Well, it was beautiful again here, not super hot (it really never is until July or so), but for some crazy reason, my internet and landline service are down- the comcast people couldn’t figure it out over the phone, so they’re sending someone tomorrow. I would not normally be pissed about it, but we’re a web services company, for godsake, that operates out of my home! We need the internet to do literally ANYTHING involving online site maintenance; but, bright side, we got the day off. I am taking advantage of my generous friend Kathy’s washer and drier right now. She’s at work and I have been hanging around here for a couple of hours, relaxing and battling a little bit of a defeatist attitude. I’m just having a day where I feel so incredibly fat and unwieldy that I can barely move around. I’m trying to tell myself that, yes, I am fat, but clearly I am able to exercise and use my body like a functional human being. I’m just sick of seeing the way my ass looks in jeans. Since it was so nice today, I decided to do a bizarre out door exercise: running stairs at the high school football arena (yes, inspired by the Biggest Loser, natch). That shit was hard!! My mother and sister and I used to do stair climbing all the time in Seattle, to prepare for difficult or multi-day hikes or backpacking trips. It whipped my ass today. I had already worked out earlier in the day and I was REALLY tired once the stair-running mayhem started, but I managed to do 45 minutes of it before I had to throw in the towel. I’m also worrying about my boobs today- this could of course sound crazy to someone who’s never struggled with their weight, but all my compatriots here on this site know what I’m talking about: blind panic, that’s what. What if they never look good again? I’m already losing some of my bust line, have downgraded 1 bra size and they seem to be acquiring a bit of a flappier appearance than usual. I’m trying not to go into Negative Nancy mode; after I lose weight, my body is not going to look the same as I remember it, but it’s still so freaking worth it! I was feeling so good today, tired and sweating and out in the sun: when I binge on shitty food or stray too far from the diet, I can always feel it, it slows me down, gives me glazed eyes and a buzzing head. I’ve been feeling good lately, physically, and you forget what it’s like to feel bad all the time. Again, it’s so similar to drinking; I haven’t had a hangover in years (obviously), but I used to wake up with one every day. I used to spend mornings vomitting into a toilet, then I’d eat a disgusting sandwich or similar for lunch, then go to work feeling horrible. By the time my shift was over at 11, I’d be ready to repeat the cycle, and would head to the bar. With fatty food it’s the same thing: it’s a reward and a punishment at the same time. I’m trying to keep my head above water on the diet thing and I just need to keep it at the front of my mind how terrible I feel when I don’t treat myself well.
Things I want to work on for next week:
-eating breakfast, every day
-starting a vitamin regimen
-continuing quest for low-fat salad dressing
-smaller portions
-longer workouts (maybe)
Breakfast: nope
Lunch: sandwich with spinach, 2 laughing cow wedges, sliced chicken, horseradish
Dinner: nothing yet, and I’m getting super hungry
Exercise: 30 day shred, 30 (8 miles) minutes stationary bike, 45 minutes running stairs, 1 mile with the dogs
1000 miles in 2009: 261
Challenge!
Water: 128 oz so far
Exercise minutes: 275\290
Clean Eating Days: 4\6
1 outdoor activity done!
Song of the Day: Down in the Valley, by Solomon Burke
Daily awesome: My laundry has been piling up for literally three and a half weeks, and I am now, FINALLY, getting it done. I’m so excited to sleep on clean sheets tonight and to have my favorite jeans back in the rotation and fresh underpants (of which I am wearing my last pair today!). Yay!