Time to reset. To call this past weekend a high calorie one is probably the understatement of the year. And the work outs? Ummm ... I don't think I even walked up a single flight of stairs.
My college roommate was in from out of town for the first time in years, and as we all know, when people are in town we go out to eat in interesting and unique-to-Atlanta places. And as we also know, when someone lived here before, one of the best parts of the visit is going to that old favorite and reminiscing. Three days of delicious food and reminiscing later, I'm actually having a hard time beating myself up as bad as I should. I had such a great time--I laughed so hard my sides were killing me and I ate some delicious and memorable meals. If I gained a few pounds because of it, so be it.
But this next week, the tables are turned. I'm going back to New York for a moot court competition, and I want to reminisce, even if it's with myself--and by reminisce I mean have a chicken roll and a slice from Gino's. YUM. Yeah--the diet is doomed for another weekend. And I can't help but wonder, am I just making excuses? Of course some weekends are easier than others to label as "special" and deserving of free reign of any menu in front of me. But how sparse do the special occasions have to be if I'm really going to be a healthier eater in general? And don't give me the "order the healthy stuff on the menu" crap--if I'm going to pay for it it's going to be really yummy and something that would be difficult and/or time consuming for me to make at home. Osso bucco baby!
The other big part of the problem: I cook as extravagantly at home as I eat when I'm out. I hate cooking rabbit food--it just doesn't feel like cooking. Ugh--all that chopping to make a salad that only keeps you full for an hour at most. But I guess I have to get over what I "like" and start kicking my own butt into gear. I know I was supposed to be doing that since this started, but I'm starting to see that I really need to change the way I organize my day and the way I want my food to taste if I'm going to make any headway.
There's plenty of other great stuff in my life--I guess I can sacrifice some of the yummies if it gets me out of the deep end. Wow--when I think about not eating yummy stuff every time I eat I want to cry. That's really pathetic. And I'm craving veal. Just saying.
Monday, March 28, 2011
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Days 9 Through 11 - I'm Actually Fatter
What's got two thumbs and gains weight when it works out? This guy. That's right - coming up on the two week mark and I've managed to gain four pounds. Awesome.
There was some good news. On Tuesday my faux hernia felt less like a serious injury and more like a strained muscle, so I took a change on P90X yoga - I figured stretching it out was the best course of action at this point (WALK IT OFF!!!, I hear my dad say in my head). I turn on the DVD, and how long is the time bar on the screen? An hour and a half. Ninety minutes of Tony laughing at my yoga form. That's right, Tony even leads the yoga workout. And he wears uncomfortable-to-look-at tight leggings while doing it (with a loose t-shirt - what the heck is that?). Turns out, it was excruciating, but it was a solution. I couldn't do a lot of the push up maneuvers because by stomach hurt too much, but I got through the whole thing and I felt a million times better the next morning. That's right - pain and gain.
But I take issue with the sneakiness of the P90X makers - during Absplosion! Tony says that you don't work out your abs every day, just like you don't work your other muscle groups every day. But then, in the DVD for the day after a workout with Absplosion!, there are fifteen minutes of EXTREME YOGA ABS. Torture, I tell you. Thank goodness I'm coating my over-worked abs with this extra cushioning.
What workout did I do yesterday? I climbed the stairs to my car on the 6th floor of the parking deck. Yeah. That's all I've got. I was in heels ...
Today's workout? Driving range! I know - I'm tempting fate, but it's so nice outside!
On a final note about how my "healthier lifestyle" is ruining my life, my giant water bottle that I'm lugging around to encourage me to drink more water somehow leaked or spilled, and my phone has suffered the consequences. I had to change bags, and I spent the morning wondering how I was going to come up with the money for a new phone or the time to go get it. It was shaky there for a while, but just when it looked like the phone going to survive (screen staying on, intermittent signs of life), I go into the second purse and see that the salad with vinaigrette I packed for lunch had leaked all over it ... and all over my phone.
Well, my college roommate is coming to town this weekend, so I guess healthy living is out the window for a few days. Maybe without salads, dressing, and workouts I'll have a carefree weekend of no spillage - I'll probably lose a few pounds, just to really shoot logic down.
There was some good news. On Tuesday my faux hernia felt less like a serious injury and more like a strained muscle, so I took a change on P90X yoga - I figured stretching it out was the best course of action at this point (WALK IT OFF!!!, I hear my dad say in my head). I turn on the DVD, and how long is the time bar on the screen? An hour and a half. Ninety minutes of Tony laughing at my yoga form. That's right, Tony even leads the yoga workout. And he wears uncomfortable-to-look-at tight leggings while doing it (with a loose t-shirt - what the heck is that?). Turns out, it was excruciating, but it was a solution. I couldn't do a lot of the push up maneuvers because by stomach hurt too much, but I got through the whole thing and I felt a million times better the next morning. That's right - pain and gain.
But I take issue with the sneakiness of the P90X makers - during Absplosion! Tony says that you don't work out your abs every day, just like you don't work your other muscle groups every day. But then, in the DVD for the day after a workout with Absplosion!, there are fifteen minutes of EXTREME YOGA ABS. Torture, I tell you. Thank goodness I'm coating my over-worked abs with this extra cushioning.
What workout did I do yesterday? I climbed the stairs to my car on the 6th floor of the parking deck. Yeah. That's all I've got. I was in heels ...
Today's workout? Driving range! I know - I'm tempting fate, but it's so nice outside!
On a final note about how my "healthier lifestyle" is ruining my life, my giant water bottle that I'm lugging around to encourage me to drink more water somehow leaked or spilled, and my phone has suffered the consequences. I had to change bags, and I spent the morning wondering how I was going to come up with the money for a new phone or the time to go get it. It was shaky there for a while, but just when it looked like the phone going to survive (screen staying on, intermittent signs of life), I go into the second purse and see that the salad with vinaigrette I packed for lunch had leaked all over it ... and all over my phone.
Well, my college roommate is coming to town this weekend, so I guess healthy living is out the window for a few days. Maybe without salads, dressing, and workouts I'll have a carefree weekend of no spillage - I'll probably lose a few pounds, just to really shoot logic down.
Monday, March 21, 2011
Days Five Through Eight - A Lapse, and Possibly a Hernia
Well, I guess the public shaming is working. I didn't write during the last few days because I was slacking off my diet, workout, and internet. So I didn't expose my failure. But to write again, I feel I have to explain the last few days. So shame it is. Hopefully this embarrassment will be preemptive next time.
Thursday evening I had one of those moments that really shows how vital food is to my happiness. I was starving after my spin workout and leaving school to go to an alumni mixer. I called the boyfriend just to say hey ... and I was a total bitch. He was nothing but nice, asking about my day, but my hunger somehow twisted that into him not saying enough words on the phone, being selfish and rude, and killing puppies to take over the world. He was, of course, doing none of those things, but that's what I heard through my food-deprived ears. I hung up in a huff, drove to the mixer, and the minute I put that first delicious southwestern chicken egg roll into my mouth, I thought back to the phone conversation. Crap. Add to the to-do list: apology. How many calories is pride, again?
Friday was a road trip to Athens for a moot court round, and I'm counting walking as my workout that day. I actually say that with a straight face - I was running errands downtown in Altanta that morning, walked to dinner that night, and walked around Athens during the day. And it was hot. And I was walking briskly.
The food - diet failure, taste victory. If you love New Orleans cuisine and are in Athens, hit up NONA on Broad St. I had the grilled chicken maque choux and creamed spinach. DELICIOUS, though fattening. The plus is that the portions were on the smaller side (not something I would normally rave about, but it was good for guilt and kept me from falling asleep during the moot court round).
Until today, Saturday was a good day. Well, it was a good food day still - smoothies, eggs, salads. And it was an okay workout day except for the fact that I now think I have to take a workout break because of it. I went to the driving range (okay, not a really intense work out, but good physical activity nonetheless). Made a decent showing considering how long it had been since I last swung a club.
But then, without warning: the dreaded swing of doom. I hit a ball and felt a pain rip across my lower abdomen. I can only describe it as 'right in the baby maker.' Yes - I honestly thought I tore my uterus muscles. After a few minutes of recovery, I figured I had just pulled too hard on my already-sore-from-two-absplosions lower abs. I shook it off, went home, didn't think much about it.
Sunday - pain. Really annoying pain. So no workout, of course. How to pass the time ... I know! Cooking! With the boyfriend's help I made coq au vin, which I ate too much of. But still, it was delicious - so that makes it okay, right?
Monday. How? How does it still hurt this bad? And it's swollen?!?! Of all the places I don't need swelling, my lower stomach is probably numero uno. I wondered all day if I had a hernia. Can women even get hernias? Ah! I'm positive my insurance is not going to just take care of this - it was hard enough trying to get a prescription for Allegra before it went OTC. So instead of going to the doctor, what do I do? Why, consult the infinite wisdom of the World Wide Web, of course! WebMD confirmed that women can indeed get hernias, but looking at the symptoms, I don't think that's my issue.
Of course I didn't work out today, and I ate buffet appetizers at an evening event, so today is not a great 'wellness' day. I actually got home with time to do P90X, but I think it would be foolish to mess with Tony in my current state. I can just picture it now - I go to do a power warrior pose, Tony encouraging me to stay light-headed and nauseous (that's how you know it's working!), and as I go to switch positions my intestines burst forth from my over-strained abdomen. No thanks.
Thursday evening I had one of those moments that really shows how vital food is to my happiness. I was starving after my spin workout and leaving school to go to an alumni mixer. I called the boyfriend just to say hey ... and I was a total bitch. He was nothing but nice, asking about my day, but my hunger somehow twisted that into him not saying enough words on the phone, being selfish and rude, and killing puppies to take over the world. He was, of course, doing none of those things, but that's what I heard through my food-deprived ears. I hung up in a huff, drove to the mixer, and the minute I put that first delicious southwestern chicken egg roll into my mouth, I thought back to the phone conversation. Crap. Add to the to-do list: apology. How many calories is pride, again?
Friday was a road trip to Athens for a moot court round, and I'm counting walking as my workout that day. I actually say that with a straight face - I was running errands downtown in Altanta that morning, walked to dinner that night, and walked around Athens during the day. And it was hot. And I was walking briskly.
The food - diet failure, taste victory. If you love New Orleans cuisine and are in Athens, hit up NONA on Broad St. I had the grilled chicken maque choux and creamed spinach. DELICIOUS, though fattening. The plus is that the portions were on the smaller side (not something I would normally rave about, but it was good for guilt and kept me from falling asleep during the moot court round).
Until today, Saturday was a good day. Well, it was a good food day still - smoothies, eggs, salads. And it was an okay workout day except for the fact that I now think I have to take a workout break because of it. I went to the driving range (okay, not a really intense work out, but good physical activity nonetheless). Made a decent showing considering how long it had been since I last swung a club.
But then, without warning: the dreaded swing of doom. I hit a ball and felt a pain rip across my lower abdomen. I can only describe it as 'right in the baby maker.' Yes - I honestly thought I tore my uterus muscles. After a few minutes of recovery, I figured I had just pulled too hard on my already-sore-from-two-absplosions lower abs. I shook it off, went home, didn't think much about it.
Sunday - pain. Really annoying pain. So no workout, of course. How to pass the time ... I know! Cooking! With the boyfriend's help I made coq au vin, which I ate too much of. But still, it was delicious - so that makes it okay, right?
Monday. How? How does it still hurt this bad? And it's swollen?!?! Of all the places I don't need swelling, my lower stomach is probably numero uno. I wondered all day if I had a hernia. Can women even get hernias? Ah! I'm positive my insurance is not going to just take care of this - it was hard enough trying to get a prescription for Allegra before it went OTC. So instead of going to the doctor, what do I do? Why, consult the infinite wisdom of the World Wide Web, of course! WebMD confirmed that women can indeed get hernias, but looking at the symptoms, I don't think that's my issue.
Of course I didn't work out today, and I ate buffet appetizers at an evening event, so today is not a great 'wellness' day. I actually got home with time to do P90X, but I think it would be foolish to mess with Tony in my current state. I can just picture it now - I go to do a power warrior pose, Tony encouraging me to stay light-headed and nauseous (that's how you know it's working!), and as I go to switch positions my intestines burst forth from my over-strained abdomen. No thanks.
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Day Four - The Beached Whale
Well, last night consisted of both a breakthrough and a breakdown.
First, the good news. P90X, though it whipped my ass (as usual), actually ended up providing some hope. Arms were rough, but do-able (though I'm sure the fact that I was using eight pound weights and Tony had three ton dumbbells had something to do with that). But then, without warning, ABSPLOSION! That's right - my mortal enemy had returned as a surprise at the end of the hour-long arms workout. But here's the good part - it was easier than last time. I'm pretty sure I'm not any stronger (and I sure as hell was sorer than I was the first time I attempted it), so I'm going to chock this up to it not all being totally new.
One particularly embarrassing--and thus share-worthy--moment. I am officially changing the name of the "Oblique V" move to "The Beached Whale." This involves laying on your side, non-side-down arm up behind your head, legs extended out (but at a thirty degree angle in front of you). Then, you're supposed to do what the people in the video do - lift your legs and head up to the ceiling, creating a V, but on your side. Sure! I'll give that a go! I was a dancer, for goodness sake!
Result: FAIL. I couldn't keep my legs together for some reason as I raised them off the floor, and my ass, though fat, did not provide enough stability to keep me from involuntarily rolling about. Ladies and gentleman, The Beached Whale. Bring your camera, kids, and a spray bottle if you're feeling merciful.
So even though it wasn't great, I definitely felt this was the most do-able workout day yet in the P90X routine. So what went wrong yesterday?
I think I have a tapeworm. Or SOMETHING. I mean, I hope there's something medically wrong with me that can explain my need to stuff my face. Okay, that's not true - no disrespect to those actually fighting off their own parasites or diseases (more power to y'all). But really, I finish a killer workout, think that I won't be able to finish more than a few bites of the chicken I've had baking while I work out, then BAM. An entire ONE POUND split chicken breast has disappeared, along with an ENTIRE BAG of Green Giant Veggie Steamers. How many servings were in that bag? Three! THREE! Who needs three servings of vegetables and one pound of chicken? Oh yeah - I took the somewhat healthy jus and turned it into gravy to smother everything in. Who needs three servings of vegetables, a pound of chicken, and gravy? At eleven o'clock at night!?!?!
Me. I honestly could not stop myself - I finished the modest serving I first plated, and I was still ravenous. I figured more of this decently healthy meal was better than some sort of dessert, so I proceeded to finish the bag of veggies, the chicken breast, and the pan of gravy.
Okay - solution time. First off, I need to seriously commit to drinking WAY more water. I heard once that we often mistake thirst for hunger - let's try ticking that off the list before I start sprinkling rat poison over my meals. Also, I didn't have any caffeine yesterday. While that is in the long term better for me, I think not having a diuretic take some of the hunger edge off during the day might do more harm than good at this point. So the up side: coffee this morning! And water - dang it! Remember to drink more water!
Day Four's workout was spin class instead of P90X. I'm not wussing out - I just know that my body requires cardio to lose significant weight. I actually don't mind weight training that much, which was another reason I liked the idea of P90X, but I'm really trying to face the music here, so extra cardio it is. Also, spin was at noon, so I might actually get to eat dinner at a normal hour tonight instead of having to wait until after getting home, working out, and cooking (I put enchiladas in the slow cooker last night, so tonight will be minimal prep). Gonna do my best to eat less than two pounds of food tonight.
First, the good news. P90X, though it whipped my ass (as usual), actually ended up providing some hope. Arms were rough, but do-able (though I'm sure the fact that I was using eight pound weights and Tony had three ton dumbbells had something to do with that). But then, without warning, ABSPLOSION! That's right - my mortal enemy had returned as a surprise at the end of the hour-long arms workout. But here's the good part - it was easier than last time. I'm pretty sure I'm not any stronger (and I sure as hell was sorer than I was the first time I attempted it), so I'm going to chock this up to it not all being totally new.
One particularly embarrassing--and thus share-worthy--moment. I am officially changing the name of the "Oblique V" move to "The Beached Whale." This involves laying on your side, non-side-down arm up behind your head, legs extended out (but at a thirty degree angle in front of you). Then, you're supposed to do what the people in the video do - lift your legs and head up to the ceiling, creating a V, but on your side. Sure! I'll give that a go! I was a dancer, for goodness sake!
Result: FAIL. I couldn't keep my legs together for some reason as I raised them off the floor, and my ass, though fat, did not provide enough stability to keep me from involuntarily rolling about. Ladies and gentleman, The Beached Whale. Bring your camera, kids, and a spray bottle if you're feeling merciful.
So even though it wasn't great, I definitely felt this was the most do-able workout day yet in the P90X routine. So what went wrong yesterday?
I think I have a tapeworm. Or SOMETHING. I mean, I hope there's something medically wrong with me that can explain my need to stuff my face. Okay, that's not true - no disrespect to those actually fighting off their own parasites or diseases (more power to y'all). But really, I finish a killer workout, think that I won't be able to finish more than a few bites of the chicken I've had baking while I work out, then BAM. An entire ONE POUND split chicken breast has disappeared, along with an ENTIRE BAG of Green Giant Veggie Steamers. How many servings were in that bag? Three! THREE! Who needs three servings of vegetables and one pound of chicken? Oh yeah - I took the somewhat healthy jus and turned it into gravy to smother everything in. Who needs three servings of vegetables, a pound of chicken, and gravy? At eleven o'clock at night!?!?!
Me. I honestly could not stop myself - I finished the modest serving I first plated, and I was still ravenous. I figured more of this decently healthy meal was better than some sort of dessert, so I proceeded to finish the bag of veggies, the chicken breast, and the pan of gravy.
Okay - solution time. First off, I need to seriously commit to drinking WAY more water. I heard once that we often mistake thirst for hunger - let's try ticking that off the list before I start sprinkling rat poison over my meals. Also, I didn't have any caffeine yesterday. While that is in the long term better for me, I think not having a diuretic take some of the hunger edge off during the day might do more harm than good at this point. So the up side: coffee this morning! And water - dang it! Remember to drink more water!
Day Four's workout was spin class instead of P90X. I'm not wussing out - I just know that my body requires cardio to lose significant weight. I actually don't mind weight training that much, which was another reason I liked the idea of P90X, but I'm really trying to face the music here, so extra cardio it is. Also, spin was at noon, so I might actually get to eat dinner at a normal hour tonight instead of having to wait until after getting home, working out, and cooking (I put enchiladas in the slow cooker last night, so tonight will be minimal prep). Gonna do my best to eat less than two pounds of food tonight.
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Day Three - Is it over yet?
I'm such a wuss. It's day three and I'm already over working out. My back hurts, my arms hurt, my calves are on fire ... and I really want to cook the Hamburger Helper I bought on sale last week for dinner tonight. Moderation is indeed key, so I could probably swing eating a normal human portion of crap and justify it, but the problem is I am STARVING, so I obviously want to eat a ton of anything. If I'm gonna binge, it might as well be on smoothies, yogurt and salad (with no ranch, of course).
I'm quickly seeing how money is going to be a problem here. You'd think straight up produce wouldn't be that expensive, and it isn't, but it's the proteins and stuff for interesting yet low-calorie sauces and FRUIT that are killing my budget. I would LOVE some healthy and delicious seared tuna tonight, but I can't justify spending money on any fish, let alone tuna steaks. Okay, so that's partially my fault because my picky self doesn't like fishy fish, which are cheaper. But still - the fruit is what is absolutely driving me nuts. I'm really enjoying my smoothies and I feel guilt-free about drinking them, but fresh or frozen fruit is crazy expensive! Wow - this rationalization thing is really pervasive.
The workout - DAH! Shoulders and arms?!?!?!?!? I thought the first P90X was all upper body - it sure felt that way! But no - re-checking the label, the first workout was just chest and back, and today is shoulders and arms. The bright side of this is that the following has never been more relevant:
Oh, it's a deep burn! Oh, it's so deep! I can barely lift my right arm 'cause I did so many. I don't know if you heard me counting, I did over a thousand. You have your ubulus muscle that connects to the upper dorsimus. It's boring, but it's part of my life. I'm just gonna grab this shirt, if you don't mind. Just watch out for the guns. They'll get you.
I'm quickly seeing how money is going to be a problem here. You'd think straight up produce wouldn't be that expensive, and it isn't, but it's the proteins and stuff for interesting yet low-calorie sauces and FRUIT that are killing my budget. I would LOVE some healthy and delicious seared tuna tonight, but I can't justify spending money on any fish, let alone tuna steaks. Okay, so that's partially my fault because my picky self doesn't like fishy fish, which are cheaper. But still - the fruit is what is absolutely driving me nuts. I'm really enjoying my smoothies and I feel guilt-free about drinking them, but fresh or frozen fruit is crazy expensive! Wow - this rationalization thing is really pervasive.
The workout - DAH! Shoulders and arms?!?!?!?!? I thought the first P90X was all upper body - it sure felt that way! But no - re-checking the label, the first workout was just chest and back, and today is shoulders and arms. The bright side of this is that the following has never been more relevant:
Oh, it's a deep burn! Oh, it's so deep! I can barely lift my right arm 'cause I did so many. I don't know if you heard me counting, I did over a thousand. You have your ubulus muscle that connects to the upper dorsimus. It's boring, but it's part of my life. I'm just gonna grab this shirt, if you don't mind. Just watch out for the guns. They'll get you.
Day Two - Feel the Burn
Day Two began just like I thought it would, with aches and pains. And as it began, so it continued. ALL DAY. I shake my fist wildly at you, Absplosion! (Okay, it's really called "Ab Ripper X," but obviously I'm sticking with Absplosion - way more accurate.)
On the bright side, a good food day. The morning's smoothie was experimental, but it turned out great, like a healthy Orange Julius. OJ, cantaloupe, vanilla yogurt, and orange-flavored fiber. Yummmm (No, really). On the dimmer side, my food journal has made it painstakingly clear that I am a terrible night eater. I eat three times as much after 7pm than before. I guess the gurus are right about keeping a food journal; it really does shed light on what is otherwise easy to ignore. Yes, I'm keeping a food journal. It's called "Book of Shame." Keeping it positive.
I better take some time to find a calorie-counting program this week - I have a feeling that I might be laboring under some misunderstandings about what is "healthy" and low calorie. I like to think that I've seen enough health class videos and episodes of Biggest Loser to be doing alright, but I can't help but wonder if I'll be five pounds heavier next week with no explanation other than crappy food-picking without the joy of tasting mac and cheese.
Okay - I'm returning to this draft after using a calorie counter, and holy crap, I thought I was going to come in around 1000 but NO - 1450 calories on what I thought was a SUPER good food day. No ranch dressing tomorrow, that's for sure. Yeah - 130 calories for two tablespoons.
The workout: Plyometrics, a.k.a. Jump Around Until You Need to Puke. That's all I have to say about it. It is literally an hour of jumping in various ways. I think this may call for a video post next time around. I looked ridiculous. AND - Tony obviously did not think about the womenfolk when placing the jumping around exercise the day after the chest workout. Ladies, you know what I'm talking about. Ow.
Finally - weight. Day Two ended at 138. Holding fast. I'll probably just stick to weekly weighings from now on so that I can be all ecstatic and shocked (fingers crossed). Meh - we'll see.
On the bright side, a good food day. The morning's smoothie was experimental, but it turned out great, like a healthy Orange Julius. OJ, cantaloupe, vanilla yogurt, and orange-flavored fiber. Yummmm (No, really). On the dimmer side, my food journal has made it painstakingly clear that I am a terrible night eater. I eat three times as much after 7pm than before. I guess the gurus are right about keeping a food journal; it really does shed light on what is otherwise easy to ignore. Yes, I'm keeping a food journal. It's called "Book of Shame." Keeping it positive.
I better take some time to find a calorie-counting program this week - I have a feeling that I might be laboring under some misunderstandings about what is "healthy" and low calorie. I like to think that I've seen enough health class videos and episodes of Biggest Loser to be doing alright, but I can't help but wonder if I'll be five pounds heavier next week with no explanation other than crappy food-picking without the joy of tasting mac and cheese.
Okay - I'm returning to this draft after using a calorie counter, and holy crap, I thought I was going to come in around 1000 but NO - 1450 calories on what I thought was a SUPER good food day. No ranch dressing tomorrow, that's for sure. Yeah - 130 calories for two tablespoons.
The workout: Plyometrics, a.k.a. Jump Around Until You Need to Puke. That's all I have to say about it. It is literally an hour of jumping in various ways. I think this may call for a video post next time around. I looked ridiculous. AND - Tony obviously did not think about the womenfolk when placing the jumping around exercise the day after the chest workout. Ladies, you know what I'm talking about. Ow.
Finally - weight. Day Two ended at 138. Holding fast. I'll probably just stick to weekly weighings from now on so that I can be all ecstatic and shocked (fingers crossed). Meh - we'll see.
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Health Revival! Day One
That's right - I'm starting my own Take Better Care of Yourself revolution. It's mostly superficial bull - I feel like a fatty these days because I haven't been working out and I've failed to lose the weight I gained over the holidays. I knew the gain was inevitable, but I definitely took no reactionary steps afterward. Very lame and irresponsible of me.
Yesterday was DAY 1.
STARTING WEIGHT: Ugh. 138.
I put a sticky note up on my bathroom mirror with that number for two reasons: shaming via fact, and a friendly reminder to weigh in again at the close of the day. Why the end of the day? Because I weigh less at the beginning of the day and I don't want to cheat it. ACCOUNTABILITY!
I did the P90X Day 1 workout - chest, arms and back followed by ABSPLOSION. Oh. My. God. SOOO painful.
First, Chest Arms and Back. I never knew so many variations on the standard push-up existed. I am very proud to say that I was able to bang out at least a few of every different exercise - with the exception of the pull-ups. I didn't have a pull up bar. But I also can't do a pull up. What's to blame? The lack of a bar, of course.
Absplosion. It's got some silly name like this, and if this isn't it, it should be. There were a couple of exercises that I honestly couldn't do more than one of. I blame a combination of my insufficient core strength and my exhaustion from the upper body workout. Something I've learned from day one: I am excellent at rationalization. Failure?!?! I can explain that away no problem!
Food: Eh. I did okay, but not great. I would have considered it a successful food day if I hadn't made myself a cheddar omlette at midnight. But I was so hungry!!!
All and all, a good start. I fear for my ability to stick with it, but at least I can say I started.
Yesterday was DAY 1.
STARTING WEIGHT: Ugh. 138.
I put a sticky note up on my bathroom mirror with that number for two reasons: shaming via fact, and a friendly reminder to weigh in again at the close of the day. Why the end of the day? Because I weigh less at the beginning of the day and I don't want to cheat it. ACCOUNTABILITY!
I did the P90X Day 1 workout - chest, arms and back followed by ABSPLOSION. Oh. My. God. SOOO painful.
First, Chest Arms and Back. I never knew so many variations on the standard push-up existed. I am very proud to say that I was able to bang out at least a few of every different exercise - with the exception of the pull-ups. I didn't have a pull up bar. But I also can't do a pull up. What's to blame? The lack of a bar, of course.
Absplosion. It's got some silly name like this, and if this isn't it, it should be. There were a couple of exercises that I honestly couldn't do more than one of. I blame a combination of my insufficient core strength and my exhaustion from the upper body workout. Something I've learned from day one: I am excellent at rationalization. Failure?!?! I can explain that away no problem!
Food: Eh. I did okay, but not great. I would have considered it a successful food day if I hadn't made myself a cheddar omlette at midnight. But I was so hungry!!!
All and all, a good start. I fear for my ability to stick with it, but at least I can say I started.
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