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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.

A short post about a long run

I saw her on the treadmill yesterday, technically I guess it’s an elliptical, but they all do the same thing, They trick you into running in place and then you realize after an hour you still haven’t gone anywhere. I can’t stand them unless the weather is really awful outside. Even with the TV on I find them boring and I never feel like I’ve gotten a real workout. Some people love them and so, I guess, more power to them if that’s what works for them. I like to be outside.

She looked familiar, too young for me to know her professionally, too young for me to think about her legally, but I knew I had seen her someplace before. Today, as I walked through the door, she was there at the front desk, an employee, so that is where I knew her. But there was something more. She complimented me on my choice of sweatshirt and I looked down and realized I was wearing my hoodie with the high school logo on it. I asked her if that’s where she graduated from and she said that she had graduated in 2007. Doing the math quickly in my head, I asked her where she was going to school now.

“I’m a grad student at UCLA.”I handed her my ID tag and she scanned it, saw my last name, and smiled. She asked if I was my daughter’s father and I said yes. Though they missed each other in school, her younger sister and my daughter were friends through the team.

“I saw you on the treadmill yesterday, do you like it?

“It was just too cold to go outside so I stayed in.” She said obviously upset with the weather, “I much prefer to run outside when I can.”

“What time do you get off?”

“In about an hour.” She said

“I’m running to Fayetteville, do you want to join me?“

Fayetteville is an old settler town, famous for a haunted house and a double murder back in the 20s. It’s an the historic site that is rarely visited, but it is the gateway to a beautiful canyon run. I had rediscovered this trail last week and now, and she handed me back my ID tag, she gave me a beautiful smile.

“I have to go straight to school after I finish work,” she said with a grin, “but thank you for asking.”

I’m pretty sure she was just being nice but that didn’t stop me from running with the fantasy in my head. For some strange reason it was very specific, very detailed, but very specific. The run is a 7 mile round trip so I had plenty of time to think. Time to think about running behind her watching her cute little bottom swish back and forth; plenty of time to think about running beside her watching her face catch the morning sun. Plenty of time for her to get chilled in the morning air and, at the turnaround, stop us to catch your breath.

Touch my ass

What?

Touch my ass, she stared at me, I think she was serious.

I close the gap between us with two steps and put my arms around her waist.

I didn’t say you could kiss me, I told you to touch my ass.

Without saying a word I pulled her hips tight against mine, reached up underneath her running shirt and found the waistband of her very expensive running pants. I looked into her eyes, she did not look away.

I felt the waistband of her pants on the backs of my fingers, it snagged briefly on my wedding ring and I smiled at the accusation. Her skin was perfectly smooth, the smooth skin of a 20-year-old who has yet to see hard times. My thumbs traced the cleft as my fingertips found the bottom of the curve and I squeezed gently, pulling her open just a fraction to let her know that I knew exactly what I was doing.

Her breathing became quick, shallow, and she put her chin on my shoulder

I pulled her against me roughly, quickly, pushed my hands deeper, the hem of her pants now on my forearm as my fingertips traced the bottom of the curve in the tops of her thighs, fingertips creeping between the heat to pull her open, to pull her apart.

She gasped as the tip of my first finger traced the outline of her pucker.

Touch my ass

My hands spread her further, and my middle finger dipped between her feminine folds for heat and lubrication. She shivered at the penetration but did not pull away and, suitably coated, I placed the tip of my finger firmly in the center.

Tell me again. I hissed in her ear. She wrapped her arms around my neck and held me close, her lips chasing warm kisses along my neck and up to my ear.

Touch my ass.

My finger slid in without resistance, and she gasped and moaned and clenched.

My hands held her open in the cold morning air, hidden by trees and boulders and distance, I pressed my finger in deeper and deeper.

Her lips panted in my ear and I felt the warmth of her breath on the side of my face. She was holding me tight, bucking against my hand and breathing deeply into my skin, I felt myself harden beyond measure but this was her moment, her request. She pulled her lips away slightly so they could move

Now the front

I began to slide my finger out when she quickly said “No! Both”

I slipped my left hand around to the front, never pulling it out from within the tight confines of her pants. My hand came across a smooth shaved mound and I quickly found the heat between. I shifted her in my arms and she turned sideways, her left arm around my neck for support, her feet on tip-toes as she tried to lift and lower herself on my touch.

My hands worked in tandem and her orgasm crashed over her. Her arm tightened around my neck and I held her tight, supporting her in her moment of weakness as wave after wave pushed through her strong hips. I could feel the strength in her thighs giving out and with the twin supports of my hands, I held her close.

She turned towards me and pressed her chest against mine as my hand slipped out and came to her waist, holding her gingerly as I gave her a moment to collect herself and decide on her next move. She cradled my face in her hands, looking up at me and kissed me deeply as we breathed into each other’s mouths for several minutes as she processed the swirl of emotions. She took my left hand by the wrist and kissed my fingertips lightly, they smelled of her wetness and her pleasure. With the right hand I cradled her curves gently and pulled her tight and just let her breathe.

Her world stoped spinning and rational thought returned. She looked up at me again, smiled, and gave me a quick peck on the lips. “Give me a two-minute head start,” she said with shaky voice, “and then come catch me.”

My mind wanders with the miles, and soon I am back at the gym and she is gone. I smile, knowing that it’s more than the run that got my heart rate up today.

Fitness Challenge - Let's get started

Fitness Challenge

Start Date: Now

End Date: December 15

Goals: Whatever you want them to be

Welcome to the Advizor 8 week fitness challenge!!! *Whoo hoo* (the crowd goes wild).

Inspired by a friend, who shall remain nameless unless he/she/they out themselves in comments, I am going to be blogging about fitness and exercise and all that healthy crap on each Monday from now until December 17! *Whoo Hoo* (more motivational cheering from the crowd).

With the “Eating Season” upon us in just 10 days (Halloween, Thanksgiving, Hanukah, Christmas, Kwanza, Boxing Day, New Year’s Eve and other pagan holidays), I figured I better get my pudgy belly in to gear, in to the gym, and out of the kitchen.

“Why December 15?” did I hear you ask?

“I’ll tell you” I heard myself think.

My friend is going to run a 5K race on that day, her first in a long, long time. This friend of mine is B-E-A-utiful, but feels like she’s let her schedule get the best of her and needs to rededicate herself to keeping herself healthy. Don’t we all, let’s hear it for her folks (give me your best Dr. Phil clap here).

What does that mean for the rest of us?

It means we are getting off the couch, out of the computer chair, off our butts, and in to the gym, park, garage, YMCA, or cycling studio to get moving. It means we are eating better, eating less, being thoughtful about our eating, and NOT letting our food control us. Right? Am I right or am I right?

Let’s hear it for me!!!!!

OK, so this is our challenge.

1 – Set a goal at can be reached by December 15.

This can be to complete an actual race 1K, 5K, 10K, ½ marathon, full marathon.

Your choice.

It can be to reach a pant size, a total number of workouts, a certain # of miles walked, laps swum (swim, swam, swum, right?) or times you walked around the block.

To use an old saying, goals should be SMART

We are only doing this for 8 weeks, none of us are going to be doing an Ironman before New Years, so let’s make it fun, reasonable, and realistic. (I’m not going to be up to a mile swim at the end, but maybe 20 laps without stopping (if my shoulder holds out).

2 – Write the goal down!!!

“A goal not written is just a wish.”

You have to write it down where you will see it every day. EVERY DAY, so put it with your vibrator.

3 – You have to share the goal with someone in real life.

I would love to have you share your goals here in comments, on your own blog/twitter/tumblr etc. But, that doesn’t count as much as sharing it with someone you know and trust and will gently and lovingly hold you accountable to your goal or spank you when you are bad.

If they can set a goal to work on at the same time, all the better. Most studies show (a phrase used by people with no statistical proof) that people who work out together are more prone to achieve their goals and they tend to masturbate more, so it’s a Win/Win.

4 – You have to update us each Monday.

OK, you don’t HAVE to, but a weekly check-in is a great way to stay motivated.

In summary!!!

Come along with me. Get moving, get active, get healthier in some way. We have 10 weeks before the start of a New Year (begging forgiveness from my Hebrew, Coptic, and Babylonian friends, and hoping the Mayans were wrong).

Wouldn’t it be nice to start the new year a little healthier, a little happier, a feeling a little less like we have one foot in the grave and the other on a banana peel?

Here are my goals (and remember, we are all starting from different places! This is a guilt free zone.

1 – Get to the Gym 4 days during the week and run on Saturday.

2 – Take my lunch 3 of 5 working days (save $$ and calories)

3 – Stay under my calorie allotment as calculated on www.loseit.com 5 days a week

4 – Be in bed by 11:00 PM Sunday – Wednesday

I’m still searching for a race on December 15 that’s not 50 miles from home, so I’ll update that goal later.

PLEASE join us!!!!!

And let me hear from you in comments!

Xoxo

A54

it's dark again

I love having it light in the evening, though we didn't start dinner until after 6, having lost all track of time based on the sun. But now I'm back to driving to the gym in the dark, and that's no fun. I was just getting used to seeing myself as I walked out the door. (And no, the video doesn't make "sense." It's just snapshots taken out my front window as I drive to they gym in the dark.)

So come with me for a drive.

Meet me at the gym.

Show me your new spandex shorts,

Your cute new tank top,

The sports bra you love so much.

Let me see you sweat as you lift

Strain as you curl

Grimace as you crunch

and groan as you stretch.

Share a lane with me.

Let me see your arms dig through the water

the muscles of your back twitching and moving

Gracefully, as you suit conceals and reveals

And make me dream of mermaids and the deep.

Talk to me,

As the bubbles tickle in places hidden

And the heat soothes our limbs

as your smile soothes my mind

Take my hand under the surface

Hide your heart if you must,

but don't let go.

Bad Back - Part 1

I was running late and yelling at the big rig in front of me to get some balls and throw the left turn.

“What are you waiting for,” I was about to lean on the horn, “an engraved invitation?”

Finally he lumbered through the intersection and I followed in the shadow, hoping the red-light camera wouldn’t see me behind his massive trailer. With my foot on the gas I cut the corner tight and dashed in to the parking lot ahead of him, knowing that his size would block the 2^nd half of the parking lot until the bread was unloaded into the massive wholesaler next to the gym.

I parked and locked and ran past Katy at the front desk, giving her a smile and a wave but no conversation. That hadn’t gone well last time and our one and only date was fading into the “bad choices” file..

With my locker locked and my water bottle full I ran to the aerobics room. I liked her class, but she was the reason I showed up every Monday morning. About 5’8” and 120 pounds of muscle, she commanded the room with the sweetest voice and a body to kill for.

I would try and describe her but then I’d just sound like a horny lap dog, and though that may be true, I don’t want to sound like it. I can say that from her strong calves to her perfectly shaped ass, her athletically curvy chest, and her impossibly cheery morning smile, she was stunning.

I could tell that something was wrong a few seconds in to class. She wasn’t moving much and when she thought we were busy stretching or lunging she grimaced and held on to the stereo cabinet. I can’t believe she made it all the way through class. As the class filtered out, I put away her risers, step, weights, and floor mat. When I came back over to talk to her she put her arm around my shoulders and gasped, “You have to take me home, everything hurts.”

She had thrown her back out arranging the weight rack right before class and couldn’t get anyone on the phone to replace her. She hid the pain from most of the class, oblivious little idiots all of them, but now it was time to let go of the mask and tears came to her eyes.

She put her arm further around my neck and I lifted her off the floor, my arms under her back and behind her knees. She was hot and sweaty just from the yelling, and her slick skin required a strong hold to keep her from slipping. She felt good against my chest as she rested her head on my shoulder.

I took her out the side door to avoid the spectacle of the fallen aerobics teacher. She probably could have walked but it felt better to carry her as we slipped in to the employee parking lot.....

Horribly Nasty Thoughts.....

We were talking about my day and I said the following…

Woke up hard this morning, felt wonderful. Taught my class, discreetly watched the new girl and thought horribly nasty thoughts about her.

She replied,

"Horribly nasty thoughts" *grin* what were you wanting to do to the poor girl?? Please share.

So I did. (This was written in about 10 minutes, please forgive the typos)

Horribly Nasty Thoughts.....

I walk over to her as the class works up a sweat and the music pounds. She is in her late 20's, still firm and fit, slim with beautiful breasts wrapped in a low-cut white tank top and black Lycra shorts. I'm yelling out instructions, speeds and hills but I stop in front of her bike and openly stare at her. "Don't Stop!" I call out as the music intensifies. Without hesitation or apology I reach inside her top and pull her tit from her bra and begin tugging roughly on her nipple. She gasps and begins to pull back but I grip tighter and she complies and sits back on the saddle.

I reach up with my free hand and pull the straps of her tank down without missing a single instruction to the class. The riders around her are aghast at my actions but I freeze them in place with a stare. Their feet circle and press as they watch me strip the young blonde's top off her shoulders in the middle of class. Some, embarrassed, look away, but I see them watching us in the mirror.

With her top bunched up around her waist, I continue to fondle and caress her without hesitation. They are full and firm and her nipples are hardening under my rough fingers. She tries to hides her eyes but I reach into her hair and pull her head up, forcing her to keep her chest open for all to see. I lean in and whisper in her ear that if she stops the punishments just get worse. Slap, slap, the firm flesh turns pink as I smack them back and forth. Her mouth opens to scream but my fingers clog her throat and she sucks on them voraciously.

Two rows back, I see that the angry brunette has stopped cycling and is caressing her nipples through her thin t-shirt. We make eye contact and she begins working again, but I know I have my next already lined up.

I lean in and bite her nipple hard, but instead of protesting her hands come to the back of my head and pull me in tighter, asking me to suckle at her teat and pull and ravage. I stand tall and kiss her deeply and take a handful of hair and pull her off her bike. The music continues to pulse but most of the class has stopped now as they watch this poor young girl get lost in her own arousal. She's stopped fighting and kneels on the floor of her own accord.

"I didn't say stop!" my voice fills the room and most comply, but some are watching, most are touching. Two older women try to leave but the Japanese mistress, always far right, front row. blocks their escape and tell them that no one leaves until teacher is finished with his student. They return to their bikes, but hide their eyes and turn up their iPods. A heavy techno beat echoes off the walls as my subject claws eagerly at the hard shaft hidden by a thin sheen of fabric. I pull her face to my cock and she bites and licks at the sweaty spandex. "You may" is what I tell her and she reaches up and pulls my shorts down revealing my iron hard cock.

She engulfs me in one breath and I feel my head against the back of her throat. I laugh out loud and begin to fuck her throat while the others watch. Angry brunette orgasms in the back of the class under her own touch and the short black guy follows suit moments later. As I pound at the back of her mouth, I look up at the others and bellow at them to keep going. I look around me until I see the other blond, Russian I think, too thin, looks slightly dazed all the time and I wonder what "medications" she is on that keeps her energy so high but her gaze so unfocused. "Come here" I shout and she jumps off her bike and joins us.

She kisses me violently as my cock gets serviced below. I reach up inside her shirt and feel her nipples, hard, ready, her breasts small and tight against her emaciated chest. My hands move downward and slip inside her yoga pants and directly into her steaming cunt. Two fingers immediately slide in and I lift her off the floor until she is on tip-toes alone. She is mine from the first moment and her orgasm crashes through her small frame, knocking her knees out from under her and she falls back against the railing between rows of bikes.

I pull my oral slut up from her knees and turn her to face the Russian, now resting against the railing. "Hands on the rails" I whisper in my slut's ears and she bends forward allowing the Russian to fondle and caress them as the two women kiss.

"Pull them down for me." my blond reaches for her hips, but I stop her and look over at the young stud who has been eyeing her since the start of class. His cock is hard inside his shorts and I tell him, "You! Boner boy, get over her and strip this slut."

He eagerly jumps from his bike and runs over. He peals her shorts over her perfect hips exposing a well-curved ass and I can see her pussy lips are red and swollen. Boner-boy begins to pull down his shorts until I push him out of the way and laugh at him. "She's mine boy" and I slide my cock in with one powerful stroke, grabbing and pulling at her hair to get leverage, "or hadn't you noticed." He slinks back to his bike as I slide in and out of her wet and eager cunt. The two women kiss without noticing that the entire class is watching now. My cock shines in the bright lights of the spin room and three bodies move in perfect synchronization.

Russian reaches between her legs and draws a dollop of moisture and feeds it to me as the blond begs for a taste of her own. The Russian complies and feed her nectar as if to a starving baby bird. I can feel the blond is reaching her peak, the intensity of the public scene and her first taste of pussy is exhausting her and overwhelming her senses. I look at the Russian and nod my head as I grip the blond by the shoulders. Russian reaches deep and begins to grind the other woman's clit deep up into her cunt as my cock pistons into places she has never felt. She gasps and begins to lose control of her breathing.

More and more we abuse the willing flesh until at last her orgasm explodes behind her eyes, between her legs, in every fiber of her clit and cunt. "Seizure" doesn’t even come close to describing what her body does in reaction to the pleasure, the pleasure of being taken, of being fucked as 40 others watch, of seeing herself on her knees begging to suck cock of a man she's never met, the taste of sweet female cunt on her tongue and the soft skin of a woman's breast in her hand.

I empty myself fully into her. Often tested and totally snipped, I don't hold back, I don't pull out; I fill her quivering cunt with every drop of my seed. She cries out and then just cries as indescribable pleasure destroys her very perception. She collapses to the floor and the angry brunette steps down, pushing others out of the way, to care for her. Russian drops to her knees and takes me in her mouth and cleans me completely, tasting both of us on her tongue, she looks up and wordlessly asks permission. I nod my head and she slips a hand between her thighs and quickly makes herself cum as she sucks the last drops of essence from my cock.

The room is silent. The music mix ended long ago. Another quiet orgasm overwhelms a female voice and a soft "oh fuck" is heard from behind me.

"Class dismissed" releases them from the spell and the room empties except for me and the three women. Russian and the brunette help her to dress for the walk to the showers. As they prepare to leave, the blond leans in and kisses me on the cheek.

"Thank you Sir."

The room is empty now and I cover up and shut down the stereo, turn off the lights, and leave.