I haven't been posting much here because to be honest, I've been absolutely frustrated with the way I swelled up as of 9/10 and pretty much stayed somewhere between 312-313 for two weeks. I can tell it's water weight because of the way my feet look and the way my gut goes drum-tight -- and as far as my doctor can tell it's hormone-related because my body doesn't really want to be and apart from a Lasix IV there's not a damned thing I can do about it. I can cut out the salt, drink water all day long, chug minerals meant to balance my electrolytes, take OTC diuretics (and enjoy the racing heart and panic attacks that come with those), and nothing fucking works. Needless to say, it's a bit fucking discouraging, and while I know I should woman up and keep posting, to be honest the weight gain was just humiliating. It would be nice to say I just trained on through it, but to be honest it's extraordinarily uncomfortable when I swell up like that, which makes it hard to work out. I still got to the gym, just not every day, and not as enthusiastically as I would have liked.
The swelling going down now, which is good. I have no idea why, but it's going down. And today's Cheat Day, so I indulged with a Five Guys burger -- go me. And now, off to the gym.
WEIGHT: 310.4 pounds
FOOD FOR THE DAY: a single patty Five Guys burger, 3/4 of a regular order of fries, 1 Weight Watchers toffee crunch ice cream bar, 1 PB sandwich, 1 cup carb controlled yogurt.
As it was a con, and it's pointless to do anything but be at the con. But today, it's back to normal with a nice workout at the gym (a woman was on the bike, so I hopped on one of the ellipticals, which kicked my ass but good)
FOOD FOR THE DAY: 2 peanut butter sandwiches, 2 servings of organic guacamole corn chips, 1 avocado roll, 1 spider roll, 2 pieces each of cooked egg and cooked shrimp, 1 order of lemon chicken, 3 forkfuls of steamed rice, 4 spoonfuls of egg drop soup, a handful of grapes, one slice of pizza.
Why am I allergic to being a female? My period comes, and I load up enough water to survive a trek across the Sahara. My fertile period shows up, and I swell like a balloon. You do not want to know what my feet look like right now. I swear to God I was supposed to be a guy, and something went seriously wrong along the way...
FOOD FOR THE DAY: 2 slices of sugar-free whole wheat bread, 2 tbs of hummus, Thai chicken wrap, 1 sm cup cucumber/tomato salad, 1 lg cup fruit salad, sweet and sour shrimp/chicken, noodles, egg drop soup, sesame chicken, barbecue chicken, 1 chicken roll, 1 sm cup tapioca, 2 almond cookies, 1 liver sausage sandwich.
Writing is good, but it does bloat me like nobody's business. And so, back to the gym tonight for weights and 30 minutes on the bike.
FOOD FOR THE DAY: 2 tortillas with hummus, 1 Thai chicken wrap, one small cucumber/tomato salad, one large fruit cup, 1 Weight Watchers ice cream bar, 1 liversausage sandwich, 2 servings of Stacy's garlic & parmesan pita chips.
I've gotten sucked into fiction creation this week in a big bad way, so I've been bad about posting (and going to the gym, to be honest -- that has to stop tomorrow). I did try to swim tonight, but the pool water was freaking cold. I'll probably need to start turning on the heater for an hour in the evenings, now.
Interestingly, the aversion to fast food seems to be continuing -- we had a horrendous rainstorm yesterday so I didn't feel like leaving the building for lunch, and when I got down to the cafeteria I could smell hamburgers, so I thought I'd try one.
Um...no. Blech. Mediocre meat, wilted produce, overtoasted bun. Even the fries were just kind of nasty. Today I had my usual chicken Thai wrap with a small cucumber/tomato/onion salad and large fruit cup for dessert, which was much better. Mind you, I still adore Five Guys hamburgers and fries, so I think it's not so much a growing distaste for burgers and fries as it is for *mediocre* burgers and fries. Which is not a bad thing, if you think about it.
I think I'm doing sushi for lunch tomorrow.
FOOD FOR THE DAY: 2 SB meal bars, one chicken Thai wrap, a small cup of cucumber/tomato salad, a large cup of cut fruit, 1 peanut butter sandwich, 1 oz. of Hotch chili con queso popcorn, 1 sugar free strawberry Jello cup.
And as soon as I'm sure this kind of weather is going to last, I'm taking the bike in for an overhaul and getting it out on the bike paths. Woohoo!
More weights last night in addition to 30 minutes on the bike, and I made a discovery -- this whole eating healthily lark has pretty much ruined fast food for me. I was absolutely starving yesterday morning and didn't have time to wait for something cooked, so I grabbed a bag of Doritos to add to my bagel. And they were horribly salty, with an unpleasantly dry, cardboardy consistency and just generally yucky. Last night, I was hungry after my workout so I figured what the hell, I'll grab a medium serving of french fries from Burger King when I get my treat Diet Coke (yeah, yeah, I know -- I still want it, so suck it). And the fries tasted moderately rancid, overly salted once again and generally cruddy.
The hell? Am I going vegetarian next?
FOOD FOR YESTERDAY: 1 poppy seed bagel with regular cream cheese, 1 sm bag Doritos, 1 avocado roll, 1 spider roll, 2 pcs cooked shrimp sushi, 2 pcs cooked egg sushi, 2 Weight Watchers ice cream bars, 1 peanut butter sandwich, 1 small portion of fries, 1 cup sugar free jello.
FOOD FOR THIS DAY: A variety of sushi (Osaka), half a medium bag of popcorn (the movies, shared with Lyndon), grilled whitefish with lump crabmeat and hollandaise sauce, a handful of french fries (Ralph and Kacoo's), 1 Weight Watchers toffee ice cream bar.
Added the weights back in last night, and I can feel it this morning. On the one hand, doing weights is a good thing for me because it builds yummy, yummy muscle tissue and makes me stronger in every way.
On the other hand, I would gladly kill for a Vicodin and three extra hours of sleep this morning. Having this weird allergy issue isn't helping with that, either -- waking up coughing at least twice a night kinda screws with your REM sleep. It's also affecting my eating habits -- still haven't started back on the fast food, but I've been tempted a number of times since last weekend so it's time to nip that particular temptation in the bud. Tonight -- a good, solid food shop is in my future.
FOOD FOR THE DAY: 1 SB meal bar, one thai chicken wrap, one small cup of cucumber/onion salad, one large cup of cut-up fruit, 1 Weight Watchers ice cream bar, 3 pieces of sugar-free walnut bread, 1 peanut butter sandwich.
During which I got moderately better, went to Armadillocon, ate stuff that wasn't the best in the world for me (but I did work out in the hotel gym on Friday night, so go me), came home and launched into writing a short story and trying to handle my allergies. And as of tonight, I'm back in the gym on a regular basis, whee!
FOOD FOR THE DAY: 2 Weight Watchers toffee ice cream bars, 1 breadstick, 1 bowl of zuppa toscana, 1 individual 8" pizza, 1 peanut butter sandwich, 1 chocolate and PB protein shake.
Heya. I'm a science fiction writer descended from a people who bred women capable of pulling a plow in case they had to eat the ox during a bad winter (or the Tsar's men burned the crops again). In other words, I'm genetically programmed to be one muscular babe.
Not exercising those muscles while sitting on my ass for umpteen years produced a number of short stories and novels; it also produced a wide ass. Hence, my attempt to reduce said ass in size through weightlifting and reasonable eating, with the occasional lapse due to something truly yummy.
Oh, and I swear a lot. Yay!
"I lost 20 pounds...How? I drank bear piss and took up fencing. How the fuck you think, son? I exercised." -- www.shitmydadsays.com