Setbacks I’m Deeming Minor

Hullo.

My scale has crept up over the past couple days:

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This is due to the fact that I’ve been pretty hungry when I got home from work these last couple nights, and so I’ve had some food.  I’m not entirely sure why I’ve been hungrier, other than perhaps the running is starting to work.  Or, would work, if I wasn’t stuffing my face at night.  I also know I’m not eating enough protein in my day, and haven’t been since I started this blog, and that likely is causing the hunger as well.  This hunger I would rate as more-so than usual (because I’m generally a little peckish when I get off work, but it’s a hunger I can ignore and just go to bed with), but (and this is an important distinction that I don’t usually make) I’m not so hungry that I should have eaten the amount I’ve eaten when I came home.  So part of the weight going up is that I’m eating too much, and not the right things.

So in order to combat this, I think I’m going to try having a protein shake at night, whether I’m hungry or not, to combat the budding habit of destroying an entire container of hummus at 11 pm.

Hey!  At least it’s not pizza!  I just noticed that!  It didn’t even occur to me to get pizza either night!  THAT’S HUGE!

I’ve decided on Dr. Rhonda Patrick‘s smoothie recipe.

In the YouTube link above she gives the ingredients for a 64 ounce serving, one she shares with her husband.  So a 32 ounce smoothie should do it for me.

Here’s the breakdown:

-4 Kale Leaves
-1.5 cups of flax milk (pre-blend at this point)
-2 rainbow chard leaves & stems
-1.5 cups of spinach
-1/2 tomato
-1 carrot
-1/2 apple
-1/2 avocado
-1/2 cup blueberries
-1/2 banana
-1/2 shot glass of flaxseed

She says this last ingredient is optional, I have them, so I’m going to use them.  Also, I’m adding a scoop of Sun Warrior protein powder.

According to My Fitness Pal, this makes a 553 calorie pre-bedtime snack.  At first I was concerned about that caloric intake before bed.  But I thought, well, how do my micro- and macro- nutrients compare before the smoothie and after?  Let’s take a look:

Macros before incorporation of smoothie:

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Macros after:

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Sure the sugar and fat went up, but so did the protein and fiber, hell, the fiber nearly doubled.  Let’s take a look at the micros:

Before:

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After:

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Yeah.  The smoothie stays.  If you looked closely you would have noticed my daily goals for each nutrient was different between today and yesterday.  That I’m sure is caused by the fact that I haven’t logged any exercise yet today (I took the day off the gym today because my hip flexor was killing me yesterday, and I want to run tomorrow, so I’m listening to my body and giving it a day of rest) so the app thinks I need less food to run on.  Those goals will change as I log activity at work today.  The caloric density of the smoothie is well within my daily maximum, so I’m pumped to try it tonight.

XOE

 

 

 

Ups & Downs

I was going to start my weights routine last night.  I worked an earlier shift than normal so I figured I’d come home and do the test for the exercises I outlined in my last post.

But I have this reoccurring strain in my wrist from an old work injury that started acting up last week.  It bothered me again yesterday, so I figured instead of making the injury worse, I would put off the weights until my wrist is better.  I iced it last night; it’s still sore this morning, but I have a chiropractor appointment next Thursday, so I’ll likely mention it to the doc then.  I’m going to wear a wrist wrap at work to give it a little extra support until I can get it looked at.

So instead of working out last night I ate a couple eggs on toast…and 1/4 of a box of Girl Scout cookies.  I saw those cookies again on the scale this morning:

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But a .4 lb. increase ain’t so bad.  I was going to take today off from the gym, but since I didn’t do weights last night and ate cookies instead, I decided to go.  I walked on the treadmill for an hour:

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My primary care doc told me, when doing cardio, to keep my heart rate between 93 and 153.  So I shot for around 100, since I wasn’t trying to push too hard on account of tomorrow being day 1 week 2 in Couch to 5K.  Since I’m a great big fat guy walking for an hour burns a lot of calories.  It’s the only good thing about being fat.  Right now minimal effort brings quite a lot of results.

XOE

 

Couch to 5K Week One

I completed the first week of the Couch to 5K program.  I’m proud of that tiny accomplishment because I have been fighting a bit of a head cold all week, and I still went to the gym three times, despite feeling crummy.  One of the days I walked to the gym in the pouring rain.  Normally both a slight illness and a downpour would have kept me home.  Not only did going to the gym not make the cold worse, but also I actually felt a little better after the exercise.

I earned these two meaningless badges from the app:

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I’m not too worried about my distance jogged, as each week I am jogging for longer periods of time.  For me, for now, I walk at 3.5, brisk walk at 3.7, and jog at 4.4.

I met up with my trainer friend yesterday, but we skipped the gym because I had a complicated situation at the comic book shop I checked out before I saw her (it’s not worth going into, and is just as nerdy as it sounds) which pushed our meeting time back, which barely gave me enough time to get to my chiropractor appointment after B & I had lunch.

But over lunch, I did pick her brain a bit and have come up with a weight routine.  B encouraged me to think of my jogging days as my recovery days from weights.  I hadn’t thought of it like that before, because I’m fat and at this point I need recovery time from getting off the couch too quickly.  But I see what she means.

So tomorrow I will do the initial day of 100 pushups, 50 pull-ups, 300 sit-ups300 squats, 150 dips, and a 30 day burpee challenge.  It works out perfectly that tomorrow is Saturday because each of these exercise sites suggest two days of rest after the initial test.  So I can do my body weight exercises Tu-Th-Sat and my jogging M-W-F.  Sunday will be my rest day.  I’ll likely just do some stretching to keep things loose.

Because I didn’t work out yesterday, and ate some garbage, my weight went up:

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But it remained under 190, so that pleases me.  Oh, and I’ve not really mentioned it, but the intermittent fasting I’ve been doing is pretty automatic at this point.  No eating before 1:30 pm and no eating after 10:30 pm.  I’m not sure how/if it’s helping, but I also think it’s too early to tell, so I’ll keep at it.

XOE

 

Steps Forward, Steps Back

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Had pizza and cookie again last night.  Gained .02 lbs. Buh.

But I went to the gym this morning and climbed exactly a thousand stairs exactly in 30 minutes.  I’m still not going to beat myself up about the pizza.  This is my process.  I am trying.

It’s interesting that the stair machine didn’t hurt my back, and I sweat like crazy, and my heart rate was in the 150s most of the 30 minutes I was at the gym but it didn’t feel hard.  I think the stair machine is going to make its way into my gym routine.  I burned more calories and exercised my heart more than just the treadmill walking, and stairs felt better on my back and hips.  Huh.  Who knew?  Probably lots of trainers and chiropractors.  But it’s news to me.

Yesterday when I got to work I felt like I wanted a little something sweet.  There happened to be cookies in the break room, as there is almost always something open to eat in the break room.  I thought, oh, this is great, I’ll just have one, since they’re sweet, but not a kind of cookie I actually like very much.  And it’s true: I did have only one cookie.

But instead of nipping my craving in the bud, I think it just whetted my appetite for more sweets.

For the rest of the day I had a piece of chocolate here, a chocolate covered almond there. I logged every bite on MFP calorie counter, and they were within my caloric allotment for the day.  But I wonder, did those indulgences fuel my pizza and cookie binge later in the day?  That pizza and cookie sure as shit weren’t within my allowed calories–I didn’t even bother logging them.

I still think there is some emotional or mental component to why I got the pizza that I’m not completely clear on.  I wasn’t very hungry, I just wanted to eat it because it tasted good.  I also wanted to stay up and watch some tv before I went to bed, another habit I’m trying to break.  It’s not that it’s not good for me, it’s just that when I watch tv I tend to want to snack.

I talked to my therapist about all this last week, and she recommended I make a list of things I can do for self care to replace the habit of self care with pizza.

Things to Do that Feel Good Instead of Eating Pizza at 11 PM 

  1. take an epsom salt bath
  2. eat some fruit
  3. jerk off
  4. do some yoga
  5. read a comic book
  6. post a blog entry about wanting, but not eating, pizza and cookie

That last one isn’t necessarily something that “feels good,” but it will keep me on the righteous path. Also, my therapist recommended I not stop eating pizza altogether, as it seems like a sure fire way to eat more pizza.  Instead of telling myself I can’t have pizza ever again, she recommends I tell myself I just can’t have pizza after work.  And I do like the idea of having it earlier in the day, on say my weekend, as a treat.  But even then I’ll have to make sure to expend more calories at the gym to burn off the pizza.  Oh pizza, you old troublemaker.

Wish me luck tonight!

XOE

 

A List of Things I Hate About Being Fat

Got pizza and a cookie last night because I had a thousand calorie deficit at the end of my work day so when I weighted myself this morning I was up a half pound.  Cool.

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I wonder if I will someday learn my lesson.  Or if this is it for me.  Just being a fat guy.  My biological father is a fat guy. Most white American dudes are fat guys.  Do I want to be most American white guys?  Nope.  OK.  Time for a pep talk:

SUCK IT UP SHITHEAD. THIS IS THE PROCESS.  STOP FUCKING AROUND AND STOP EATING PIZZA, DICK FOR BRAINS.

Ok. I feel better.  The lesson?  I can’t eat pizza and cookies and lose weight.  Fuck.  I’ve known that all along.  Welp, guess I really do have dick for brains.  Doesn’t mean I have to stay fat.  Tons of hot guys have dick for brains.  So Imma keep trying.

I went to the gym this morning, and I intend on eating my sammie and salad for my meals today, and having fruit, not pizza, when I come home.  The main reason I’ve failed in the past is because I’ve given up.  So this time I’m not giving up.  YOU HEAR ME PIZZA?!  I’M NOT QUITTING!

Let’s refocus by listing all the shitty things about being fat:

  1. My double chin touches my neck when I look down.
  2. The ingrown hair follicle on my inner thigh that is irritated because of the fat that pushes it against my other fat thigh and that I have to put a hot press on it at night because that shit hurts all day.
  3. I don’t look good in the mirror anymore.  I look like a short fat guy because I am a short fat guy.
  4. I snore. I didn’t used to.
  5. I can’t run. I mean, I can, for like a block and it’s painful.  I used to love running.
  6. When I bend over my belly touches my leg way before it used to. I kinda have to shift my fat to the side of my leg to reach the ground. Gross.
  7. My work shirts come unbuttoned because my fat is constantly trying to come out.
  8. I have to tuck in my shirts because if I leave them untucked I look super fat.  But tucked in makes me look like an assistant manager for a Gurnee Mills Outlet.
  9. I have persistent back/hip/knee/shin pain that I didn’t have when I wasn’t fat.
  10. I have high cholesterol that you’ve read me bitch about before.
  11. None of my sexy clothes fit, and I refuse to buy clothes now because I don’t like how I look in anything so getting dressed to leave the apartment sucks.  I have my fat guy shorts, and my fat guy pants, and a couple fat guy shirts.  I look like a suburban dad because I don’t deserve nice things until I lose some weight.
  12. When I stay in, I wear huge house shorts and no shirt.  I used to love being shirtless, but now when I’m shirtless my belly is starting to do the fat guy hang down thing.  It’s a mini hang down, but christ, that’s a lot of fat.  It’s like an episode of Cops in my studio.

That’s a good list.  I feel refocused.

XOE

Head Games

This morning’s weigh-in:

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Last post I wrote a little about how my mental state plays into the choices I make when it comes to food.  Let’s pull that notion apart a little.  THIS IS GONNA BE A BLAST.

It usually follows the same pattern: some negative emotion arises (for example, boredom, anxiousness, and sadness are my top repeat offenders, in order of most common) and the way I most commonly try to dissipate those emotions is with a routine.  The repetition is like a reassuring hug, it tells me, “you are in control.  Everything is going to be ok.  Everything is ok.”  Pizza after work soothes me.  A cookie after pizza soothes me.  It took me a long time to figure this out.  It took me gaining 50 lbs to look at my food habits and try to discern why I do what I do.

I always felt like I didn’t understand people who used food for comfort, but I thought that without spending any time investigating my own relationship with food. Let’s look at a case study from yesterday.  What a lucky boy I am that I fucked up my food habit that recently!

Yesterday I had a migraine, first in my life.  I went home from work with it after asking my boss if he had ever had a headache that messed with his vision.  It felt like I had new glasses, my perspective was all distorted, and I had this weird numbness traveling down my arm, up my neck & into my face.  That’s happened to me before; usually it coincides with a panic attack.  But this time it felt different.  Thankfully my boss let me go.

I was dog tired, despite having had a good night’s sleep the night before.  As soon as I got home I crawled into bed.  I slept for three hours straight.  When I woke up, I had my good lunch in the fridge that I didn’t eat at work–my salad I have every day.  But I was feeling weird and worried and still had a wee headache I was afraid was going to turn into something worse.  I was feeling anxious.  How do I solve that?  Repetition.  I self-soothe with food.  So I went to Whole Foods and bought a veggie sandwich.  Not bad, right? Yeah, not bad.

But I also bought a box of ice cream bars and ate the whole damn thing that night.

FUCK.

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But still, I went to the gym in the morning, and so the damage done by the ice cream wasn’t as bad as it could have been.  I fucked up with the ice cream, no doubt.  But I still went to the gym and I chose Whole Foods over pizza spot.  So I am making better choices.   I’m still in process.  I’m still changing my habits.  This is what the middle looks like between the rewarding before and after comparisons.

So how will I try to change this well worn habit of self-soothing with food?

I don’t know.

I could say I will replace my garbage food with healthy food, but that feels too vague to be effective.  I’ll still try it, though.  I think it’s all part of the process.  I think I have to talk to my therapist about this.  (She’s the appointment I have every Wednesday morning that I skip the gym for.  She’s been my therapist for almost ten years.  She’s awesome.  If you have the means, I highly suggest you find a therapist that works for you, and stick with them.)

I think I’ll have to replace the food with something I find just as comforting.  Maybe an activity. Meditation?  It helps me to calm down, but I can’t say I love it.  What I do love, surprisingly?  Going to the gym.  It’s only been a couple weeks and already I look forward to my time there. I don’t think I would have enjoyed it post-migrane, but who knows?  Maybe I’m wrong.  For now, I’m going to try using meditation and walks (at the Lake or at the gym) instead of food to comfort myself.  I’ll let you know how it goes, and what my therapist says about all this.

I know I’m getting better at noticing when I’m eating out of boredom, though.  And I’m better at noticing when I think I’m hungry but really I’m thirsty.  So there are victories here, imbedded in the setbacks.

XOE

Daddy’s First Fuck Up

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A screenshot from my scale this morning.  Obvi I went up by about a pound and a half.

And I know why. I had it in my schedule that I would skip the gym Wednesday mornings.  I have a standing weekly appointment at that time, and if I’m being realistic I won’t have time for the gym then, so why not avoid the unrealistic gym goal, and build in one day a week that I don’t go?  That seems reasonable.  So I didn’t go Wednesday morning. I went to work, and had my Potbelly’s for lunch and my salad for dinner.

Wednesday is my Friday, meaning I have Thursdays and Fridays off work every week.  I came home at the normal time that night, and I wasn’t hungry, like normal, and I had my fruit waiting for me at home, like normal.

But something happened in my brain in the span of getting off the train and walking down two flights of stairs to the street.  Without thinking, or rather, with a little weak justification and then no critical thinking about those justifications or my subsequent actions, I straightaway went into the pizza place across the street and got a slice and a cookie, my regular after work meal before that got me into this fat pickle in the first place.

And then I didn’t go to the gym Thursday.  Or Friday.  And I ate garbage too.  And I avoided this blog.  I basically laid on the couch and watched shitty tv and ate whatever the hell I wanted.

So let’s figure out what the fuck happened.

I made the following justifications that shoved me right the fuck off the wagon:

  1. It’s my weekend, I deserve some treats.
  2. I haven’t lost much weight yet, and I probably will fail this time like I’ve failed in the past when trying to lose weight so fuck it I’m going to eat an entire pint of ice cream because nothing matters.

And I avoided my goals by taking naps and watching tv.  What’s weird is that I enjoyed my mornings going to the gym*, and I felt better eating better.  I didn’t even really enjoy the pizza, and I felt bad for eating garbage I knew wasn’t good for me.

So what I think is happening is maybe a couple things:

  1.  Old habits die hard, and are going to take time to not only rewire my brain with a new habit, but also, and even before the rewiring takes place, I’m going to have to practice some serious awareness with actions that are so insidious they are nearly automatic.
  2. There is a lot of data out there about how our gut microbiome drives our food cravings, and I think my pizza and cookie microbes are strong, because I’ve been feeding them a lot for a long time, and that’s likely where my “automatic” drive to eat pizza and cookies comes from.

So what am I going to do in the future to try and beat back this bad behavior?

Next Wednesday, I will still skip the gym.  I think it’s good for me to have a rest day at this early stage.  And like I said, I can’t make it that morning b/c of a scheduling conflict anyway.  Also, it wasn’t a problem to eat well during the day.  I just fucked up when I came home after my work week and thought I deserved something for completing that task.  And my need for a reward wasn’t even very strong.  The biggest hurdle was that I wasn’t thinking about what I was doing.

I think the answer is to plan to write a blog post that night.  It will give me something to do and it will force me to use my brain and think about what I’m doing as well.  And if I need a treat, I will bring home some different fruit, so I’m staying within my good eating routine but still getting something special.  I love mango, so I will likely bring home some pre-cut mango slices from work, and destroy the whole container, guilt free, because even a whole container will be well within my calorie allotment.  I think the most important takeaway here is to stay the course.  I fucked up.  I will likely fuck up again.  I just can’t give up.

XOE


*I’m not going to lie and say I enjoyed the exercise, because that’s bullshit.  The exercise is hard because I’m fat and out of shape.  But I do enjoy how I feel after the exercise.  I like the shower and the blogging and the water drinking.  And the exercise isn’t as bad as I think it’s going to be when I’m rousing in bed before I go.

Food Fight

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I broke the 180s.  Down 1.2 lbs from yesterday.  That’s hot.  40 more days like yesterday and I’m at my target.

The above graphic is taken directly from my scale this morning.  I weight myself every morning, naked, post- (TMI WARNING FOR THE SQUEMISH…AVERT YOUR EYES NOW UNTIL THE NEXT PARAGRAPH) shit. I think this is the most realistic way to weigh myself.

Last time I wrote about my workout routine and generally what that entails.  Today I’m going to write about food: what I eat & when I eat.

A few months ago I read Penn Jillette’s book, Presto.  I was hoping  it would give me the kick in the ass I needed to start losing weight.  And it did play a role.  The thing that stuck with me the the bit about how he’s a drastic guy, and so he needed a drastic dietary change.  Most dietitians and trainers will tell you, generally, that drastic doesn’t work, won’t last.  I think they will also tell you the routine that will work is the one that’s right for you.  I think Penn just found what was right for him.

And so I have been spending a lot of time reading, and thinking, and failing, trying to figure out what’s right for me.  That’s all fine, it’s part of the process.  You failing?  That’s ok.  Keep trying.  You only really fail if you don’t try again.  Failing and trying again is just process. You trying to get healthier? Then you’re in process. I’m in process. Our lives are just process until we die.  Sound defeating?  I find comfort in that.  We’re all just trying.

But I digress. I’ll write more in another entry about the reading I did and the things I learned that are helping me now.  This entry is about food.

What I eat now:

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This is a screenshot taken directly from My Fitness Pal.  I prefer vegetarian meals. and I had that remarkably low cholesterol when I was vegetarian, so for now I’m sticking to vegetarian.  I’m not much of a cook, that is to say, I’m actually very capable in the kitchen, thanks to the women in my life, but I don’t enjoy cooking.  So for this weight loss to work, I have to be honest and acknowledge that, right now, I don’t enjoy cooking.  So I find pre-made, reasonably healthy alternatives.  Almost anything is better than pizza and ice cream.  You know what I also love? Hot sandwiches. So I eat Potbelly’s for lunch.  I love hummus.  I love onions.  I love red peppers.  Their Mediterranean sammie has all those and more.  And while it has feta on it, the amount they put on is much less than the six slices of cheese I would get on their other vegetarian option, the mushroom melt.  Sure, I could ask them to not put any cheese on at all, but I think that would be the fast track to failure.  I can adjust later.  For now, the cheese stays.

And I work at Trader Joe’s, so grabbing dinner there is easy.  I had a sandwich for lunch, so I have a salad for dinner.  Dinner’s closer to bedtime than lunch is, so I try to eat less bread later in the day (fewer simple carbs hanging out overnight, just begging to become a part of my waistline). The salad is good because it has quinoa in it, which will help raise my good cholesterol and lower the bad.  It also helps me feel fuller.  It’s got kale and cabbage and tomatoes, all super healthy.  But the best part is the cilantro and lime dressing, with some cotija cheese and roasted corn.  The dressing is the least healthy part, but the tastiest.  As I continue to eat better, my taste will continue to shift toward desiring healthier foods, but for now, just like the sandwich, this salad, dressing and all, is a much healthier option than pizza.

As for snacks, I love a decaf iced coffee with some soy milk added.  The milk is a little sweet, so it beats back my cravings for an entire chocolate cake.  I have some fruit every night when I get home, because I am a little peckish after work, and I don’t want to fuck up my day by going for pizza.  If I have the fruit to look forward to, it keeps me on track.  It also scratches that sweet itch.  The cookie?  Well, there’s always something open in the break room at work for us to share, and it’s a real struggle.  I love our sugar cookies.  So I ate one & logged it on MFP.  I didn’t eat 4, and I didn’t leave it off my tracker, so it’s still a win.

You might notice I don’t eat breakfast.  Through my research (mostly reading and podcast listening) I am persuaded by the weight loss results others have had with intermittent fasting.  Unfamiliar with IF? Go here for more info. Briefly, IF for me is the decision to not consume anything but water between my fruit when I get home at 11pm and my Potbelly lunch before work at 1:30 pm.  That’s 14 glorious hours of not eating!  Here you can find out about all the sick benefits of IF. And you will notice I am consuming the amount of calories myself and my doctor are comfortable with (i.e. I’m not starving myself), and because I dragged my ass to the gym yesterday morning and I’m fortunate in that I have an active job, I left plenty of calories on the table to run a good deficit.  Fuck yeah.

So for now that’s my routine: gym in the morning, blog post in the morning (both activities keep me from getting bored and confusing that boredom with hunger), sandwich for lunch, salad for dinner, coffee snack, fruit snack (and it has to be fresh fruit, nothing dried or artificially sweetened.  I want the fiber and water only fresh fruit can give me.), then bed.  I sleep about 9 hours, if you care to know that.  That’s what feels good for me.

Oh, and I drink around 100 ounces of water a day: 30 before work, 70 at work (I count the 16 oz. coffee with that because it’s decaffeinated) and another pint at home before bed.

Stop thinking about me in bed, you perverts.

XOE

 

Gym? Rats.

I wrote ever so briefly yesterday about my goal: 140 lbs.

That’s 50.6 lbs. to lose.*  I’m giving myself 5 months to lose it. Ten pounds a month sounds doable to me.  That’s 2.25/week, which by most doctors’ estimates is the upper limit of how much a person can reasonably expect to lose weekly and keep off.  Let’s start counting today: July 23rd.  In five months it will be December 23rd!  Huzzah!  Christmas Eve Eve I will be looking hot af for Jesus’ birthday. My gift to him will be rippling abs.

Let’s go over how I expect to do it.

My methods are not sexy or cool or cutting edge.  I’m looking down the barrel of a lot of leafy greens and hours spent on the elliptical.  I think losing weight is about routine.  Because gaining weight was a routine, too.  A routine is what got me where I am, right? Nightly pizza after work, weekends popping over to the ice cream spot. I’ve been eating like everyday is a 4th grader’s birthday party. How much does a 4th grader weigh? About 50 lbs I bet.  Carrying around this kid’s weight is not sustainable.  Not if I don’t want to end up some fat asshole on a rascal missing a foot.  Diabetes does run in my family.  So let’s forge a new future.

I have some tools I’ve been using that I think are going to be essential in getting off (heh-heh) and keeping off the weight:

-My Fitness Pal, which you can get here.  It’s a free calorie counter, and super easy to use. I used it once to lose weight, and it worked,** so I’m going back to it. It makes me conscious of what I’m putting in my mouth, and how many calories the junk really has in it.  If you try it out, don’t cheat, log EVERY SINGLE THING you put in your mouth.  MFP is the most useful when I’m completely honest with what I’m consuming.

-Fit Bit, the model I’m using can be found here. Or really any pedometer.  While the one that comes standard in your smart phone isn’t as accurate at counting expenditures as a Fit Bit, it will give you a good baseline of how many calories you’re burning daily.  The only way to lose weight is to eat fewer calories than you expend, so just make what’s going in smaller than what’s going out and you will be on the right track.

-Weight Gurus scale, find it here. I referred to my scale in the previous post, and wrote a little about what it can track.  I pair all three apps and they tell me all the things I need to know to lose weight: what I eat, how much I exercise, and my current weight (including my fat %). They are all synced so, for example, my Fit Bit tells My Fitness Pal how much I’m exercising, and I can adjust my calorie consumption accordingly.  But I choose not to take into account my exercise when it comes to calories eaten daily, and instead just count those extra burned calories in my deficit.  The point is to lose weight, not eat more just because I can.

At the gym, I do cardio, not weights, because my doctor told me I have high cholesterol, and that is a thing that was never, ever true about me.  I was a vegetarian for almost ten years, and was routinely told I had incredibly low cholesterol. My grandfather died of a heart attack, so that high cholesterol news scared the shit out of me. If you’re trying to lose weight, I suggest going to your doctor and asking them to be brutally honest with you.  Maybe you’ll get some horror show news that will scare the shit out of you, and light a fire under that ass, too.

So, cardio at the gym will lower my cholesterol and burn some calories and it’s good for my lungs, too.  And it’s good for lowering stress, too.  And it will help me sleep better at night while I’m worrying about my cholesterol.  Six days a week I do 30 minutes/daily, alternating between a fast walk on the treadmill to a steady pace on the elliptical.

Tomorrow let’s talk food: what am I eating and when am I doing it?

XOE

PS: My spacing after periods is all over the place.  You may have noticed, maybe you couldn’t give two shits less.  But I can’t figure out if I’m pro two spaces after or pro one space. I just wanted to acknowledge it so you didn’t think I was just some idiot who didn’t know he didn’t know how to properly type.


*I lost some weight between my last post and this post, which explains the discrepancy in weight from yesterday to today.  Hooray!
**But if I lost weight using MFP once and gained it back, am I sure using the app worked? Yeah. I am, because I stopped using it, and gained it all (and more) back. The complicated reasons for losing and gaining the weight will be discussed in a later post.