13 posts tagged “my body for life run”
Well, here we go. Starting a new body for life run today. And I suppose I should start with...
It's been a long, long time since I was under 250 pounds. I don't think I've lost a lot of muscle - I've been working out intermittently over the last few months, but I haven't been anywhere near as regular about it as I probably should have been. If I was doing the Actual Body for Life thing, I'd be putting up a picture of myself in a bathing suit. I'm not sure I want to do that. :p But I suppose if we're going to be authentic about it, I'll probably have to do it, so you may want to avert your eyes later today.
Just sayin'
It's been a freaky busy month. Work all day, then to Barbri night classes. Out the door at 7:30 am, back after 9:30. Every day. Through the rest of June.
Not that I'm complaining. Barbri is helping, and I think this is it. Third time's the charm, right? That's what I'm thinking.
Last night, I had a rare night off, so I got to call home and talk to my Dad. Who challenged me to a weight loss contest. I've got to lose as much weight as possible between now and my birthday, Aug 13. He's got until his birthday, the 11th. We'll see who wins. (Would hitting the GNC for that "alli" stuff be cheating? Probably? Yeah. But it's not like there's actual, factual rules for this... Hmmm...)
So, we'll see what happens. I'll weigh myself tomorrow, and it'll kick off my next Body for Life Run. I made it through six weeks last time? It's a twelve week program, and I'm hoping that I can stick it out this time. Wish me luck!
No, it's not just one of my favorite songs by Asian Kung-Fu Generation. (Final opening theme to Full Metal Alchemist).
Nope. I'm re-starting the Body for Life run. Took a picture today (which I won't post, thank you very much). Lost a little ground - my scale said 249 this morning, which puts me just shy of 260 actual. Here goes nothing.
So, Claire was baptized a week ago Sunday. Since then...
Had a good visit with my parents...
Had my 10 year wedding anniversary. (Yay us!)
Grandpa caught the stomach flu. As did everyone else. Except me.
But Grandpa was a special case because it played havoc with his diabetic medication, causing his blood sugar to crash. Causing the paramedics to come out at 2:30 AM on Wednesday morning. And again at 7:30.
Yesterday, we had freezing rain most of the day, prompting most everyone in my office to declare that they were working from home. After a brief meeting, I likewise declared victory and quit the field to work from home.
Which I did until about 7:00 last night, when I had to take Grandma to the emergency room, because half of her face was swelling up. Swollen spit gland the (not great bedside manner) doctor told us. I asked if we should fill the prescription on the way home. And Grandma said we'd do it in the morning. And I found that my lack of diligence at diet and exercise hasn't done too much damage. I weighed in yesterday a little over 245. Which, considering my scale, puts me somewhere around 255.
This morning, I found my car encased in a 1/4" thick ice cocoon. And the pharmacy was closing in an hour. And I still have to get 9 hours of work in. Chiseled (literally - with a screwdriver) the edges of the doors free of the ice, then turned the car on and let it run for 30 minutes. During which time it rolled about ten feet back down the road because my parking brake apparently needs adjustment.
Made it to Albertson's for Grandma's prescription, as well as kitty litter, dry cat food, and wet cat food (the essentials), as well as some milk and an Odwalla bar. (Because I'm addicted. Okay? I said it. Chocowalla. Mmmmmmm.) And when we got back I took a few more pictures. Here they are.
Stay Warm!
Well, that two weeks just flew by.
The holidays have been bad for the diet. And we had to bring all the plants into the garage so there's no place to exercise. :p So I haven't weighed myself, and tomorrow, I re-launch! Whoo! Six more weeks, I figure. My pants (the new ones) are falling off me still, so I'm not too worried. And I did pretty well on week six. Week seven we won't talk about.
In other news, I found this video that everyone has seen before.
Despite the crazy weekend, down at least three pounds. I first got on the scale (my crazy, possessed scale), and it showed me at 245. Then I got back on, and it said 250. After getting off and on and re-adjusting and getting off and on and more re-adjusting, I seem to be pretty consistent at 247. So, that's where I'm calling it for this weekend. Looking at myself in profile, I can't tell too much of a difference, but I can definitely see that my face is skinnier. I figure I'm losing weight all over the body, but there's just more of it in my gut than anyplace else.
No weight loss to report this week. Hmmm.... maybe this is the plateau. Of course, this weekend I went a little nuts. Got back on the horse as of Sunday. Muscle tone (and size) in my arms is still improving, and we'll see what happens this week. 1/3 of the way through.My
I'm a day or two late this week, but here's the report.
I seem to have hit a plateau on the weight loss. Part of that may be due to Thanksgiving. Part of that may be due to my not exactly following the diet exactly. Part of that may be due to the demons currently possessing my old spring-type scale. Seriously thinking about replacing that with a nice electronic one with big numbers - no muss, no fuss, just a big, easy to read, no-fudging the numbers display. (UPDATE: reviewing your last update is a good idea before reporting. Apparently last week I was at 252-253, and my scale this morning had me at 250 even, so add ten for the nature of the scale, and that puts me at 260, for a loss of ten pounds in three weeks - not too bad, and I'll probably see more this week). Having said that, there are some things that have happened within the last few weeks that are encouraging as far as progress.
First, we went clothes shopping. Now, I'm not optimistic about being anything less than a XXL as far as the shirt size goes for at least two reasons. First of all, I'm about 6'3'', depending on what convenience store I'm leaving at the time. (Yes, not my joke. Everyone around me somehow seems to insist that I'm 6'4''). Second, I'm not a fan of tight clothing. So, it's got to have some room, and it's got to be pretty big in the first place. But my pants haven't been fitting well lately, so we bought some new ones. At which point I discovered that I've dropped two inches on my waist size. 1 new pair of pants, and 1 new belt, just in case I lose more inches around there.
Second, my wife is noticing a difference in my muscle tone and she says my gut (henceforth referred to as "Junior") is getting smaller. That's very encouraging for a variety of reasons.
Third, this morning I carried my seven-year-old daughter from her room to my room, something that has been difficult in the past, but which I was able to do pretty easily today.
Finally, it's been getting easier and easier to work out. I'm able to go longer on the Nordic Track, and I'm going to start adding an extra "round" to that every day. As of today, I'm upping the weight I use when working with dumbbells. In particular, my shoulders (which I have noticed have historically been the weakest part of my body) seemed to be able to handle the extra weight without too much strain.
So, depending on my scale, as of right now I'm right at 250 (which is probably closer to 260, because my scale weighs me low), and I'm anticipating a good loss this week. At least, I hope so. I've got family coming down at the end of the month, and I want to impress them. I keep reminding myself that it's a matter of taking baby steps - that all of the change isn't going to happen at once, and that's a good thing to remember for all kinds of changes you want to make in life. And it's a little more encouraging than "You won't get Bruce Lee results without Bruce Lee effort."
Okay. It's hard for me to tell what's happened this week. I think my scale is going wonky. Earlier this week, I was sure I had lost five more pounds.
Then we had Thanksgiving.
So I've for sure lost 2-3 pounds. I'm down a total of eight pounds in two weeks. With Thursday being the free day, that means I've got eight days from that to the next free day, unless I decide to take an early one on Friday depending on what the company brings in for breakfast that day - I have a very difficult time resisting the allure of the dreaded kolache. Of course, that assumes I'll still be working where I am on Friday, so as far as that goes, I guess I'm a bit of an optimist. I missed one day of exercise, so the next day I did both an aerobic workout and upper body weight training. Of course, the day I missed was Wednesday, and the day I made it up was Thursday, so I was working out with what felt like a bowling ball in my gut.
I'm anticipating bigger losses next week, with no nationally licensed turkey/potato/sweet potato/pie - 2 pieces consumption day. But like I was saying yesterday, this is the time to do it. While a lot of people are eating, and will feel guilty about it, and will make a new year's resolution to lose weight, I'll be hitting New Year's about halfway through the 12 weeks of Body for Life. My wife says that she's seeing results. My legs in particular feel different. I've exercised my upper body off and on all year, but the only exercise my legs and lower body had gotten has been lugging my carcass around, and occasionally hopping on the NordicTrack (c). I'm feeling better, I've got more energy, and things are looking pretty good. Wish me luck!
Okay - at the weigh in today, I was at 253. Add ten for the nature of the scale, and that means a 263. A seven pound drop - not bad for the first week. I can't say that I've been perfect, but overall I've been pretty good. And it's odd to me how the body drops pounds AFTER a free day. So I may see another big drop over the next couple days, as today was my free day. (Dew. Precious, Precious Dew! - and Pizza!)
And not that I feel deprived. Yesterday, my wife went on a girl's night out with her best friend, and my daughter was at a friend's birthday party, so I was left to my own devices. So I went to the Texas Land & Cattle Co. Steakhouse, and had a steakhouse salad. Mmmmm.
My legs aren't sore any more. And just in time, as tonight's another weight training session with them. My quads will thank me eventually, I hope. (And maybe my wife will too?) I suppose I need to take a picture before I get any further.
