Sorry All! It’s been several months since I’ve posted, life got super crazy this summer and so much happened. So I’ll use the next several posts to get you up to speed and to lament. Today, we’ll start with the bad news.
It’s actually a bit of a trifecta. First, in mid-June I hurt my back at work. Not devestatingly bad mind you just bad enough that I was on light duty for a week. Besides give me a sight of my own mortality and lack of superman-hood I also found out that my blood pressure was super bad about 180/100. Which released a response from the PA, “Well, you’re a walking heart attack you know”. Well gee thanks for that. So I finally went to see a family doctor the next day who let me know how frustrated she was with me and the PA. So know I am on two types of meds, which I started less than a month before I turned 30… Oh and to round off the bad news the unofficial-official weigh scale was 15 pounds to light… That’s right I was even fatter than before. But luckily that has all mostly changed. Further details to come!
So according to the offical inaccurate-accurate Fat Boy Skinny Weigh In scale I’m down to 234 and or 4 lbs from last week only 34 lbs to go… Now starts the plateau phase of my diet. All though to be honest my working out has been sparse and not very involved. Something I need to remediate if I want to actually get fit. I know it’s a novel concept to exercise in order to get fit but extreme events are cause for extreme measures.
Well to get back on track I decided to eat a little better yesterday to make up for the debacle that occurred the day before. And I did but gosh why do good things have to be so bland. To be completely candid though, breakfast and lunch were good but they were of my own design, cereal (that had a litany of grains that I can neither remember nor spell if I could remember) and a peanut butter and banana sandwich. I know it sounds fatty and it is but at least the bread is whole grain and the peanut butter is natural and organic so there is no added sugar.
Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea cupla. Yesterday was not a bright shining star on my road to fitness. More like a dirty corner of a musty basement where I can hide my shame. Before I go into my dieting sins let me give out a list of my excuses. Yesterday I was exhausted from several long days and nights adding to this exhaustion was the rest of a large reading assignment that could be almost compared to propaganda for one of my classes. And see its pretty important because its a discussion style class and we were going to discuss it…that seems a lot more cut and dry and not needing to be explained after I said it?!?
I’m learning now that if one is on a diet that one should probably not watch cooking shows or any style of food show. It becomes counter intuitive. Last night we watched ‘Made In Spain’ following José Andrés a Spanish-born chef. In the show he cooks foods from Spain in his kitchen and then takes you around places in Spain. Ah, the food looks so good and simple and fresh. And Spain has a special place in my wife’s and my heart, we honeymooned there, or Luna de Meil. It was fantastic. Cost us nearly every penny we had and as odd as it might seem was the first time I had ever been on an airplane. But it was so worth it. We loved it so much so that we named our daughter after a region in Spain.
Boy there’s one thing I forgot about when I used to exercise in some form of frequency. The hunger. Aye yayay. I’m general fairly hungry as a defult feeling, I’ve always blamed it on being extra wooly and always hot, but try to run and gun and feel like the plant from little shop of horrors – Feed Me Seymour Feed Me!
Perhaps it also is becuase I’m trying to alter my eating habits as well. Last night we had an amazing dinner of salad and pan seared Tuna steaks, with olive oil and vinegar as a dressing. It was good but after we laid our babies down I’m thinking to myself. Where can I get a steak and cheese fries at this time at night in town.
I thought I’d channel my inner…
Britney Spears Chuch Norris and run again on Sunday. I took Friday and Saturday off to well recuporate. I thought it would be better overall if I waited until I could walk down the steps while bending my knees. Some of you out there know exactly what I’m talking about. So I gathered up the dog and a bundle of warm clothes, now that Janurary decided to get back here from vacation in Florida. The high for Sunday only being about 38 but terribly gusty.