Day 2

Hoh, man. I used the Gazelle for six minutes yesterday, and my poor legs want to go find a new owner. I don’t know how I’m going to keep this up, but I will find a way. Seriously, though. It works everything. My abdomen feels weird. My arms feel like I lost a fight. Even my butt hurts. Nothing hurts enough to take an Aleve. At least… not the muscles. My hips are unhappy and sending pain shooting down to my knees. I’m pretty sure that’s just because my body is rebelling. It’s all, “Nooooo! We had a good thing going! You sit on your butt all day, and we get to be jiggly! It was awesome!”

No, body. Jiggly is not awesome. I don’t mind being a BBW, but I’d at least like to be a healthy BBW. This much jiggle, and this much weight, and this lack of strength and endurance is not healthy. QUIT IT.

Diet Goofs and Yays

I cheated yesterday. I had… several servings– I didn’t count since I ate out of the bag on habit– of traditional Chex Mix Snack Mix. I don’t mind snacking. Snacking is just something that is going to happen. I’ve already accepted this. Starting today, however, I will measure everything, put it into a bowl, and put the damned bag back into a cupboard so that it isn’t right next to my desk for me to mindlessly munch on and undo everything I’m trying to achieve. Then, I will input the calorie, fat and carb info into my handy-dandy spreadsheet that J.A. Marlow made for me. If you’re interested, you can find it here: Weight Tracker 2015.*

The very same cheating thing is trying to happen with the Nutella jar. I was good, though. I brought the Nutella jar in on impulse. Sat down. Groaned. Got my ass back up and took the jar, the bread, and my CIB glass back out to the kitchen, and got me a glass of CIB instead. Crisis averted! I want to save the Nutella as a weekly treat for myself. Two tablespoons is 200 Calories, 11g Fat, and 22g Carbs. So, once a week, two tablespoons of Nutella, two slices of toast, and that is my treat! WORTH IT!

Next Project: Sleep Pattern

You see, I have a problem. That problem, is that I am a writer, and I have gotten into the habit of letting my mind run with a story until I’m either physically unable to stay awake anymore, or until the story dries up for the day. Now, even when I’m not writing, I find myself finding things to keep me awake when I’m “too bored to go to bed”. …Isn’t that the silliest expression you’ve ever heard? Too bored to go to bed? How is that possible? I don’t know why, but if I get bored at bedtime, I can’t seem to make myself go to bed.

New rule: If I ever say, or even insinuate, that I am bored, I will go do an extra minute on the Gazelle. I also figured out something while writing this. I’m not even really bored when I’m close to needing sleep. I feel guilty for going to sleep when I feel I haven’t accomplished anything. Well, let’s see if I can change that!

So, boredom equals a minute on the Gazelle to rid me of the boredom. The next phase, is to set a bedtime. This may take some work, because my sleep schedule is pretty borked. I normally end up in bed around 6am-8am on normal days, and wake up around 5pm. The only usual variations, are the days I have doctors’ appointments, or the rare days I’m in full blown manic episode.

I’m not going for anything unrealistic. I do my best writing in the dark hours (don’t ask me why, I don’t know), so I think I will set my bedtime at 11pm or midnight. I do tend to notice that when I’m on “Normal People Hours”, I need less sleep, feel more rested, and am generally in a better mood. I get stressed less easily, I get more accomplished, and I don’t stress about how to fit all my errands into an hour before everything in this town closes. So, this is for the best, and I need to get to that point, and stick with it once I do. Sticking with it is always the hardest part.

Today’s Non-Fitness Goal: The Fish Tank

Good Lord that fish tank is nasty. It hasn’t been properly disassembled and cleaned since… guh, I think it’s been almost a year. *Hangs head in shame* My poor feesh. But, algae is nasty. And, that, my friends, is why I should not own fish…

 

* If you like the spreadsheet, it would be awesome if you thanked J.A. Marlow by helping out her GoFundMe campaign. Her mother is suffering from a GBM brain tumor, and stuff is expensive.