Well, so far work isn't so bad, my legs seem to be adjusting once again to eight hours of standing. The problem is, who wants to work out when they have been on their feet all day?
I did manage it two days ago, did a half hour treadmill and leg excercises after work. And my lovely wife made me a healthy lunch with apple and carrot sticks. So I felt virtuous after that. Hopefully the trend continues.
I must confess though, work is boring. It would seem that keeping such a standing job would be good for me so that it should keep going. But..... the job itself was a bait and swith, they told me it was managerial and so far it has been the position of glorified clerk. We shall see.
At least I make more than the other clerks.
My fatness seems to rage unabated though.
wish me luck
Friday, November 9, 2007
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
standing hurts
Well, I have officially joined the realm of the gainfully employed and discovered that standing does indeed hurt when done for long periods. I used to know this but the reality was a bit of a slap after seven months of holiday. Oh, holidays, if only they could never end! What this will mean for weight loss is hopefully obvious, sitting all day burns less calories than standing all day. Also there is less access to random junk when you can't eat whenever you like.
In a way though it is disappointing. I think that once again work will have to substitute for my will power so that any future periods of holidays will be uncontrolled free for alls as nothing is learned:(
Of course, that is sort of a disaster prediction that does nothing but discourage so let's pretend you didn't hear it and go back to thinking positive.
I think that if I can stick to my diet while working the weight will come off. I also think that my leg excercises must continue since the old knees definately started creaking by the end.
bleah
In a way though it is disappointing. I think that once again work will have to substitute for my will power so that any future periods of holidays will be uncontrolled free for alls as nothing is learned:(
Of course, that is sort of a disaster prediction that does nothing but discourage so let's pretend you didn't hear it and go back to thinking positive.
I think that if I can stick to my diet while working the weight will come off. I also think that my leg excercises must continue since the old knees definately started creaking by the end.
bleah
Thursday, November 1, 2007
sittin around...
Now, today I realize that I have been sitting around accumulating fat molecules for a couple days. It is appallingly easy to lose whatever little fitness you have stored up. After only a couple days it seems like the excercise is harder and my breathing heavier than ever. The thing that is annoying me is that I know in my head what has to happen, I have no excuse, I even feel like the key to the eating plan has been placed in my sweaty chubby little hand and yet.... action has failed to materialize lately.
It must be psychological.
Dammit.
What would I possibly gain from not acting on all the things that I know make me healthier?
Answer, I don't have to change anything.... is that it? It seems like change would be such an effort. No, that isn't the answer, it doesn't seem right.
Reluctance coming from......????
Well, I am starting a new job on monday, and my selfish voice tells me to sit down and rest now, enjoy the last days of freedom before they are gone since then the holiday will be over.
Is that really going to help when I have to stand at work for hours on my fat little feet? No.
So what is it? I don't know.
Suggestions for this ennui?
I am also thinking that work will force me towards being healthier in order to cope with the demands of work.
wish me luck
It must be psychological.
Dammit.
What would I possibly gain from not acting on all the things that I know make me healthier?
Answer, I don't have to change anything.... is that it? It seems like change would be such an effort. No, that isn't the answer, it doesn't seem right.
Reluctance coming from......????
Well, I am starting a new job on monday, and my selfish voice tells me to sit down and rest now, enjoy the last days of freedom before they are gone since then the holiday will be over.
Is that really going to help when I have to stand at work for hours on my fat little feet? No.
So what is it? I don't know.
Suggestions for this ennui?
I am also thinking that work will force me towards being healthier in order to cope with the demands of work.
wish me luck
Thursday, October 25, 2007
footsteps
I am frustrated with the limits of my body.
The treadmill is awesome and it makes me feel really good to walk on it, until my foot hurts. My foot has developed an annoying habit of getting some kind of sore spot on the bottom when I walk for too long and then I have to rest a few days to heal it. This is frustrating because the rest of me is go go go. And of course stopping ruins the momentum. Must have patience. I can't expect these poor feet to carry my bulk for so long without suffering. My eagerness to get rid of said bulk makes me impatient though. It is a catch 22, you are hurt because of the weight but you can't take off the weight by excercise because you hurt.
bleah
In other news I have colored my hair a sexy shade of red brown called "Carribean Mahogany". Of couse I picked it partly because of the color and partly for the name. I really liked the Carribean and hope to go again and the hair reminds me of it. Also, I am picturing my thin(ner) self with my sexy red hair on the beach which is a great incentive to avoid the halloween candy demons.
We had to get chips since we ate the whole box of halloween chocolate, which is sad as there are two of us and the box had 100 small bars in it. That's fifty each ! and I may have had more than half what with being left alone with them... a tactical error.
I have always relied on excercise for weight loss. My ability to get myself to excercise far outweighs my ability to eat healthy so excercise has been my main weapon. Yet as my joints decide to quit how long is that viable? I know that a serious attempt to manage food has to be made, that is a skill needed in my repetoire. Yet it is one of the most challenging for me. My sister has always seemed to be the opposite. She has been able to manage overall what she eats though when we were younger she didn't really excercise. I think this has changed lately as she likes dance dance revolution and rides a bike. So now to even up the odds I have to learn her eating skill. That way in the battle of the diets I have a better chance;)
The treadmill is awesome and it makes me feel really good to walk on it, until my foot hurts. My foot has developed an annoying habit of getting some kind of sore spot on the bottom when I walk for too long and then I have to rest a few days to heal it. This is frustrating because the rest of me is go go go. And of course stopping ruins the momentum. Must have patience. I can't expect these poor feet to carry my bulk for so long without suffering. My eagerness to get rid of said bulk makes me impatient though. It is a catch 22, you are hurt because of the weight but you can't take off the weight by excercise because you hurt.
bleah
In other news I have colored my hair a sexy shade of red brown called "Carribean Mahogany". Of couse I picked it partly because of the color and partly for the name. I really liked the Carribean and hope to go again and the hair reminds me of it. Also, I am picturing my thin(ner) self with my sexy red hair on the beach which is a great incentive to avoid the halloween candy demons.
We had to get chips since we ate the whole box of halloween chocolate, which is sad as there are two of us and the box had 100 small bars in it. That's fifty each ! and I may have had more than half what with being left alone with them... a tactical error.
I have always relied on excercise for weight loss. My ability to get myself to excercise far outweighs my ability to eat healthy so excercise has been my main weapon. Yet as my joints decide to quit how long is that viable? I know that a serious attempt to manage food has to be made, that is a skill needed in my repetoire. Yet it is one of the most challenging for me. My sister has always seemed to be the opposite. She has been able to manage overall what she eats though when we were younger she didn't really excercise. I think this has changed lately as she likes dance dance revolution and rides a bike. So now to even up the odds I have to learn her eating skill. That way in the battle of the diets I have a better chance;)
Thursday, October 18, 2007
Halloween
I know you all know what is coming, the sordid tale of Gables vs. the Halloween Candy.
The first tactical error was buying the candy early, you know, because it will sell out right? The second was leaving it on the kitchen table. Once that box was opened it was all over. I think we have eaten probably half of the little candy bars. And of course rooting through it to get the good ones. For us that is the coffee crisp so all the little children will have to eat the hated smarties. Second choice has been the kit kat so that leaves also Aero for the kiddies.
My retreat has consisted of putting the candy downstairs. Out of sight out of mind, right? That seems to work until it crosses your mind then you can hear the little chocolate voices crying from the basement to come and eat them. (yes my candy is possessed, it's halloween candy!)
My record of leaving the candy alone is probably one day.
In the positive side my new shiny treadmill is in the basement too so once I am down there I may as well get on. Two days in a row now I have walked for a whole hour.
That will counteract the chocolate, right? right?!
The first tactical error was buying the candy early, you know, because it will sell out right? The second was leaving it on the kitchen table. Once that box was opened it was all over. I think we have eaten probably half of the little candy bars. And of course rooting through it to get the good ones. For us that is the coffee crisp so all the little children will have to eat the hated smarties. Second choice has been the kit kat so that leaves also Aero for the kiddies.
My retreat has consisted of putting the candy downstairs. Out of sight out of mind, right? That seems to work until it crosses your mind then you can hear the little chocolate voices crying from the basement to come and eat them. (yes my candy is possessed, it's halloween candy!)
My record of leaving the candy alone is probably one day.
In the positive side my new shiny treadmill is in the basement too so once I am down there I may as well get on. Two days in a row now I have walked for a whole hour.
That will counteract the chocolate, right? right?!
Tuesday, October 9, 2007
Treadmill Fairy
Yay! The treadmill fairy has visited me in the night leaving behind a shiny new treadmill!
Wait, no that was what I wished happened. The reality involved a lot more sweating and cursing and dropping of heavey objects and at one point I was the only thing between my wife and death by crushing on the stairwell. It was a workout before we even started! Including the twenty minutes walking around the store trying to find a salesperson.
But, in the end, we got the bastard in the house and down in the basement in all it's shiny new glory. Then we shined it up even more, tightened all the bolts and turned it on.
That part was yay! it is really cool. I took it for a spin last night for the first time and walked for 53 minutes. It was different than walking outside in several obvious ways. For example you can watch the simpsons while walking. I suppose you could do that outside with a portable dvd player and some sort of harness rig. But you would look a tad odd, and in my case probably run into parked cars.
The other big difference was that you have to keep the pace or go flying off the end. Now, I really had no idea how fast I normally walk. It seemed quick but how could I know? Do you ever pay attention to the little slows and rushes that make up a normal walk? My pace must vary without my ever realizing it.
Anyway, today I walked outside for half an hour to get a comparison and I was right, my outside walk was definately slower than my treadmill walk. But my outside walk feels challenging. Yet when I went that fast on the treadmill it seemed slow. Is that because I can see by the numbers that it isn't so fast? Am I confused because of staying in the same place to think I must be going slow and should make more effort? In any case my need for speed is going to back off in favour of my need to bend my knees. I think a moderate pace with a slight incline is a better start than marching full out on the flat, at least at first.
The annoying part is that I am going to have to take my orthotic insoles and move them between shoes for inside and outside walking. Perhaps I should have done that the first time....
oh well
Wait, no that was what I wished happened. The reality involved a lot more sweating and cursing and dropping of heavey objects and at one point I was the only thing between my wife and death by crushing on the stairwell. It was a workout before we even started! Including the twenty minutes walking around the store trying to find a salesperson.
But, in the end, we got the bastard in the house and down in the basement in all it's shiny new glory. Then we shined it up even more, tightened all the bolts and turned it on.
That part was yay! it is really cool. I took it for a spin last night for the first time and walked for 53 minutes. It was different than walking outside in several obvious ways. For example you can watch the simpsons while walking. I suppose you could do that outside with a portable dvd player and some sort of harness rig. But you would look a tad odd, and in my case probably run into parked cars.
The other big difference was that you have to keep the pace or go flying off the end. Now, I really had no idea how fast I normally walk. It seemed quick but how could I know? Do you ever pay attention to the little slows and rushes that make up a normal walk? My pace must vary without my ever realizing it.
Anyway, today I walked outside for half an hour to get a comparison and I was right, my outside walk was definately slower than my treadmill walk. But my outside walk feels challenging. Yet when I went that fast on the treadmill it seemed slow. Is that because I can see by the numbers that it isn't so fast? Am I confused because of staying in the same place to think I must be going slow and should make more effort? In any case my need for speed is going to back off in favour of my need to bend my knees. I think a moderate pace with a slight incline is a better start than marching full out on the flat, at least at first.
The annoying part is that I am going to have to take my orthotic insoles and move them between shoes for inside and outside walking. Perhaps I should have done that the first time....
oh well
Friday, October 5, 2007
Missing treadmill
I have decided that I want to get a treadmill. It is because my current excercise of choice is walking and the weather is getting colder. Now, today we passed a treadmill on sale for 400 bucks. My wife asked me if I wanted to get it, and I said no.
Why?
Because getting it to the car and home and then set up is too much trouble. Or, if you will, excercise.
ha.
I secretly want to get one at some sort of furniture or fitness store where someone will bring it to my home, carry it to the basement and then set it up. Now, you may ask, is this worth the additional six to ten thousand dollars of a service? Probably not. Yet the idea of the gong show that will ensue when we try to get this puppy home is totally discouraging.
Anyone want to express post me a treadmill? Anyone?
Why?
Because getting it to the car and home and then set up is too much trouble. Or, if you will, excercise.
ha.
I secretly want to get one at some sort of furniture or fitness store where someone will bring it to my home, carry it to the basement and then set it up. Now, you may ask, is this worth the additional six to ten thousand dollars of a service? Probably not. Yet the idea of the gong show that will ensue when we try to get this puppy home is totally discouraging.
Anyone want to express post me a treadmill? Anyone?
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