Jesus Gave Me a Smackdown

*Sigh*

It’s very easy to delude yourself, I think.  You go by, day-to-day, and you stop paying attention to the details.

Sure, that skirt seems a little tight.

Yeah, I probably shouldn’t have had those chips.

I’ll go to the gym tomorrow.

It’s only a couple of pounds…

I weigh myself almost every day so I’m pretty aware of the ups and downs.  Generally, I don’t get too excited by it.  I know what a salty dinner does to me, or how a day light on fluids will show up at the scale.  I know that an unusually heavy workout will cause an uptick for a couple of days.

I know that generally I’ve had more ups than downs recently.  I didn’t worry much because I knew it was still in the area where I had control.  I know that if I buckle down for a week, it would be fairly simple to get back to where I’m comfortable.

But the scale isn’t the whole story.

And I’ve let it be.

I’ve got a business trip coming up and I have to do a number of presentations.  The presentations mean I’ve got to drag out the suit.  I put one on, and it was tight.  I could zip and everything, but it was uncomfortable.  So I pulled out a different one.  It, too, was tight.  I felt like a sausage!  No way I could present all day in those pants.

I ended up pulling a pile of pants out of the closet, searching for a pair that wouldn’t bust at the seams.  It was disconcerting.  I bought several new suits this spring, and I know I didn’t buy anything that didn’t fit well in the store.

So this morning, I dug out the book where I used to record my measurements with religious fervor.  I hadn’t made notes since April of 2011.  I pulled out the tape measure, and got ready for dose of truth.  Since that last record, my weight was up seven pounds.  Not great, not horrible.  When focused, I can drop that pretty quickly.  My measurements, though, were up across the board.

By a lot.

When all was said and done, I was up 8.75 inches!

Inches aren’t as easy to fudge as pounds.  And when I went back further I realized that I’d picked up about 15 inches since my lowest weight.

I think that I’ve given myself too much credit lately.  I’ve started taking swimming lessons.  I’ve done a 5K this summer.  Everything HAD to be rosy!  Besides, I used to weigh 300 lbs.!  Look how much I’ve kept off!  For four years and counting!

Well, now I’ve got my wake up call.  So much for skipping the weight training and blowing off cardio several days a week.  I’ve got to do better.

Here’s the progress on the 41 Pounds Project:

  • July 1 – 183 lbs.
  • July 8 – 181 lbs.
  • July 15 – 175.6 lbs.
  • July 22 – 177 lbs.
  • July 29 – 181.4 lbs.
  • August 5 181.4 lbs.

I’m traveling this week, and that always makes eating well harder.  My daily goals for this week are to exercise 30 minutes, get 70 grams of protein, eat freggies, drink 100 oz. of water, and food journal, aiming for about 1400 calories.

I also need to start weight training again.  I’ve been remarkably lazy on that front, and the measurements are where that shows up the most.  I’m not going to cry (even though I kind of feel like it), and I won’t beat myself up either, because that never helps.  But now that I know exactly where I stand, I can choose to move backward, forward or frozen where I am.

Let’s start chasing the horizon.

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July Progress

 

Photo by Gregory Bull

Ouch!  Was I the only one that found this hard to watch?  I knew that there was an upset in gymnastics from web chatter, but I really tried to tune it out so I could watch it unfold on the broadcast.  I’ve never really understood the rule that only allows two gymnasts from each country to move on to the all-around.  To finish fourth out of 60 competitors and still not move on to the finals?

BRUTAL.

Fortunately my feedback loop isn’t so public, and I’ve still got eleven months to try to make a positive finish.  In case you missed it, on July 1 I set out to lose 41 pounds.  I picked this number for a couple of reasons:

  1. It gets me into a “healthy” BMI range, and
  2. I’m forty-one (kinda random, I know).

I also set some daily resolutions to help me make progress.  I’m a firm believer that what gets monitored gets done.  Those seven goals were:

  1. 30 minutes of exercise
  2. 7 hours of sleep
  3. Strength training 3x/week
  4. 80 oz. of water
  5. Keep a food journal
  6. 1400 calories or less
  7. 3 servings of freggies
  8. Less than 40 grams of sugar
  9. 70 grams of protein

Ideally, this is where I’d tell you my stats, but in all honesty, I didn’t keep my resolution chart for the full month.  I can’t really give you specifics.  I can tell you that I fell flat on the strength training and the freggies.  Everything else is a guess.

I did lose some weight though.  July 1 I weighed in at 183 lbs.  On July 29, my last weekly weigh-in for the month, I weighed in at 181.4.  An official loss of 1.6 lbs. for the month.

If I’m going to meet my goal for the year, I’m going to have to improve.  I need to lose just over 3 lbs. each month.  Since I didn’t do well tracking the Health and Well-Being Resolutions for July, I’m going to carry them over into August.  I’ll have two sets of resolutions to track next month.

More on August’s goal area tomorrow.

Quotable

It’s sometimes amazing to me that the things that seem new have actually been known forever.  Even Plato knew about the benefits of exercise, but we’re still (…some of us – well, let’s be honest – ME) fighting it.

I know that when I exercise, everything is better.  I sleep better.  I’m less moody.  I have more energy and focus during the day.  I don’t get headaches, or cramps, or other ailments to the same degree.  Yet some days it’s still hard to get off the couch.