Tuesday, April 22, 2014
I have given myself the liberty to watch as much TV as I like; as long as itís at the gym, while Iím on the elliptical.
Last night, I watched for about an hour and twenty, and ran through two and a half 30 minute workout cycles. Usually, Iím only on the elliptical for half an hour and then Iím done.
Iím using my addiction to my benefit.
Tuesday, April 22, 2014
Last Saturday I weighed in at 185. I have followed my nutrition guide, stayed in my calories, Iíve even kicked up my workout routine.
And I gained two pounds.
My jeans are no loser, I donít see any difference in the mirror. Itís so depressing.
But tomorrow Iíll be weighed with a Body Fat % scale, so hopefully Iíve put on muscle to explain these two pounds.
Iím just tired of bouncing around. Iíve put in the work, now Iím ready to break past that 180 mark that is such a barrier for me.
Monday, April 21, 2014
Iím sick to death of food pushers. They are all very well meaning, but donít really care about or consider, your feelings.
My roommate is a huge junk food person. She literally carries Hershey kisses, Taffy candy, etc in her backpack with her everywhere she goes. She always has a box of cookies right next to her seat and her morning cereal is usually Fruity Pebbles or some other high sugar ďkidísĒ cereal. The other day she wanted to get a ďHealthier snackĒ so she bought a huge box of Fruit flavored gummy candies. (To top it off, the brat never moves off the couch and still has a 28Ē waist)
Anyway, from the moment the stores put up their Easter displays sheís been on me about my choice of Easter candy. To which I kept telling her that Iím not really an Easter Candy kind of person.
While I do indulge in a (that is ďaĒ, as in single) Cadbury Cream Egg, more out of tradition then taste, and I can consume an entire bag of Jelly Beans in one setting (which is why I donít buy them), there arenít really any Easter candies that I crave.
Especially Chocolate Bunnies. Even as a kid I hated chocolate bunnies. As an adult I donít really care for a block of chocolate; I prefer my chocolate with nuts or caramel, or something. And further, the chocolate they use for those bunnies really isnít great. If I want to waste calories on chocolate, Iíll get the GOOD chocolate.
So each time she asked, Iíd tell her that I donít like Easter Candy. I would tell her that if SHE wants the candy then she can go ahead and get it, for herself.
Then on Easter morning, Iím making a very healthy breakfast while washing some dishes and up she pops with, ďHappy Easter, I got you this pound of chocolate bunny!Ē
I realize this is typical behavior for her. Sheís on the immature side and excited to share. Sheís always buying ice cream, even though she doesnít really eat a lot of ice cream and itís one of my weaknesses. I realize she thinks sheís doing something wonderful for me and it makes her happy. So I find myself saying, ďHow can you really be mad at someone whoís so happy to share?Ē
On the other hand, I couldnít have made my feelings more clear. I told her, multiple times, ďI donít eat Easter Candy.Ē ďI donít really celebrate Easter.Ē ďEaster isnít a big deal for me.Ē ďI donít like the chocolate they use for the Easter bunnies.Ē Yet, she ignored me and my wishes.
So here I am stuck with this pound of cheap chocolate, that I donít want and her eager little face, looking expectantly at me, like a five year old. My soft heart and old world manners, forced me to say, ďThank you,Ē and accept the thing.
I even chopped the head and ďbottomĒ off it, and offered her a piece. (Note: I ended up with the backside, which I felt was rather poetic.) The rest of it has been setting on the counter with all the other Easter Candy sheís been lugging home for days.
I find it really frustrating that people just donít listen, and sheís not the only one. I had to tell my boss, that if she brought in Easter Candy, it was going into HER office, NOT seating on MY desk! I realize food, especially sweet foods, is a universal sign of friendship. But it feels, at least to me, like food pushing is more about the Pusherís feelings and desires rather than the Pusherís concern for the Push-ee. Itís kind of a misery loves company kind of situation. ďI donít want to eat the chocolate alone, so Iíll rope someone else into joining me and then I wonít feel so bad.Ē
And just as I write this, Iím eating my morning banana and the sticker on it is a monkey kissing an ice cream cone, saying, ďLove Ice Cream?? Turn me into a Yonanas!Ē
I hate food pushers.
Saturday, April 19, 2014
I biked an hour to Tumamoc Hill, hiked it in less then an hour, biked back, stopped at the grocery store, shopped, and then PUSHED my bike, loaded with my groceries (which included 4 twelve packs of diet soda), as well as a backpack that contained two watermelons among other things, all the way home.
According to the fitness track I nearly achieved a 3,000 calories burned in one afternoon (I think it's shorting me a little ).
I am giving myself the right to slack off the rest of the day.
Friday, April 18, 2014
Day seven with no TV. While my TV may not be entirely dead, I havenít check it since the water damage, Iím running with the idea that it is beyond repair, and have left it unplugged.
Iíll admit that at first I kept going over to watch TV, just mindlessly following my routine. But more and more Iíve been gravitating to other things.
The toughest part has been during dinner. I know you arenít supposed to watch TV while eating, but it was such a common routine for me, that I still find myself reaching for the remote as soon as my dinner is ready.
I noticed an ad on my computer for a season of The Big Bang, and thought about buying it, before reminding myself that the TV is dead, so no DVDs.
Granted, Iím still far too addicted to my computer. In the past I would have the TV on, while fiddling with my computer; so I wasnít paying much attention to either one. But Iíve been using my computer more and more for music.
The funny thing is there are times when I really donít notice when its quiet. When I first get home, Iím busy doing other things, so it doesnít occur to me that there is no noise going on.
I also find that Iím tidier and more energetic now that the TV is dead. I notice messes and disorganization more and it doesnít feel as much like a chore or burden to get up and do something about it.
I keep coming up with things to do, because, ďWhy not; itís not like I have something else to soak up all of my time.Ē
This weekend I'm going to the Zoo, which I've been meaning to do for about two years now. (they have a new elephant enclosure).
Plus, there's the park near my house with the cool swings, Why not be a kid again?
Also there's that leather working class every Saturday that I always seem to miss.
And if it rains today, that means there will be water in the streams on the hiking trails, which is really cool.
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