No, I'm not dead

Monday, January 4, 2010

And yes, I know I haven't been posting anything recently, mainly because there hasn't been much change in weight -- I'm still at the 15 pound loss, which is great, but I was hoping for a bit more over two months. Then again, I also wrote 3/4 of a book in November, and December was taken up with trips, getting ready for the holidays, and then spending two weeks slammed with a king god hell killer cold (this is what happens when you spend 3.5 hours in a tubular aluminum germ culture dish. Personally, I blame Stacy and Jeffrey, but I digress).

And now it is January, 2010, and I will be getting back on the diet and exercise horse with a vengeance. I won't make this a resolution because it's far too easy to break those, plus this has got to be more of a life change than just something to do for a couple of months. Tomorrow night I'm back at the gym, and I have to figure out some kind of aerobic activity that doesn't kill my bursitis. As for the diet, got to do some work on that, but bringing little minipacks of cottage cheese to work so that I can have something in the afternoon that stops me from being hungry after work and stopping off at McDonald's or Wendy's is a good thing.

Anyway, onward!

Okay, ow...

Sunday, November 8, 2009

Apparently I can now straight-leg deadlift your average small actress, as I was working with two 50b dumbbells last night. Of course, my lower back, butt and thigh muscles are screaming at me this morning, but it's still progress. Once I get up to 60 lb dumbbells, I can straight-leg deadlift your average AVERAGE actress.

Also dropped another pound, so make that a total of 15 pounds lost since all this started. Granted, it's a little slower than I would have liked, but it's still downward movement, which is good. I find that getting off my ass and doing things like cleaning this pit really does make a difference, tra la.

This is just weird

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Apparently those commercials warning about the bloating effects of the stress hormone cortisol were actually telling the truth. Last week, I was pretty much tied in knots as I tried to finish a room box before I had to head back to LA (the full story is here). Worked out, ate within my calorie limit, did all the things I was supposed to do.

Did I drop any weight? Hell no. Did I look like I was 9 months pregnant? Hell yes. So I come home from a spectacular weekend and relax, eat whatever I want from Sunday night to this moment, and somehow three pounds disappear and I can see my toes again. Damn you, cortisol!

And it continues

Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Dropped another two pounds since my last post (yay!), but it should have been more by now (boo). However, I've also been slacking off on the nutrition, which explains much -- exercise is great, but you really need to eat good, healthy stuff as well if you want to make headway, and this has been one hella stressful month (the Crimson Tide didn't even make an appearance, and it's been showing up like clockwork for quite a while now). Things have finally calmed down some, so hopefully I can get back to seven hours of sleep a night and eating lots of protein, fruits and veggies.

In other news, had the toofers cleaned today -- apparently I haven't been slacking off that much on the flossing (the dentist told me to step it up, but didn't give me the Lecture(TM) I got at my last cleaning), and I'm going back in a couple of weeks to get fitted for Opalescence whitening trays. It's the first step in Project Let's Improve Mellie's Smile -- next is having the remaining three wisdom teeth yanked sometime in November, then in January I'm going in and getting Invisaligns, and if I have to finance the fuckers I will -- I'm tired of waiting to get my teeth straightened. Once everything is straight and white, I get Lumineers for the chipped front two upper teeth, and I will have my perfect smile, huzzah!

Tired

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Tired tired tired. I'm glad today's my rest day, because I really need a nap (had one hell of a time getting to bed last night -- stupid brain) and I think the bod needs a bit of a chance to kick back and do some necessary repairs. I did hit the gym last night, but I just wanted to pass out afterwards and couldn't because I had to go to Whole Foods and get food for the Boyz (because, you know, they're poor starving kittens and will just DIE if their food bowl goes empty for more than an hour).

The weight bounced up two pounds this morning, but that's not surprising -- I ate like a wild thing yesterday, plus I consumed a hella amount of sugar (trapped at my desk making changes to an executive training deck). Judging from the squishiness on my legs, the weight is just water, no biggie. And yet I was happy with how I looked this morning -- go figure.

Make that 14 pounds

Saturday, September 5, 2009

I was going to post and say that I've lost 12 pounds as of the beginning of July, but then I got on the scale this morning. Granted, I also slept late so that had something to do with it, but STILL.

14 pounds. Not a lot, compared to everything I still have to lose, but it's more than just a drop in the bucket. And the changes over the last two months have been significant:

• I can now do a butt-to-the-heels squat. Not with any weight, mind you, but I've got plenty of built-in weight as it is so I'm not worried about that.
• I went shopping at Fashion Bug last week to get some clothes for the LA trip. They have a proprietary size system for their jeans, so I automatically grabbed the largest size and tried them on. I swam in them. Went down a size, tried those on -- still too big. Went down ANOTHER size, and finally found the ones that fit just right. Weelah!
• Muscle definition. I'm developing a rather nice set of traps, my deltoids are shyly making an appearance, and my forearms and calves are turning into things of muscled beauty. I have nice amounts of muscle growing in my thighs and upper arms, too -- they're just not as easy to see because of the padding. But if I make a muscle, man, you can feel it. As for the trunk, there's just so much padding there that it's hard to tell, but I THINK I'm making inroads -- I can do 60 ab crunches, and back hyperextensions are getting easier and easier.
• Last night, I hit Legacy Books for some more research material, and jogged up the stairs to the Mezzanine. I've been going up stairs MUCH more easily these days (going down still hurts because of my Achilles bursitis, but I figure that will improve eventually).
• I looked at the videocast I made from my first trip to LA, and then at the second one, and my face is noticeably slimmer in the second vcast. Hu-fucking-zzah!

So, this whole thing is actually working out rather well. I'm losing the weight slowly, which is frustrating but healthy, I'm not hungry, I'm getting stronger every day, and I need smaller clothes. This, my friends, is what would be called "all good."

This plateau...is cracked

Sunday, August 23, 2009

It helps if you imagine me saying that in a Zelda Rabinowitz-like voice. Anyway, got on the scale this morning and I dipped a whole .8 of a pound below the lowest I've been since I started working out, so I take it to mean that I've leveled off to some degree on the muscle mass gain. I'll get more, of course, but I think I've pretty much stopped evenly trading off fat pounds for muscle pounds, which is good because it means I have a significant amount of energy-hungry muscle tissue now.

I'm boring you, aren't I? Never mind -- it's all good. And it probably helped that I spent most of yesterday disimpacting my office and reorganizing my closet, because I was on my feet and sweating for a good 6 hours or so, plus I now have a lovely office in which to work.

Next up -- the upstairs bathroom, and I think I'm gonna vacuum the stairs and wash the bedding. And write. And practice my viola. And work on some graphics for the day job. And work out with Stretch at 9 tonight. *blink*blink* This IS the weekend, right?