy after eating them), chicken breast sandwich and fries for lunch (once again, a bit queasy after the fries -- I think I'm losing my tolerance for fried food), a handful of rice crackers for snacks, a Subway roast chicken sandwich for dinner, and some chicken caesar salad just now. I believe I made my calorie total for the day, althought I may be overdoing it on the chicken a bit. Now if I can just get a full night's sleep, I might actually feel compos mentis tomorrow. Damn insomnia... |
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1.31.2006 Weight: 298Mood: mixed Still no movement on the weight front, but when I pulled on a set of dress pants today, I realized that I didn't have to suck in my gut to fasten them, and they weren't sticking to my thighs like sausage casings. Oh, and my back muscles are starting to take shape again, so that's all good. Exercise today was 25 minutes on the reclining bike, plus 3X10 lat pulldowns and 3X10 upright rows. I should have done deadlifts and back hyperextensions, too, but there was a couple in the fitness room who kept wandering around the damn place, so it was kind of hard to get some workout space. I'll do those tomorrow, even if I have to do them in the apartment. I also realized something today -- I'm not eating nearly enough food. Ironic, isn't it -- I truly don't eat that much (thanks to early nagging and intervention by the parental units -- by the way, is it just me, or does anyone else think that putting a fourth grader on speed-based diet pills is a bad idea?), and this caloric hyper control is what's contributing to my weight problem. In order to lose weight, I should be consuming about 2,384 calories a day (bodyweight times 8) -- anything less convinces my metabolism that I'm in danger of starving, and it clings to every fat molecule with a grip of iron. I've got to get into the habit of having five or six small meals scattered throughout the day, and it's hard -- I don't feel comfortable when I eat that much. Today (I just totalled it up), I had maybe 2,233 calories, and that's only because I broke down and had a sandwich and a couple of pickles after my workout, otherwise I would've been well under 1800 calories. I've really got to work on this. |
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1.30.2006 Weight: 298Mood: Cheerful I did another half hour on the reclining bike. There's been no visible movement in the weight, but I can tell from my face, arms, legs and gut that there's been shrinkage (of course, it could just be water weight, but I'm chugging it down like it's going out of style, so it's hardly like I'm dehydrated). And since I've been lifting weights, I'm guessing that there's been accompanying muscle gain, which is why I'm not seeing any movement on the scale. But that's okay -- as long as I continue to see my arms and legs beocming more cut and my jawline emerging, I know I'm on the right path. Another nifty thing -- I jogged up the stairs this afternoon after doing some shopping, and I wasn't panting and gasping when I got to the top! I was breathing slightly hard, yes, but it wasn't nearly as bad as before, so go me! Lyndon's also mentioned a bit of interest in going to the weight room with me -- he's always been a walker and cyclist, and normally he prefers cardio along those lines. However, I'd really like to see if he might be interested in lifting some weights -- it would help his metabolism a whole lot, especially since it's continually hammered by the night job, and quite frankly I have this mental image of him topless in a kilt, shoulders rippling in the sunlight, and it makes me all squidgy. Hee. |
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1.29.2006 Weight: didn't check due to sleep cycle being completely fuckedMood: awake for once Lessee -- today's gym activities consisted of a half hour on the reclining bike, and three sets of standing pulldowns. It ain't gonna happen until I lose a buttload of weight, but before I'm 41 I intend to do at least one pullup, and in order to make that happen I need a lot more upper body strength than I have at the moment. As for the sleep cycle issues, one of the problematic things about Lyndon working nights is that it screws with my sleep cycle as well as his -- he can leave any time between 10:00 PM and midnight, and can get home anywhere from 5:00 AM to 8:00 AM. The arrivals aren't bad, because usually I have my earplugs in and sleep through them, but the departures suck because my first sleep plateau starts at 11:00 PM when he's either getting ready for work or getting up from a nap in order to start preparations. And sleeping through that -- no, it just doesn't happen. My next sleep plateau is at 2:00 AM, which means that if I'm lucky I can catch six hours if I drop off immediately (and that doesn't happen often). What's more likely is that I get four or five hours, stagger through the day, come home and take a badly needed nap, which of course resets my sleep plateau and means I'm not sleepy even if I COULD get to sleep at 11:00 PM, yadda yadda yadda. (And we won't talk about my unique ability to wake up sometime in the midnight hour if I go to sleep any time before 10:00 PM -- happens like clockwork, it does). And yes, he's looking for another job, the achievement of which I will greet with great joy. In the meantime, however, it usually means that I spend the week incurring a sleep debt, which then needs to be made up over the weekend. Such as, oh, this one, in which I've slept from 6:30 PM to 11:15 PM last night, 8:00 AM to 1:45 PM this morning, and 5:30 PM to 8:00 PM this evening. Which sucks for getting anything useful done, granted, but I actually feel awake for the first time in a week. And now that I've done my job in the gym, I'm off to finish my HOUSTON, WE HAVE BUBBAS entry. |
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