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FFF & Monday Fitness

It's late, the time change jacked me up yesterday, and I'm tired.  Plus, I will be on the road for almost 8 hours tomorrow as I head north for a meeting, meet, and then head home.  Ugh.

So here is this Week's FFF

Key Word  = Regret
Length = Any prime number
Extra Credit = Have the whole thing in Russian (just kidding)
Bonus Words - Tell  someone "I love you" for the 1st time this week
Bonus words must be added in Prime Number increments






 I really like this picture, I hope you have fun with it.

New to FFF?  read here

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As for the fitness Update
Last week
Monday-  Short run
Tuesday - Long Swim
Wednesday - Water workout
Thursday - Long Run
Friday - Rained out
Saturday - Long run
Sunday - Day of rest

And I still gained a pound.

So, as I always say, try try again.

Monday will be tough as I am on the road and won't get a workout but will get a free burrito bar lunch.  I'll have to make up for it during the rest of the week.

Next Week

Monday-  Nothing
Tuesday - Short Run / Short Swim
Wednesday - Long Run (7+)
Thursday - Long Swim (40 laps)
Friday - Cross training - light workout
Saturday - Long run (9)
Sunday - Day of rest

Daily Calorie Goal = 1700 Calories (not counting those earned for workouts)

Let's see what happens!




Fitness Fatigue



I have not done a Monday fitness update for a couple of weeks I think, mainly because I haven’t had anything good to say. I have been officially “on a diet” for 4 weeks and I’ve gained 3 pounds. I don’t think that is the way it is supposed to work. I have tracked my weight faithfully for a month yet, when it comes time to make a decision about eating, I basically say “fuck it” and eat whatever I want.

It’s totally self-defeating and I know it at the time I make the decision and again the next morning when I do my weigh-n. I went for a week without chocolate which is good, but that followed a week of too much chocolate. I go to the gym 5 to 6 times a week yet, but then eat an apple fritter at the grocery store.

Some of my pants still fit, most of them do, but one pair which was always a bit snug, is a bit snugger. (That might not be grammatically incorrect, but it is the truth.) There are a couple of pairs of pants that I use to measure the real change. I don’t know how much I should care, it is so frustrating that I can’t get my head around eating right. This morning, no last night, I made myself a very healthy lunch then proceeded to ignore it and got a grilled turkey and Swiss sandwich with potato salad and half of my boss’s French fries.

These are not the decisions of a person who wants to lose weight. They are the decisions of a person who just wants to have more sex, look better naked, and enjoy things a bit more. I know that if I don’t stress about my weight I will be happier, but if I gain weight I will be unhappy with myself and I will run slower which makes me upset even more.

My race is in one month. I need to get down to at least 208, that is only 6 pounds which is pathetic, but I’ve been bouncing around the 213 mark for a month and have not budged except upward.

I went for a five-mile run this morning and while I finished it only a minute and a half out of first place, I was a minute out of 3rdplace. (This last sentence did not make much sense as I was not in a race this morning. It is more likely explained by the fact that I am sitting at my desk with my feet up, my headphones on for voice dictation, and I am very sleepy.)

I went for a five-mile run this morning. It was supposed to be 6 but I had to stop at Starbucks to use the bathroom. This is too much information, but there is a conflict when you realize you have to use the restroom when you are running. You want to run faster to get to the bathroom sooner, but the faster you run the more you bounce and the more, well, everything wants to get out. Luckily, I made it, but it wasn’t pretty.

I’m not making any grand commitments in this post, I am going to get back to logging all that I eat, and trying to make a few decisions that actually help me drop weight, but I’m not promising anything.
 

On a positive note, I sent a picture to a friend of mine and she said I was looking good, so that made me smile for a long time, and I'll try to build on that.

Be healthy my friends!

xoxo

Fitness Update - Trust the plan



213.2

That is what the scale said this morning. After 2 weeks of being back on track with Lose It!, trying to watch what I eat, working out like crazy, and weighing in every day, I am at 213.2 pounds, exactly where I started.

During this time I weighed in at 210.4 after a run, and in a shocking development, I had a 3 pound upward spike and hit 215.6, later that day it was 216.2. I was stunned, but not surprised. It happened on Wednesday to Thursday. I knew I was going to go out to eat twice on Wednesday. I had a sushi lunch with my boss, and that night I had a business meeting over dinner. I started off the day with the 9 mile run to earn myself some points, to counterbalance the meals I knew were coming. Apparently it did not work

There are a couple of schools of thought about how often the person should weigh in while they are trying to lose weight. When I worked with Weight Watchers a few years ago we had a weekly weigh-in that was our “official” weigh-in. I always liked having mine on Mondays because it helped me stay focused over the weekend. They encouraged fewer weigh-ins in order to not get discouraged by spikes like the one I had this week. I go the other direction; I weigh-in every day, write it down, and worry. I don’t really worry, I just get frustrated, but I know if I stick with the plan that it will work in the long run.

While it was distressing to see a 3 pound spike I knew it was coming. I knew that with sushi and Chinese food there was no way I was going to avoid it, however, I knew it would come off quickly as well, and it did. I am back to where I started.

If Wednesday was my weigh-in day on a weekly schedule I would have been devastated to be up so much with 7 full days to wait to see if I have any changes.

I like to correlate what I eat with what I weigh, though I know that is not an exact science. Water weight, bowel habits, calories versus roughage versus bulk, all play into what the scale says. Also, there is not a daily correlation because what I eat today does not get metabolized before I go to bed, it has to work its way through the system in the body pulls out fat, sugar, nutrients, and water, and does all sorts of miraculous things with it. Unfortunately, some of that miracle involves storing fat so I have to get away from the idea of “dodging a bullet” on days when I eat poorly.

Just because I have a good weigh-ion the next day, doesn’t mean the bad news is over. The cheeseburger and fries I eat today doesn’t count until tomorrow or the next when my body’s done with it.

The key is to not get discouraged.

Gaining weight is easy, losing weight is hard. We all know that but we somehow think we have the magic bullet solution. We think that if we drink lots of water, avoid one particular food like chocolate, or go to the gym for a little bit longer that it will work before the next wedding, date night, shopping trip, or trip to the scale.

The one thing I have not yet measured during this round is my body fat percentage. At my old gym I had access to some of the trainers and their tools and a body fat meter was one of them. I have a feeling that my body fat percentage is going down, but that usually just turns out to be wishful thinking.

It is like today in the pool. I am getting better in the pool. I am swimming longer without stopping which is my main goal, endurance. I am not, however, getting much faster. That is all about technique and energy level. Today I swam for 45 minutes without stopping, at my pace that is 45 laps or 1.25 miles. That is very good. I do not, however, know how fast I was really going. In the middle of the swim I felt very fast I was at a good stroke pace (stop giggling) and felt like I was moving along better than usual. But when I looked at my watch, reality struck and I was still right around the one minute per lap pace I’m always at.

The fact that I felt good, felt fast, and wasn’t getting tired is the best sign, but my optimism always outstrips reality, and I think I’m faster, leaner, or better than I am. Coldhearted measurements me bring me back to earth but, like the scale, they do improve over time so I have to keep measuring. I have to keep track because in the long run, it gets better.

So don’t get discouraged in your plan. Keep track, write it down, measure the progress, and allow yourself time. Allow yourself to have good days and bad days, fast ones and slow ones. If you miss a day, don’t beat yourself up, just get out the next day. If it is too cold outside, do something inside. If you are too tired, be extra good with your eating. Increase your water, eat more vegetables, make simple changes that allow you to feel good about each day.

If anyone has particular ideas on what is working for them, please share them in the comments, I hope that these Monday posts can act as inspiration for more than just me.

Never give up the fight! No healthy choices ever wasted, no effort goes unnoticed,, and every step is a step in the right direction.

Monday Ramblings on Fitness

Weight 
Pounds 
Waist line 
Thighs, 
biceps, 
abdomen 
Penis 
Breasts 
BMI 
Bank accounts 
Facebook friends 
The number of bedrooms 
Number of tattoos 
Initials behind our name on a business card

These are all things we measure to make ourselves feel better, at least better than other people. We try to measure things to capture whether we are succeeding or failing. these to the list minutes per mile, total mileage, T-shirts collected, bones broken, laps counted We try to make ourselves feel better by writing things down and see if the numbers go up or if the numbers go down. Maybe we should measure other things,

Number of orgasms shared 
Number of blog posts written 
Tumbler picks re-tumbled 
Videos watched 
Virgins it defiled 
Paternity suits avoided 
Tattoos removed 

We are hung up on measurements that define us.We seek to quantify and qualify the people around us so we know if they are a good match for us or not.

“Did you laugh more than 3 times at the last Adam Sandler movie?”-This is a bad thing. 
Did you vote for or against prop 8? 
 For or against the Barack Obama? 
 Did you support the fiscal cliff legislation? 
Do you believe that minorities get a fair shake or should we abandon affirmative action? 
Do you live with your mother, yes or no? 
If I go out with you on a date will you rape me?
 If I fall in love with you will you break my heart? 

We want to take the risk out of everything by measuring it, getting a guarantee from the seller, and screaming bloody murder if it doesn’t work out just the way we imagined it.

But life is not like that, life is risk, uncertainty, it is full of liars with good intention and sweethearts with bad. We don’t get to pick and choose what happens to us, we can’t get a guarantee from the universe.

 I will continue to measure things. Because I know I run faster at 200 pounds than I do at 215. I will count the miles run and the minutes spent and the pace achieved because I want to see progress and I define progress by numbers. I will pay $90 to run 13.1 miles in under 104 minutes. If I succeed I will be happy with that $90, 13.1 miles, and 104 minutes. If I take more than 110 minutes I will be unhappy with the $90 and the 13.1 miles, and most certainly unhappy with the 105th through 10th minutes. However, if I see Kim at the finish line it may not matter what time it is.

 Last night I printed out the chart, set my goals, and drew a line from 215 to 200 on a chart. It is a very steep line, and I get hungry just looking at it. I will weigh in every day.

I will write down what I eat. I will count, measure, and record. I will measure because I am happier at one number that another.

 I’m just not sure which number.

Fitness Update - Jan 14 - Strange Days



It’s Monday morning again in time to admit that I am, well,... I think I have the opposite of whatever people have when they look in the mirror and they think they are fat when really they are skinny, I know there is a name for it something like “body dysmorphic disorder” whatever it is, I have the opposite.  I go to the gym and I work out and I feel strong and confident and then I look in the mirror and I realize I’m not.  My best angle these days is definitely a full frontal shot. When I turn to the side reality hits and it’s kind of depressing. Not depressing enough, I guess, to stop me from buying a breakfast sandwich combo this morning.

It’s strange, as I sit here and think about what to say, how many things tie in to our eating habits. It’s never a simple matter of eating less, because our relationship with food is quite complex. We have to eat to survive, but that is probably the last reason we do so. Sure, when we get hungry we eat, but food, food is a scapegoat, a memory trigger, a way to rebel, a way to satisfy, a way to find comfort.

Food allows us to relive memories when we make, hot cocoa with cinnamon rolls on a chilly winter night, or when I cut up a steak and share and I flashback to a restaurant caught in college and realize afresh that I should never have let her go. It’s strange, how powerful sense memories are and I wonder why our brains are wired that way, to tie us so strongly to the past.

If you want me to think about LW, buy me a hot dog and a really good root beer.
KS would be a steak and the beer she bought on her own because I never bought her alcohol.
AJ is a burger at the student union building and AB would be any kind of fast food on the way to the mountains.

Potato cheese soup from Marie calendars will bring my mom’s apparition into the room, while two hot dogs from Wienerschnitzel puts me right on the hood of my friend’s car as we watch the cruisers go by on State Street. I can remember so many meals with important women, how they ordered, what they did, the joy I felt in their company and the longing I feel as I remember them now.

This is a bad time to be writing, I had an orgasm this morning with my wife, a simple hands job before getting out of bed, and a few things were said that put an unpleasant spin on things and I think the post-climax letdown and the odd conversation has put me in a strangely reminiscent mood. To top it off, the trees outside my window are finally losing the last of their fall colors as the wind blows through and it sets a sad tableau. It’s all just self-pity and overly sentimental musings before I get to work, but it plays into the words I choose in the soundtrack that is playing in my head.

So eating… You can’t live without it, can’t stop thinking about it. 

My wife and I had a conversation about diet. One of the things the complicates my mental approach to weight loss is that my wife is now going “to join in” we both use lose it.comand, while I am glad she is trying to get in shape (she really has done a good job of exercising more lately and she barely eats as it is, so I’m not sure how much weight she will lose) I dread her involvement. When she wants to do something with me that usually means she wants to control the agenda, and when it comes to my fitness and eating, I have no patience with her.

Eating is such a personal thing, and goes along with mood and rebellion and loneliness and memory and enjoyment  and, well,  it goes with everything. Our relationship with food is quite illogical. All we need to do is eat enough to stay alive, get some vitamins, and be healthy. Instead we use it as a proxy in battles with our past, with ourselves, and with those around us. When she tries to control what I eat, usually by side comments and loaded questions, it feels as if she is trying to control me. Which she is. And I don’t like that.

It is time to go. I started this post early this morning but I have had a wonderfully productive day. The project plan I am working on has gone through a major revision and I was able to send it off for review. Meetings were held, tempers were soothed, crisis avoided, and documents turned in.

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I wonder what I should say on some of these Monday posts. I have lacked discipline these past two weeks in my eating. As always, it is my time at the gym that is my salvation. I was down almost 1.5 pounds and then up 2 pounds and now I am back to being down .4 pounds. That is not progress, that is just statistical variation.

I feel as if my discipline is returning. I feel as if I am ready to begin, but then I will look in my hand and see that I have picked up three chocolates from the bowl in the training center. I eat for the wrong reasons and until I get those reasons under control I will have a hard time.

Until then, until I can get my head around the process, I will struggle, but struggle I will, and I will continue. I will not give up, neither should you.




Run with me again.



This will be short, nothing important. I want to get in the habit of blogging a little bit every day, only if to keep myself in the habit. I know it is rather self-indulgent to think that anyone cares what I think about on a daily basis, but to fulfill the prediction of the radio DJ I listened to at lunch, I must become a “delusional narcissist” and I think that includes having a blog.

I complain many times on this blog. I complain about sex, my job, my wife, a little bit about everything, but today is a good day.  I will not complain.

I woke up on time and made it down to my gym as a beautiful sunrise was cresting the hill. I sent the picture off to a friend and she responded with admiration of the photograph and just seeing her name in my inbox makes me happy.  The weather was perfect. I should not gloat over my snowbound friends but there is a reason everyone loves California. It is because of days like today, in January.

I am going to a new gym so I decided to stick to a familiar road as to not get lost. I don’t really get lost, but some routes are dead ends, some take me the long way around when I’m not in the mood for the long way, and some are just boring. About 2/10 of a mile into my run I saw a trail. My neighborhood has lots of trails, a throwback to the time when horses actually lived in my Valley. I’m a sucker for a trail, especially when it goes along the river. So I took it.

Like most paths in my area and ran along the cement River carved as part of a flood control plan that seeks to keep nature in check, rivers within their banks, and trees growing in proper lines. But it is pretty, so I ran.
 
The trail lasted a little over a mile and then it kicked me back out to a sidewalk.  The sidewalk ended, then the road ended, and I ended up in a Park. The Avenue turned into a street which turned into a one lane road that wound itself between the trees and the craggy rock outcroppings and deeper and deeper into the canyon. After a couple of miles I passed a small preserved historical mining town. “Town” is the wrong word for it as all that is left is two or three buildings. But at one point it was the start of the oil and mining industry in my neighborhood. I passed through and continued on until my watch chimed at the 3.1 mile mark. I had stopped to take pictures along the way so my time wasn’t great, but I knew I would make up for it on the downhill return.


I love running when I don’t know where I am going. I love having the confidence that I can find a trail, take it, and have the energy and wherewithal to get back. I have told many people that I run until I am half tired and then I turned around. I like it with a bit of uncertainty.

3 miles from my gym and I was all alone.  If you are there with me we could have stripped down and played for hours without being seen. We could’ve kissed on the big rock at the turnaround and tanned ourselves under the winter sun. We would have had the forest to ourselves and it made me smile as I returned.

I write my little Monday updates on fitness, but it is days like today the keep me motivated. Days when I can find a new trail and run, days when I can find a new path and explore.

Come run with me.
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