Oh, dear Lord

Friday, May 30, 2008

Four straight hours of cleaning my office, the foyer, the kitchen and living room. Considering that I was drenched in sweat at the end of it, that's got to count for SOMETHING in the way of exercising, right? Especially since my feet felt like they wanted to explode and my bad Achilles tendon was screaming for mercy. Good thing we finally got our medical insurance cards -- now I can go in to the doctor and get that checked out.

Oh, and I was down another pound this morning. Like I said, it's all good and I'm happy, but I really do need to avoid obsessing about it.

No, I'm not dead

Thursday, May 29, 2008

And I have been walking, although not that regularly -- however, I HAVE been busting a move cleaning the joint in preparation for an incoming houseguest, so Mellie has been exercising.

I'm also freaking out the tiniest bit, because I've lost 3 pounds over the last three days. This is freaking me out because I KNOW from past experience that this is when I sabotage myself by thinking, "Okay, how can we increase this? What can I do to make it go even faster? Should I reduce my calories even more? Drink gallons of water? WHAT?" I really, REALLY need to stop that particular line of thinking, because it usually explodes in my face.

I do kinda wonder if the change in my eating habits is what's causing the weight loss, however -- I usually have breakfast, then a big lunch around 11:00 AM, then something at night. This week, however, I've been having breakfast, then a midmorning snack (usually a protein bar), then a light lunch at 1:00 PM, then dinner. I know that stringing out his meals like that really helped Lyndon lose weight; I didn't think it would work for me, but maybe I was full of poo. We'll just have to see.

Recent total mileage: 1.9 miles. 491.87 miles to Isengard.

My ovaries hate me

Thursday, May 15, 2008

Jesus, Allah and Zoroaster, you can poke divots a half inch deep along my shinbones from all the water I'm retaining, and I had a fun little episode of tachycardia just as we started recording Episode 6 tonight. I swear, the picosecond our health insurance goes through I'm going into the hoohoo doctor and getting back on Yasmin, because this flirting with heart failure is just bullshit.

Thursday's total mileage: 1.25 miles. 493.77 miles to Isengard.

Sweating to the Scrubbies

Monday, May 12, 2008

Not bad - it's just barely 10:00 PM and I've already got my workout done. I also got a chance to watch much of Season 6 of SCRUBS in the process; on the one hand, it makes walking a heck of a lot more entertaining. On the other hand, cracking up at the recap episode while doing 2.1 MPH leaves you somewhat dizzy and breathless.

Monday's total mileage: 1.36 miles. 495.02 miles to Isengard.

Back on the track again

Sunday, May 11, 2008

I don't know if it was the first week of work, getting my beloved caffeine back or what, but damn, I woke up feeling great today. Got out of the house at a reasonable hour, spent money getting recycling bins and other useful items at IKEA, came home and degreased the stovetop/scrubbed the drip pans and burners, did a 30 minute walk, recorded, edited and uploaded Episode 5 of Don't Quit Your Day Job, went to Whole Foods and got a chicken caesar salad, chicken breasts and side dishes and sushi (I really shouldn't shop when I'm hungry), watched WALK TALL, went out for another 30 minute walk, and now I may just take a shower and call it a night.

Saturday's total mileage: 2.5 miles. 496.38 miles to Isengard.

Yeah, you know that whole "no soft drinks" thing?

Thursday, May 8, 2008

Fuck that noise. I haven't done dick exercise-wise since Monday because I was shattered by the time I got home, and by yesterday I was running on fumes -- exhausted, cold, too tired to be foul-tempered, I couldn't drum up the energy to get a word in edgewise on Archerr's gangbang show, and I barely got through recording Ep 4 of Don't Quit Your Day Job without going nap-naps on the keyboard. It was bad, people

After I crawled into my comforter around 9 PM, conked out for two hours and woke up just wanting to die, I said screw this and had a glass of Diet Coke with Lime. Within an hour, I was up and cheerfully editing the rest of DQYDJ's episode 4, then stayed up until 3 listening to We're Mean Because You're Stupid and the gangbang show. I have had one eight-ounce can of Coke Zero today, and I powered through the day and will be going home to write this evening, just as soon as I give JJ a lot of love because the neurotic sonofabitch has started pulling his leg hair out again from separation anxiety.

Yes, I know caffeine is a drug. Yes, I know I should cut it and artificial sweeteners out of my life. But frankly, this is not the time to do it because I can't afford to turn into a zombie right now.

I hurt

Monday, May 5, 2008

Frigging malfunctioning ovaries that cause me to swell up with water and it won't come OFF. Arrgh. And now that I'm staying away from all soft drinks it also means that I'm not getting any sweet, sweet caffeine because the only caffeinated beverages I can drink now are coffee and tea, and I loathe coffee and don't have any unsweetened tea on hand.

So I'm bloated. And aching. And going through caffeine withdrawal. And I want to crawl into bed and hibernate until November. Feh.

No Soft Drinks: Day 1
Sunday's total mileage: .62 miles. 498.88 miles to Isengard.
Weight work:

	Set #1	Set #2	Set #3	Set #4
Reps	12	12	12	12
Bench Presses	30	30	30	30
Triceps Press	20	20	20	20
Overhead Press	20	20	20	20
Ab Crunches	X	X	X	X

This is gonna be hard

Sunday, May 4, 2008

As of, well, right now, I'm giving up soft drinks for at least two weeks. It's been brought to my attention that diet soft drinks, which are all I drink, can promote premature insulin release, which then grabs onto whatever blood sugar is available in the bloodstream and turns it into -- tra la -- fat.

I probably go through a two-liter bottle every 2-3 days. I have no idea if that's considered a lot (it probably is, with my luck), but for now it's got to go.

*sob* I'll miss you, Diet Coke with Lime...

Saturday's total mileage: 1.25 miles. 499.51 miles to Isengard.

Oh, dear sweet bleeding Deity Of Your Choice

Friday, May 2, 2008

I'm sweating like a horse.

Allow me to explain. For some women, good solid aerobics is all they need to peel off weight. I envy them, I truly do, because I can do aerobics until the cows come home, and while it give me nice tone in my legs and strengthens my heart, it does bubkes for weight loss. I'm 3/4 Eastern European -- I come from a people where they bred women who could pull a plow after a bad winter when they had to eat the ox. I'm genetically designed to be well-muscled, and when all that wonderful energy-soaking tissue isn't available my body looks at the available energy in the system, figures, "Well, might as well store it against a bad winter -- you never know when the Tsar's men will burn the crops," and suddenly I'm wearing fat jeans again.

So I have returned to the weights this week, and dear Glory but I can tell the difference. For one thing, I could probably rehydrate the Sahara with my sweat after a weight session -- I'm gulping water like it's going out of style, and minutes later it bubbles up out of my pores. Yeah, I know, lovely image there, but it's true. It also tells me that la bod is actually doing real work for a change, and work uses energy, and energy comes from stored fat and carbs in my system, and that leads to a Mellie who will be able to shop in the regular women's section one day soon.

And I'm serious about that -- when I get all of this padding off, I intend to turn into SF Writer Barbie. I will be hitting every damn store in the mall and trying clothes on left, right and central, even if I don't intend on buying a single thing. And it will be fun.

Thursday's total mileage: .62 miles. 500.14 miles to Isengard.
Weight work:

	Set #1	Set #2	Set #3	Set #4
Reps	12	12	12	12
Lat Pulldowns	20	20	20	20
Standing Pulldowns	20	20	20	20
Dumbbell Curls	10	10	10	10
Dumbbell Rows	10	10	10	10