Workout

So I worked out. Despite my lungs' protest.

I came.

I saw.

I coughed.

Lots.

Unceasing fits.

But, I made it. I look at it like an anaerobic workout without the physical commitment. Where can you get that?

I got it, at no additional charge. I also got my 3 miles today, barely. So lets celibate. Slowly and Softly. My muscles hurt. I also did some cardio at night, so I'm pretty much worked out out.

My food intake was ok. Cereal for breakfast, tuna for lunch, and tilapia with asparagus for dinner.

Over all it was a good day.

And I'm down to 231.5

Way to go, Rob

Teach a Man to Fish...and He'll Want Hamburger

Hey! Short one tonight. I'm up a half pound and kinda discouraged. That doesn't mean I'm gonna stop, it just means I need to to rethink things. You know, get more bang for my buck. SOME bang for my buck.

Part of my problem might be that I've been wearing down during my workout. Today was my run and walk day, I slowed it down a bit so I could concentrate on keeping a steady speed. It worked, but I didn't burn as many calories. I'll need to build back up.

Food wise, today was more of the same. I did eat sloppy joes, but I tried to watch my portions.

We'll see what tomorrow brings.

As the Treadmill Spins

Well I was right, the pizza was not a good weight loss decision. Today I weigh 236. That's 2 days after pizza day. One day after pizza day? Yah, never mind.

We're just pushing forward. I've continued my workouts. It's tough when my weight is on the treadmill too, not going anywhere. It appears something's gotta change, and I think it's the pizza.

Don't tell it yet though, let me break it to it slowly, over cheese, pepperoni, and sausage.

So today I completed both workouts. I had a swim, and I ate pretty good. What's pretty good? Oatmeal for breakfast, a peanutbutter sandwich for lunch, and chicken with lemon pepper for dinner.

That was my day.

And here is my Animal, from the Muppets, impression. I hate working-out early

Dog Days

Gloomy Monday. Not only was it grey and stormy, I packed on the pounds.

237

I gotta say, I'm more than a bit disappointed. Yes, I ate poorly over the Super Bowl. I admit to beer and nachos, but 237? 2.5 pounds? Really?

So, let me just say I took it poorly, and tomorrow won't look much better. I ate my frustration on a pizza, and it tasted kinda like pepperoni and mushroom. Really good.

But enough about that, we all have bad days. I had a weekend and a bad day. Tomorrow, I'll cinch my pull-ups around my waist, and get back on the potty, so to speak.

Still, today wasn't a complete failure. I got my morning run in as well as my evening weightlifting. So I did do that. It was tough. Especially, looking out the window while running the treadmill made me think I was a sled dog.

Mush!

Here's pullin' for a better tomorrow.

Sleepy...

Hey, really exhausted tonight. I'm down: 233.5. I did my exercise today. I got my three miles in. I can't wait to relax this weekend. Food wise I did okay. I had oatmeal a banana, and then Mac and cheese for dinner. Ok I'm not the Jenny Craig poster boy, but I am losing weight, and I'm getting fit. I can live with that.

Hunter Green Roller Coaster

I was right: Ben & Jerry tied Kekua down and took her Happy Meal. Pigs! Sorry LA, I know you had so much hope in my fat butt feeding your fat kids. Please don't go teaching Hunter cannibalism so I can still feed him. That's not even funny.

"Happy Meal is people!"

Well I'm not up that much. 235. Hopefully today's workout will eat that up. Or at least the chili dog I had for lunch. Shhh. Don't tell Hunter. I don't want him clawing at the door. I did have a bowl of oatmeal for breakfast. That's good, right? That and a chicken breast with green beans I ate for dinner. Oh and I had some coffee, and lots and lots of water. No, really, if Hunter comes after me, I can hide as an unusually old fountain cherub.

I'll give you a few seconds to clear the image from your head.

Think happy thoughts.

Okay, now we continue.

In my workout, I was about 15 seconds faster on my 3 miles, and I ran a 1 mile warm up to my weight training. I actually got going much easier this Wednesday versus last. I think it's because I'm in a routine. My body moves before it even knows I don't want to go. We'll see come next Monday, since I take the weekend to rest up. Monday will be a hard start.

The hardest part of today's workout was the noise pollution in the gym. I use a playlist on my iPhone to workout. Tonight, the other gym members had three TVs on three different station with the volume full blast. I could make out what they were saying over my headphones. So, I waited until the people who were there before me left, then I walked the floor, turning everything down. Nobody else does. They don't wipe their sweat off the treadmill rails when they're done, why would the turn down the TV?

"Bunch of savages in this town. "

I took my passive aggressive rage out on the weights.

And now, I'm relaxed and off to bed. That is one of the benefits from my workouts. I relax really easily.

This is the Great White Caboose, signing out.

The Agony Without the Irony

Eat it, Hunter! No really, eat it. I'm down to 234.5. Here's your Happy Meal. Eat it before I gain it back Ben & Jerry stopped by, and one pint later, they're looking for their happy.

Other than that, today was okay. I had a decent workout. Still not quite the distance of last week, but I blame the weightlifting. My body is resisting the extra effort. Can you blame it?

This morning the walk to the gym came early. It was dark. I was tired. It wasn't until I got home that I woke up enough to whine about how much I didn't want to work out, by then it was too late. Yay me!

So, today I'm sore. Really sore, but in a good way. I'm not just saying the cuz I don't want you to see me weeping in the corner. I don't, but that doesn't stop my sore from still feeling good.

Today, my muscles were like "ow! I feel good and a little less flabby."

I was like, "shut up muscles! I'm drinking coffee, the other patrons think I'm weird."

The other patrons were like, "hello, police?"

I think the coffee is starting to affect me more. That and the lack of sleep. I'm going to bed until tomorrow. You can put a comma in that last sentence if you want. I wouldn't bother; it's not necessary.

Yah, sleep..

Week Two Strikes Back

Today I'm back on track. I did my three miles this morning, and I started my weightlifting regimen tonight. The running was hard. I felt like I didn't do as well as last week, and I didn't. Still, the difference is negligible. There's no sense sweating minutia, so long as I keep sweating towards the big goal.

For the weightlifting, I use James Orvis' Weight Training Workouts That Work. It's a great all over body workout that concentrates on the major muscle groups. I do three days a week weight training. The first week concentrates on just getting going. Today I did bench press, lat pull downs, curls, leg press, shoulder press, dumbell pullovers and crunches.

The weights weren't as heavy as they were the last time I did this, but that's to be expected. The important thing is building a routine.

I'm starting that.

For food, I had oatmeal, a scone at lunch, and tilapia with green beans for dinner. Also I had a caramel macchiato for a treat. Not the "best" food day, but not over the edge.

Today I feel tired, but good. Tomorrow I try to give Kekua her Happy Meal back.

Eating For Two

Some days I hate blogger. I used the mobile app last night to write this, and rather than"posting" to my site, the passive aggressive app pretended the blog never happened. So here, pretend you read this before the Dinner Out post:



Hooray for Hunter! He keeps his Happy Meal!



That’s right, today I weighed in at 235. That gives his imaginary sister Kekua an extra meal too. I’m losing lbs and giving LA the chubby—so to speak.



That’s good too, because today was tough. I spent five minutes this morning arguing with myself about whether I really needed to workout. I mean, really, did I? The reality is that eventually I will miss a few workouts. Why not figure in today as a “miss” and pick back up tomorrow?



The reason I don’t want to do this is because it’s still early. I’m building a workout habit. No, not the kind that nuns wear, although I have one of those too. I’m building a daily pattern habit that starts with me working out when I get up. If I don’t do it today, then it’s easier to quit later. On days when it takes me five minutes just to “choose” to put on a sweatshirt, I don’t want to give myself an extra reason to go back to bed.



I once read a weightlifting book that suggested that for days you didn’t want to workout, get dressed, go to the gym and get on the floor. Once there, if you still don’t want to work out, then go home with a clear conscience. Everybody has bad days. But chances are, once you are there, you’ll want to continue.



So, this morning that’s what I did, and it was hard. I did my treadmill “hill” for the full 40 minutes with a 5-minute cool down. It wasn’t pretty, and I didn’t get the distance I wanted. I tried for 3.25 miles, but only got just over 3. That’s okay. Today’s victory was showing up, and some days that’s gotta be enough. Be reasonable with your goals, or that will make it easier to quit.



Today, I didn’t quit. High five!



Hunter’s happy.



Today’s meals were pretty basic. I drank lots of water. I don’t want to dehydrate. I also drank coffee. It’s not great for me, but I’m addicted. I’m not giving up that vice. I’d like to continue getting along with my wife.



For breakfast, I ate one egg, 1 slice of bacon, and 1 multigrain thin bread, thingy (technical term). For lunch I had a scone. It was my treat for myself. Now dinner things went to the wonky side. We went out. Things have been stressful lately, and we needed an "ahhhhh" moment. So, we went to Macaroni Grill. Yeah, buck up Hunter, we'll talk tomorrow.