...the last excercise for this week, that is. Tomorrow I leave for the Capital City, first thing in the morning, and then off Slightly North to pick MrPicky up Saturday night!
Gym was good, my arms definitely feel like I worked them out yesterday.
I forgot to do my situps this morning, was too busy with everything else, and before I knew it was time for the gym.
I did 20 on the elliptical, then my usual situps, then 20 on the treadmill.
I got a blister on my foot, my sock was kind of funny (yes, yes, take that literally if you will. The other sock was rolling on the floor in hysterics)... Well, now it has a couple of days to heal. Will wear other socks next time. Ones that aren't funny at all. Will find my entertainment elsewhere.
Thursday, August 18, 2005
Wednesday, August 17, 2005
And again! I'm on a roll!
Just a quickie update.
Went to the gym early, as to avoid any disappointments with chatting. And? Of course today MrPicky's not in the computer lab early. My luck.
Did 20 on elliptical, 20 on treadmill like yesterday. Legs are a little sore, but nothing I can't live with.
In between I did triceps today. Poor things have been trying to make themselves invisible, but as they have not succeeded, they must be aided (or punished, depends on your point of view).
Three different machines, all aimed at the suckers. We'll see how that's going to pan out tomorrow.
Well, now it's just me, my aching legs and my Double Gulp of water (ooh, I feel so white trash just writing it). Bad choice, considering my arms feel like cooked spaghetti. Besides, I need two hands just to lift the damn thing.
Must put hyper-big straws on the shopping list. I wonder if they even make those?
Went to the gym early, as to avoid any disappointments with chatting. And? Of course today MrPicky's not in the computer lab early. My luck.
Did 20 on elliptical, 20 on treadmill like yesterday. Legs are a little sore, but nothing I can't live with.
In between I did triceps today. Poor things have been trying to make themselves invisible, but as they have not succeeded, they must be aided (or punished, depends on your point of view).
Three different machines, all aimed at the suckers. We'll see how that's going to pan out tomorrow.
Well, now it's just me, my aching legs and my Double Gulp of water (ooh, I feel so white trash just writing it). Bad choice, considering my arms feel like cooked spaghetti. Besides, I need two hands just to lift the damn thing.
Must put hyper-big straws on the shopping list. I wonder if they even make those?
Sunshine, sore abs and sifting through stuff
Well, Wednesday's here.
I woke up with relatively sore abs (sore enough to remind me of what a good girl I was yesterday), and a great deal of energy to start going through useless crap to take to the fleamarket. Not only do we need the space, we also need the money, what with my unemployment and all, so that's two birds with one stone!
I did my abs as I was supposed to, I was able to do all 4 sets despite a slight grumbling from my abs, to the effect of "hey, didn't you do this yesterday?" I also rooted through my clothes in the closet and basement, separated the clothes into 'wash', 'iron' and 'ready for sale' piles. Fortunately the latter turned out to be the largest pile. Am now waiting for Clonky the Washing machine to finish its cycle. So I'm pretty much set on that front, all I need now is a fleamarket table. Much to my dismay I learned that there's a freaking 2 week queue for tables at the fleamarket! Jesus sheepfucking christ do people want to get rid of their stuff!
Now I don't know where to store all those bags of stuff... Can't really put them in the basement, as it took me quite a bit of convincing to get the musty smell off them, and putting them right back would just get me right back where I started.
Hmm... Oh well, I'm sure I'll figure something out.
So yeah. Haven't even started on my scarf yet! It's a partly sunny day for a change, so I'm not really in a knitting mood anyway, and there's all this stuff to go through! There's a lot of other, non-clothing junk in the basement, but I think I'll wait for MrPicky to get back and we can go through it together (YAY, does it feel great to be able to talk about things we'll do, as opposed to just chatting online..3 nights to go.
Will head out to the gym at some point, hopefully today it WON'T be right when MrPicky would be able to talk... it happened yesterday, and last week as well! I'll try to go earlier than yesterday to minimize chances of that happening.
Don't really know whether today'll be treadmill or elliptical day, maybe I'll just do both like yesterday. Although if my legs are still sore, the elliptical would probably be a safer, better bet. Will keep all of my billions of readers posted.
(I do wander if anybody actually reads my blog... it's a strange experience having one online, all kinds of personal stories available to the great public, but within the confines of an anonymous blog, just another drop in the ocean.)
I woke up with relatively sore abs (sore enough to remind me of what a good girl I was yesterday), and a great deal of energy to start going through useless crap to take to the fleamarket. Not only do we need the space, we also need the money, what with my unemployment and all, so that's two birds with one stone!
I did my abs as I was supposed to, I was able to do all 4 sets despite a slight grumbling from my abs, to the effect of "hey, didn't you do this yesterday?" I also rooted through my clothes in the closet and basement, separated the clothes into 'wash', 'iron' and 'ready for sale' piles. Fortunately the latter turned out to be the largest pile. Am now waiting for Clonky the Washing machine to finish its cycle. So I'm pretty much set on that front, all I need now is a fleamarket table. Much to my dismay I learned that there's a freaking 2 week queue for tables at the fleamarket! Jesus sheepfucking christ do people want to get rid of their stuff!
Now I don't know where to store all those bags of stuff... Can't really put them in the basement, as it took me quite a bit of convincing to get the musty smell off them, and putting them right back would just get me right back where I started.
Hmm... Oh well, I'm sure I'll figure something out.
So yeah. Haven't even started on my scarf yet! It's a partly sunny day for a change, so I'm not really in a knitting mood anyway, and there's all this stuff to go through! There's a lot of other, non-clothing junk in the basement, but I think I'll wait for MrPicky to get back and we can go through it together (YAY, does it feel great to be able to talk about things we'll do, as opposed to just chatting online..3 nights to go.
Will head out to the gym at some point, hopefully today it WON'T be right when MrPicky would be able to talk... it happened yesterday, and last week as well! I'll try to go earlier than yesterday to minimize chances of that happening.
Don't really know whether today'll be treadmill or elliptical day, maybe I'll just do both like yesterday. Although if my legs are still sore, the elliptical would probably be a safer, better bet. Will keep all of my billions of readers posted.
(I do wander if anybody actually reads my blog... it's a strange experience having one online, all kinds of personal stories available to the great public, but within the confines of an anonymous blog, just another drop in the ocean.)
Tuesday, August 16, 2005
Well, well.
And there I was, complaining all morning.
Well, I went to the center, and I don't know if it was buying knitting wool and cat food (octagenerian, anyone?), but I felt like going to the gym today. As in really wanted to go, as opposed to dragging myself there.
20min on the elliptical went extremely well, and I came to the conclusion that taking a couple of days off was definitely beneficial. I then proceeded to my situps (4x30 and 2x35)--on top of having done 4x50 this morning--and those went well too. I was lying there after my situps trying to regain strength to head to the treadmill for torture part 2 of the day, when I felt it. Yes, it.
The inner battle resulted in me having to say this, if squeamish, avert your gaze for the next line.
The whole thing turned into a bloody mess. My thingie started right then and there, no forewarning (or maybe I've just gotten used to the cramps this past week, and situps are never completely painless anyway). I dashed to the ladies' (or more like did the penguin-wobble) and remedied the situation with handtowels, enough to let me do my treadmill. Or well, 15 minutes. Then it was go or flow (bad pun day today, apparently).
But, the moral of the story, I went, through thick and thin, blood, sweat and all.
I should probably stop before any squeamish readers go salute the porcelain god.
Hopefully the cramps won't return tomorrow. Although my legs are really sore (right below knees, on the inside), so I'm not sure if I'll be able to manage anyway. Kind of scary they're this sore, they were sore before I went, and it HAS been a couple of days since I last went! Well, I'm sure it'll pass.
The cats are taking over the computer, so I guess all I have left is the knitting. And yes, I'm only 26. Deal with it. I knit.
(but I'll have one hell of a scarf come fall proper!)
Well, I went to the center, and I don't know if it was buying knitting wool and cat food (octagenerian, anyone?), but I felt like going to the gym today. As in really wanted to go, as opposed to dragging myself there.
20min on the elliptical went extremely well, and I came to the conclusion that taking a couple of days off was definitely beneficial. I then proceeded to my situps (4x30 and 2x35)--on top of having done 4x50 this morning--and those went well too. I was lying there after my situps trying to regain strength to head to the treadmill for torture part 2 of the day, when I felt it. Yes, it.
The inner battle resulted in me having to say this, if squeamish, avert your gaze for the next line.
The whole thing turned into a bloody mess. My thingie started right then and there, no forewarning (or maybe I've just gotten used to the cramps this past week, and situps are never completely painless anyway). I dashed to the ladies' (or more like did the penguin-wobble) and remedied the situation with handtowels, enough to let me do my treadmill. Or well, 15 minutes. Then it was go or flow (bad pun day today, apparently).
But, the moral of the story, I went, through thick and thin, blood, sweat and all.
I should probably stop before any squeamish readers go salute the porcelain god.
Hopefully the cramps won't return tomorrow. Although my legs are really sore (right below knees, on the inside), so I'm not sure if I'll be able to manage anyway. Kind of scary they're this sore, they were sore before I went, and it HAS been a couple of days since I last went! Well, I'm sure it'll pass.
The cats are taking over the computer, so I guess all I have left is the knitting. And yes, I'm only 26. Deal with it. I knit.
(but I'll have one hell of a scarf come fall proper!)
The Blah Update
Well, what can I say. Yes, it's been almost a week since my last update, but the past week has been so crappy and below any bar imaginable (although bars were definitely involved), there hasn't been much point in updating.
Sounds like excuses? Maybe, but it's still true.
You see, not only have I been battling the womanly curse, I'm battling it twice. Lesson to learn here, don't postpone your thingie if you use the ring. Yes, it doesn't come that one time, but then you get the perk of getting it twice within two weeks. Yes, that's two PMSs, two bloating-up-feeling-like-a-beached-whale sessions.
That and having had two hangover days to boot this week very effectively took care of any proper excercising I could've otherwise gotten done.
The grand total? Situps almost every day, except for those two horrible hangover days (kill with fire), and a few measly half-hearted attempts at the gym.
There's really not much point doing measurements today, especially since I'm as bloated as all hell (courtesy of looming thingie #2).
It's odd that I've been able to do situps, though. Usually my tummy says NOOOOOOOOOOOO to any form of excercise while preparing for and enduring the ominous thingie. I guess I can handle crunches, but not the up-and-down movement from the treadmill/elliptical.
I've also been sleeping like shit lately, and all these things combined haven't made me a very happy bunny (apart from the one that hates everything).
Well, there's always next week. Although this week will mostly be consumed by suffering the aforementioned curse, but after that I'm sure the proverbial sun will shine. Not much hope for the real thing.
I will update more regularly this week though, if only to state my misery and abject fear of turning into a beached whale.
Oh, and my shoulder (remember that?) is still sore.
Humpf.
Sounds like excuses? Maybe, but it's still true.
You see, not only have I been battling the womanly curse, I'm battling it twice. Lesson to learn here, don't postpone your thingie if you use the ring. Yes, it doesn't come that one time, but then you get the perk of getting it twice within two weeks. Yes, that's two PMSs, two bloating-up-feeling-like-a-beached-whale sessions.
That and having had two hangover days to boot this week very effectively took care of any proper excercising I could've otherwise gotten done.
The grand total? Situps almost every day, except for those two horrible hangover days (kill with fire), and a few measly half-hearted attempts at the gym.
There's really not much point doing measurements today, especially since I'm as bloated as all hell (courtesy of looming thingie #2).
It's odd that I've been able to do situps, though. Usually my tummy says NOOOOOOOOOOOO to any form of excercise while preparing for and enduring the ominous thingie. I guess I can handle crunches, but not the up-and-down movement from the treadmill/elliptical.
I've also been sleeping like shit lately, and all these things combined haven't made me a very happy bunny (apart from the one that hates everything).
Well, there's always next week. Although this week will mostly be consumed by suffering the aforementioned curse, but after that I'm sure the proverbial sun will shine. Not much hope for the real thing.
I will update more regularly this week though, if only to state my misery and abject fear of turning into a beached whale.
Oh, and my shoulder (remember that?) is still sore.
Humpf.
Wednesday, August 10, 2005
Summer's gone bye-bye. Mourning.
Well, summer seems to have made a quick exit.
Yesterday's storm was really rough, apparently train lines were down and lots of trees have fallen. My neighbor's roof started leaking. A passenger helicopter traveling from Tallinn to Helsinki crashed into the sea in Tallinn. So yeah, proper autumn storm.
Excercise-wise yesterday was a complete disaster, too. My slow waking-up process turned into a full-blown hangover in the afternoon, so even thinking of working out was out of the question. Instead of feeling guilty, I decided to feel pleased that I was able to take a day's break from working out (oh, so essential). Well, able and able; I wasn't really able to do anything at all.
Today is a new day, however, and after situps I am now ready for the gym. Well, not quite yet. I'll go in the evening today, as there is no chance of any outdoor excercising in the evening whatsoever. Hopefully I won't get that in the form of our skylights busting in... then I'd get my outdoor excercise right in the bedroom trying to fix the roof!
Annywey, I'm a bit upset about the unexpected arrival of fall. I actually had to put on socks and a sweater today, something I haven't done since Iceland! Well, I have, to go outdoors or to work out (never try without socks..), but you know what I mean.
This also seriously fucks up my excercising plan--outdoor activities are kind of out of the question when water is hurling down at bucket-throwing speed. Well, I'll come up with something I'm sure.
On the bright side (yes, there always is one), I managed to pimp my blog yesterday, a great feat for an almost html-illiterate person. I am still basking in the glory.
Yesterday's storm was really rough, apparently train lines were down and lots of trees have fallen. My neighbor's roof started leaking. A passenger helicopter traveling from Tallinn to Helsinki crashed into the sea in Tallinn. So yeah, proper autumn storm.
Excercise-wise yesterday was a complete disaster, too. My slow waking-up process turned into a full-blown hangover in the afternoon, so even thinking of working out was out of the question. Instead of feeling guilty, I decided to feel pleased that I was able to take a day's break from working out (oh, so essential). Well, able and able; I wasn't really able to do anything at all.
Today is a new day, however, and after situps I am now ready for the gym. Well, not quite yet. I'll go in the evening today, as there is no chance of any outdoor excercising in the evening whatsoever. Hopefully I won't get that in the form of our skylights busting in... then I'd get my outdoor excercise right in the bedroom trying to fix the roof!
Annywey, I'm a bit upset about the unexpected arrival of fall. I actually had to put on socks and a sweater today, something I haven't done since Iceland! Well, I have, to go outdoors or to work out (never try without socks..), but you know what I mean.
This also seriously fucks up my excercising plan--outdoor activities are kind of out of the question when water is hurling down at bucket-throwing speed. Well, I'll come up with something I'm sure.
On the bright side (yes, there always is one), I managed to pimp my blog yesterday, a great feat for an almost html-illiterate person. I am still basking in the glory.
Tuesday, August 09, 2005
One week later...
Well, here I am, one week later and half a kilo lighter. It was nice to lose at least that, but I was very pleasantly surprised by the change in measurements! I hope that keeps up, only hopefully I'll start showing some improvement in my arms as well.
Last night I dashed to the gym, and despite the muggy air (approaching thunderstorm), feeling tired (due to aforementioned thunderstorm) and having made plans to go out for a girls' night with the neighbors (running out of time), I did my bit.
The treadmill felt heavier than ever, and I think the weather had something to do with it. Also I pushed the incline up to 2, and now I'm not sure where I've had it before. But I will keep it on 2, it's a lot better on my ankles and knees than flat or almost flat.
10 minutes into my first round a guy gets on the adjacent treadmill. After a minute or so, he starts to sweat. Sweat is fine, natural that it is, but HANGOVER sweat is not. I swear I could smell the stale alcohol and a late night kebab snack wafting from his pores. That made the last 10 minutes almost unbearable. People should really stay away from the gym when hungover, not only for health reasons but for the sake of others. I will keep this in mind if I ever (in a moment of insanity) consider working out when hung over.
Today seems to be a sluggish day. The storm is still looming, and the air is so pregnant with the approaching thunder that it feels suffocating. I haven't done my morning stuff yet (oh, and it's yoga day--that'll be a killer in this heat!) but will get to it sooner or later. Possibly later, as after having had 3 ciders on an empty stomach last night (light cider, few calories, so no worries there) I'm taking my time to wake up properly (well, I've been up for 5 hours but still).
I'm interested to see what results this coming week will bring, as I will now be excercising daily, as opposed to the 3 days last week. It would be nice to double the results from last week! Oh well, I'll work out and see. It is a nice change to the spring to actually SEE results, as I spent 14 weeks counting points and excercising daily and where did I end up? 2 kilos heavier and a few centimetres wider. It must have been the stress of the job, I can't really think of any other reason for it.
Last night I dashed to the gym, and despite the muggy air (approaching thunderstorm), feeling tired (due to aforementioned thunderstorm) and having made plans to go out for a girls' night with the neighbors (running out of time), I did my bit.
The treadmill felt heavier than ever, and I think the weather had something to do with it. Also I pushed the incline up to 2, and now I'm not sure where I've had it before. But I will keep it on 2, it's a lot better on my ankles and knees than flat or almost flat.
10 minutes into my first round a guy gets on the adjacent treadmill. After a minute or so, he starts to sweat. Sweat is fine, natural that it is, but HANGOVER sweat is not. I swear I could smell the stale alcohol and a late night kebab snack wafting from his pores. That made the last 10 minutes almost unbearable. People should really stay away from the gym when hungover, not only for health reasons but for the sake of others. I will keep this in mind if I ever (in a moment of insanity) consider working out when hung over.
Today seems to be a sluggish day. The storm is still looming, and the air is so pregnant with the approaching thunder that it feels suffocating. I haven't done my morning stuff yet (oh, and it's yoga day--that'll be a killer in this heat!) but will get to it sooner or later. Possibly later, as after having had 3 ciders on an empty stomach last night (light cider, few calories, so no worries there) I'm taking my time to wake up properly (well, I've been up for 5 hours but still).
I'm interested to see what results this coming week will bring, as I will now be excercising daily, as opposed to the 3 days last week. It would be nice to double the results from last week! Oh well, I'll work out and see. It is a nice change to the spring to actually SEE results, as I spent 14 weeks counting points and excercising daily and where did I end up? 2 kilos heavier and a few centimetres wider. It must have been the stress of the job, I can't really think of any other reason for it.
Stats - Week 1
Stats................Change from previous week.......Change total
Weight...73.5..........-0.5kg.....................................-0.5kg
Waist.....80 cm........-2 cm......................................-2cm
Hip........103 cm......-2 cm......................................-2cm
Thigh.....60 cm.......-1 cm......................................-1 cm
Arm.......31 cm.........0 cm........................................0 cm
Weight...73.5..........-0.5kg.....................................-0.5kg
Waist.....80 cm........-2 cm......................................-2cm
Hip........103 cm......-2 cm......................................-2cm
Thigh.....60 cm.......-1 cm......................................-1 cm
Arm.......31 cm.........0 cm........................................0 cm
Monday, August 08, 2005
Monday musings
Well, 6 days into my first week things are going OK. Just OK, because I've spent 4 days total in the Capital City, and therefore haven't been able to excercise fully.
I did my situps this morning like the good girl that I am, and noticed that I pulled a back muscle at some point this week--it hurt a bit on Friday, and I thought I'd just slept funny (I'm a very funny person when it comes to anything but comedy), but it's still there. I'm sure it'll pass, maybe it just needs a bit of excercise and no driving! Driving a whopping total of 12 hrs in 5 days is anything but fun, especially on the back and behind.
Today's an exceptionally bleak rainy day, and it looks like my evening jog will be replaced by indoor activities of some kind--although I'm supposed to spend the day cleaning and preening the house, as we have another showing tonight at 6.30. I guess that counts as excercise.
I'm not really looking forward to going to the gym today, but of course I'll go. It's just that it's very straining (but that's the whole point!) and I'm not much of a masochist. Fortunately the treadmill is merciless, and I will get my run whether I like it or not.
Somebody on WT noted that I should make sure I get my heart rate up on the treadmill/elliptical. No worries there, I'm more concerned with passing out on the damned thing than about being too laxed! It's strange how I'm very disciplined when it comes to excercising and eating. If only I could expand that to the rest of my life! MrPicky will vouch how I could use a bit of discipline when it comes to cleaning and doing the laundry. Speaking of which, I actually have a legitimate reason to postpone doing laundry until tonight: I can't very well have clothes drying when people come see the house now can I?! Yesh.
Today will be a treadmill + arms day. It's interesting how both the treadmill and the elliptical have their pros and cons:
the treadmill is torture on my ankles and knees, but time flies when I'm on it (well, not exactly, but time doesn't slow down to a crawl). The elliptical is easy on the ankles and knees, but it seems to exist in a time warp of some kind, where 20 minutes takes 2 hours. Hmm... Well, at least I'm not tempted to swap one for the other when I'm supposed to be on one or the other.
We'll see if I'll be able to do arms properly, what with my shoulder acting up. I'll give it a go, and then maybe do something else. I left my water bottle on my dad's boat, and I will have to cope with an average run-of-the-mill bottle today, as opposed to my fancy .75l workout bottle. I'm sure I'll survive somehow.
Tomorrow is Weigh Day #1. I took a sneak peak on the scale this morning, and I've lost 0.5kg. Not bad, and I wasn't really expecting more, what with only being able to excercise 3 days last week. We'll see if there's any change in measurements tomorrow, I'm not expecting any change after the first week, but next week there better be some results or else!
Well, MrCat has decided to take a nap on the keyboard and typing is getting tough, so I better move on and let him nap (there is no messing with cats' naps).
I did my situps this morning like the good girl that I am, and noticed that I pulled a back muscle at some point this week--it hurt a bit on Friday, and I thought I'd just slept funny (I'm a very funny person when it comes to anything but comedy), but it's still there. I'm sure it'll pass, maybe it just needs a bit of excercise and no driving! Driving a whopping total of 12 hrs in 5 days is anything but fun, especially on the back and behind.
Today's an exceptionally bleak rainy day, and it looks like my evening jog will be replaced by indoor activities of some kind--although I'm supposed to spend the day cleaning and preening the house, as we have another showing tonight at 6.30. I guess that counts as excercise.
I'm not really looking forward to going to the gym today, but of course I'll go. It's just that it's very straining (but that's the whole point!) and I'm not much of a masochist. Fortunately the treadmill is merciless, and I will get my run whether I like it or not.
Somebody on WT noted that I should make sure I get my heart rate up on the treadmill/elliptical. No worries there, I'm more concerned with passing out on the damned thing than about being too laxed! It's strange how I'm very disciplined when it comes to excercising and eating. If only I could expand that to the rest of my life! MrPicky will vouch how I could use a bit of discipline when it comes to cleaning and doing the laundry. Speaking of which, I actually have a legitimate reason to postpone doing laundry until tonight: I can't very well have clothes drying when people come see the house now can I?! Yesh.
Today will be a treadmill + arms day. It's interesting how both the treadmill and the elliptical have their pros and cons:
the treadmill is torture on my ankles and knees, but time flies when I'm on it (well, not exactly, but time doesn't slow down to a crawl). The elliptical is easy on the ankles and knees, but it seems to exist in a time warp of some kind, where 20 minutes takes 2 hours. Hmm... Well, at least I'm not tempted to swap one for the other when I'm supposed to be on one or the other.
We'll see if I'll be able to do arms properly, what with my shoulder acting up. I'll give it a go, and then maybe do something else. I left my water bottle on my dad's boat, and I will have to cope with an average run-of-the-mill bottle today, as opposed to my fancy .75l workout bottle. I'm sure I'll survive somehow.
Tomorrow is Weigh Day #1. I took a sneak peak on the scale this morning, and I've lost 0.5kg. Not bad, and I wasn't really expecting more, what with only being able to excercise 3 days last week. We'll see if there's any change in measurements tomorrow, I'm not expecting any change after the first week, but next week there better be some results or else!
Well, MrCat has decided to take a nap on the keyboard and typing is getting tough, so I better move on and let him nap (there is no messing with cats' naps).
Friday, August 05, 2005
Stats - Week 0 (Starting point)
Well, I might as well keep track of my stats on a weekly basis.
Here's the starting measurements:
Tuesday August 2nd:
Weight: 74kg
Waist: 82 cm
Hips (widest possible): 106 cm
Thigh (widest possible): 61 cm
Arm (widest possible): 31 cm.
Obviously I'm not expecting too much especially with arms and thighs, but it would be nice to get rid of quite a few centimeters around the waist and hips!
Here's the starting measurements:
Tuesday August 2nd:
Weight: 74kg
Waist: 82 cm
Hips (widest possible): 106 cm
Thigh (widest possible): 61 cm
Arm (widest possible): 31 cm.
Obviously I'm not expecting too much especially with arms and thighs, but it would be nice to get rid of quite a few centimeters around the waist and hips!
Perspiring for a Lighter Future - A Cunning Plan
As the kilos aren't going to go the way of the Dodo bird while I watch ER on TV, I have deviced a cunning plan to expedite their departure (and besides, ER is on a break here).
Rigorous excercising and healthy eating are going to ensue.
I went to the gym Tuesday night (right after MrPicky left) and did 20 + 20 min on the elliptical, and 20 min of situps.
Wednesday morning (before leaving for the Capital City Down South) I clawed at the door to my gym for 25 minutes before they opened, and then did 20 + 20 min on the treadmill (I was about to type dreadmill there, how's that for a Freudian slip?) and assorted other excercises.
Yesterday went without a hint of excercise, unless anybody counts driving for 4 hours as excercise...well, ass excercise maybe.
Today I have to run errands all over town; I'll get a nice bit of excercise from that, and then it's off to the gym tonight. Tomorrow I'm going back to the CCDS, and will return Sunday night. I doubt I'll get any excercising done, but we'll see.
On Sunday (or Monday, depending how the boat-thing pans out), I will enter my clockwork regime:
Day 1
Morning - situps (4X50?)
Day - Gym (20+20 on treadmill, arms in between)
Evening - Rollerblading/Jogging/Cycling depending on how I feel and how the weather cooperates
Day 2
Morning - Astanga yoga for 1.5hrs
Day - Gym (20+20 on elliptical, situps in between)
Evening - Rollerblading/Jogging/Cycling depending on how I feel and how the weather cooperates
Day 3
Morning - situps (4x50?)
Day - Gym (20+20 on treadmill, midsection in between)
Evening - same old, same old.
Day4
Morning - Astanga yoga for 1.5hrs
Day - Gym (20 + 20 on elliptical, situps in between)
Evening - would you like to guess at this point?
So there. I plan on using that as my blueprint, and just repeating over and over again. Should work for me, although I have a feeling that once MrPicky returns, evening excercising will start to include tennis, swimming and other things--which is great, as that will break the monotony.
And now that I have announced my cunning plan to the universe, I'm going to have to stick to it to avoid being publically humiliated.
I will keep you posted.
Rigorous excercising and healthy eating are going to ensue.
I went to the gym Tuesday night (right after MrPicky left) and did 20 + 20 min on the elliptical, and 20 min of situps.
Wednesday morning (before leaving for the Capital City Down South) I clawed at the door to my gym for 25 minutes before they opened, and then did 20 + 20 min on the treadmill (I was about to type dreadmill there, how's that for a Freudian slip?) and assorted other excercises.
Yesterday went without a hint of excercise, unless anybody counts driving for 4 hours as excercise...well, ass excercise maybe.
Today I have to run errands all over town; I'll get a nice bit of excercise from that, and then it's off to the gym tonight. Tomorrow I'm going back to the CCDS, and will return Sunday night. I doubt I'll get any excercising done, but we'll see.
On Sunday (or Monday, depending how the boat-thing pans out), I will enter my clockwork regime:
Day 1
Morning - situps (4X50?)
Day - Gym (20+20 on treadmill, arms in between)
Evening - Rollerblading/Jogging/Cycling depending on how I feel and how the weather cooperates
Day 2
Morning - Astanga yoga for 1.5hrs
Day - Gym (20+20 on elliptical, situps in between)
Evening - Rollerblading/Jogging/Cycling depending on how I feel and how the weather cooperates
Day 3
Morning - situps (4x50?)
Day - Gym (20+20 on treadmill, midsection in between)
Evening - same old, same old.
Day4
Morning - Astanga yoga for 1.5hrs
Day - Gym (20 + 20 on elliptical, situps in between)
Evening - would you like to guess at this point?
So there. I plan on using that as my blueprint, and just repeating over and over again. Should work for me, although I have a feeling that once MrPicky returns, evening excercising will start to include tennis, swimming and other things--which is great, as that will break the monotony.
And now that I have announced my cunning plan to the universe, I'm going to have to stick to it to avoid being publically humiliated.
I will keep you posted.
Wednesday, August 03, 2005
Enter Pickychick
I never thought I'd start a blog. Or rather, I thought I'd never start a blog. Yet here I am, a stumbling novice to the world of blogging.
Why am I starting a blog?
I thought it would be fun to try something new. This is definitely something new. I'm still quite unsure as to how to go about things--whether I should keep all personal information private, including pictures, or whether I should post pics as well.
Hmm... I'm sure I'll figure it out one of these days.
Who am I?
Well, I think that for privacy reasons I shall just be known as Pickychick on this blog (you may also call me paranoid..).
I live Up North with MrPicky and Mr & MsCat in a city known from here on as The City. My dad lives in the Capital City down south with creaky StepMonster. Well, she's not a monster but she creaks. When she talks, I mean. I do have other relatives, but the treatment I got and the lack of support when my mother passed away froze my already cooling feelings towards them. Permafrost, anyone?
MrPicky is originally from Four Countries Over, and we have been living Up North for 3 years. Next year we are moving back to where we met, Rainy Country.
What's going on with me?
Well, my latest year-long job just ended, and I'm into my 3rd day of official unemployment. It's a strange feeling, as I've always been either a student or employed. In a way it's exciting, but of course finding a jobby job wouldn't hurt. Also becoming a statistic as a recently graduated person with an MA who's now unemployed is kind of strange.
For now I'm happy to have time to work out AND have a bit of money trickling in. Why do I have to have so much time to work out? Well, you see I lost shitloads of weight a couple of winters back. It was all thanks to still being a student, having to walk to classes and then having a very physical job on the side. Last August I got to my all-time thinnest, and I weighed 67kg. I would say it's been downhill from there, but does the image of going down a hill really suit gaining weight? I think not. Anyway, I got a new job last August, which in addition to being a 50min commute away was very ambitious and required overtime and created quite a bit of stress. I tried to excercise (and for the most part did manage to excercise 5-6 days a week) and stick to a healthy diet (which with less excercise was still too much but I was too exhausted to be able to fix it).
Result?
A year later I have gone up to 74kg (as of yesterday). 7kg in a year, without throwing myself on the lazy-fastfoodmunching wagon. Holy shit. I'm hesitant to venture a guess as to what would've happened had I thrown excercising to the wind and spent the year on the couch indulging in munchies.
This brings us to today.
As I am now fully unemployed, I have time to excercise full-time. Which I am going to do. MrPicky (as I shall lovingly refer to my significant other) started a 3-week course a couple of countries over yesterday, so I will have 3 weeks (almost) to myself to kickstart my new regime. The aim will be to get down to 62kg (not in 3 weeks, though).
The method will be rigorous excercising without crossing over to obsession-land, and eating healthy (again, without going overboard).
How will this work out? We shall see.
Why am I starting a blog?
I thought it would be fun to try something new. This is definitely something new. I'm still quite unsure as to how to go about things--whether I should keep all personal information private, including pictures, or whether I should post pics as well.
Hmm... I'm sure I'll figure it out one of these days.
Who am I?
Well, I think that for privacy reasons I shall just be known as Pickychick on this blog (you may also call me paranoid..).
I live Up North with MrPicky and Mr & MsCat in a city known from here on as The City. My dad lives in the Capital City down south with creaky StepMonster. Well, she's not a monster but she creaks. When she talks, I mean. I do have other relatives, but the treatment I got and the lack of support when my mother passed away froze my already cooling feelings towards them. Permafrost, anyone?
MrPicky is originally from Four Countries Over, and we have been living Up North for 3 years. Next year we are moving back to where we met, Rainy Country.
What's going on with me?
Well, my latest year-long job just ended, and I'm into my 3rd day of official unemployment. It's a strange feeling, as I've always been either a student or employed. In a way it's exciting, but of course finding a jobby job wouldn't hurt. Also becoming a statistic as a recently graduated person with an MA who's now unemployed is kind of strange.
For now I'm happy to have time to work out AND have a bit of money trickling in. Why do I have to have so much time to work out? Well, you see I lost shitloads of weight a couple of winters back. It was all thanks to still being a student, having to walk to classes and then having a very physical job on the side. Last August I got to my all-time thinnest, and I weighed 67kg. I would say it's been downhill from there, but does the image of going down a hill really suit gaining weight? I think not. Anyway, I got a new job last August, which in addition to being a 50min commute away was very ambitious and required overtime and created quite a bit of stress. I tried to excercise (and for the most part did manage to excercise 5-6 days a week) and stick to a healthy diet (which with less excercise was still too much but I was too exhausted to be able to fix it).
Result?
A year later I have gone up to 74kg (as of yesterday). 7kg in a year, without throwing myself on the lazy-fastfoodmunching wagon. Holy shit. I'm hesitant to venture a guess as to what would've happened had I thrown excercising to the wind and spent the year on the couch indulging in munchies.
This brings us to today.
As I am now fully unemployed, I have time to excercise full-time. Which I am going to do. MrPicky (as I shall lovingly refer to my significant other) started a 3-week course a couple of countries over yesterday, so I will have 3 weeks (almost) to myself to kickstart my new regime. The aim will be to get down to 62kg (not in 3 weeks, though).
The method will be rigorous excercising without crossing over to obsession-land, and eating healthy (again, without going overboard).
How will this work out? We shall see.
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