Wednesday, July 30, 2014
Still alternating days of strength and cardio, 50 minute sessions each. Tracking everything, trying to stay healthy.
Lost a couple of pounds the first week, gained it right back.
Discouraged, depressed, and tired.
Saturday, July 05, 2014
So I had jumped back in to the fitness thing with both feet. I was doing well, counting calories, drinking water, staying consistent. Then Monday happened.
The Dude was outside barbecuing turkey brats, and we were getting ready to sit down to a nice dinner. a really strong storm blew in and knocked the power out. The storm only lasted for a few minutes. The Dude finished barbecuing, and we ate dinner in the dark. The power didn't come back on, so I set my phone's alarm to get me up in the morning. Another storm, this one stronger and very scary, blew in at 10:30. Afterwar5ds, I heard lots of utility trucks running, so I figured that Com Ed was sending out crews to get the juice back on.
In the morning, still no power. I left early for work, desperate for a cup of coffee. I went down the street to the 7-11. No power. No power at the Subway, either. So I cut across town to go the the McDonald's taking side streets to avoid the construction. There were a few twigs and leaves on the streets, but nothing noteworthy. When I got to the McD's, it seemed like the whole town was there (McD's must have their own generators). I really wanted the coffee, so I got in the drive thru lane and inched along. While I was in the line, my boss called and said that the school didn't have power and summer school was cancelled for the day.
Since I was already in line, I stayed and got my coffee, then turned on to the main drag to head back home. I was in for a shock. Trees were down everywhere. Houses were smashed. No traffic signals, no power anywhere. That's when I realized that the storm had done some real damage, and that the trucks I heard in the wee hours were tree-clearing crews and not the electric company.
It was bad. Half a million homes in the south suburbs of Chicago were without power. Lots of storm damage. Turns out that 8 tornadoes had touched down between northern Illinois and northwest Indiana. My power didn't come on until Thursday morning. I lost all the food in the fridge (about 200 bucks worth of meat, produce and condiments) and 600 bucks worth of summer school revenue. No damage to my property, though...that was a relief.
Needless to say, my whole world had been thrown off. I didn't exercise. We ate at restaurants (ugh) since we didn't have much in the ways of canned food...I had just gone shopping Sunday night and everything I bought was whole food that I had put in the fridge.
I got myself back on track this morning with 45 minutes of cardio and some weights. I'm going to mow the lawn in a little bit, so that will burn some calories as well. I feel like I'm starting all over again, missing five days of my routine like that.
Thursday, June 26, 2014
I have exercised every day so far this week, alternating weights and cardio. The scale says I lost two pounds, but I'm suspecting that it might just be water...I'm trying to remember my 8 glasses a day, and my kidneys seem to be in overdrive. For the first couple of days, my muscles were screaming in pain, but that's slowly fading. I feel like I'm actually having a harder time with the cardio days, even though I'm exercising for less time than the weight days. I can't wait until my endurance increases and I'm not gasping for breath at the end of the workout. I'm really tired afterwards, too.
Sunday, June 22, 2014
I fell off the healthy lifestyle wagon last October. I haven't exercised, tracked my nutrition, or stepped on a scale in almost a year. Why? Medication issues, job stress, and laziness. I've been overloaded and depressed, and the scale wasn't moving at all, so I kind of lost heart. Slowly, the chips and pizza and bread started creeping back into my diet...and the scale has been creeping back up as well.
School's out for the summer, after a long year and a particularly harsh winter. (Well, I'm teaching summer school, but it's not nearly the amount of stress that the regular year brings. I'm done by noon every day.) So it's time to get back to working on my goals. I'm not happy being out of shape, dumpy and easily winded.
I dusted off the Jillian Michaels DVD this morning. Good lord. What was a moderate workout last summer damned near killed me today. Dripping sweat, gasping...it's amazing how much progress I've lost in a year. I know that I have difficulty losing weight, but I am determined to drop at least ten pounds by the time school is back in session. So here's to day one, and new beginnings...
Tuesday, October 22, 2013
I kind of dropped off the SP radar for a bit. Work was getting hectic, and my fatigue level has gone a little crazy. I have been taking half the trazodone every night, and it seems to be working so far. I'm still having trouble sleeping, but that has more to do with the significant other than with medication/insomnia issues.
This morning I got on the scale and noticed that I had (finally) lost my sixth pound. Now I'm back in the 140's (barely, but I'm there). I like progress. I doubt that I will hit my goal of 143 by the end of October, but for me, just having numbers go down at all is a good thing.
I'm struggling with a few things, though...
Calories: I'm way under my minimum every day, and I bet that's impeding the weight loss a bit. I have no appetite at all.
Water: I'm having trouble getting anywhere near 8 glasses a day, and that's related to the appetite thing. I'm having a hard time just ingesting anything.
Exercise: I'm still getting in a mile or two almost every day, but it's hard. I'm so fatigued all the time. I find myself sitting and zoning out a lot more.
Mood: being on a milder antidepressant means that my depression symptoms are...huge. I tear up a lot. My motivation to do anything is gone. My commute to work in the morning has been difficult because often I start crying when I'm about halfway to the school. Pretty soon my coworkers aren't going to buy the "must be my allergies" excuse for why I'm coming in with bloodshot eyes and a Rudolph nose every morning.
The mood thing is not all related to the medication change. That has a lot to do with the significant other as well. I wish the job market was easier for him to navigate, and there's only so much I can do to help. It's sooo frustrating.
But I'm hanging in there....
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