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sexy_romulanI went jogging today. Dun dun DUNNNNNNNNN! Actually it was more of a walk-jog - alternating between 2 minutes walking, 1 minute running - but still, it accomplished its objectives: I got sweaty and out of breath, toiled along the bike path for 20 minutes, and was pleasantly tired at the end (vs. outright blitzed). Corey came with me and wasn't even winded, the bastard, but he kept me motivated and showed me the right stretches to do afterwards. If I manage to keep it up for a couple weeks I may sign up for a clinic at the Running Room.
As to what prompted this fit of fitness...it's kind of embarrassing to type, because I have always prided myself on ignoring all that calorie-counting, portion-reducing crap women are bombarded with all the time. But a pair of pants I bought last winter because nothing fit are now uncomfortably snug; I am pushing 160 lbs. It's getting to the point where I can see the difference in the mirror (usually I don't notice my weight going up or down except in how my clothes fit). I kind of feel like I'm betraying my principles being bothered by this. I don't think 160 is particularly unhealthy, given my height and body type, but after all how does one define "healthy weight"? I mean, at this weight, am I eating remotely decently? Do I exercise at all? Welllll...no.
This wouldn't really even be on my radar, except that last night I had a very upsetting dream in which Corey told me I was getting fat. The stupidity of that vexes me - I refuse to go down THAT mental road, even subconsciously, so it's time to do something. And feeling my butt, love handles, and belly protesting with every running step definitely confirmed it. THAT's never happened before. Yikes. I now know EXACTLY where I put on weight.
Not that my ambitions are extreme, here: I plan to stop eating fries, chocolate bars, and donut/cookie/pastry goodies. Or at least stop eating them every single freaking day like I have been for the past six months or so. And I plan to continue walk/jogging.
So help me God and on pain of losing LJ face.
As to what prompted this fit of fitness...it's kind of embarrassing to type, because I have always prided myself on ignoring all that calorie-counting, portion-reducing crap women are bombarded with all the time. But a pair of pants I bought last winter because nothing fit are now uncomfortably snug; I am pushing 160 lbs. It's getting to the point where I can see the difference in the mirror (usually I don't notice my weight going up or down except in how my clothes fit). I kind of feel like I'm betraying my principles being bothered by this. I don't think 160 is particularly unhealthy, given my height and body type, but after all how does one define "healthy weight"? I mean, at this weight, am I eating remotely decently? Do I exercise at all? Welllll...no.
This wouldn't really even be on my radar, except that last night I had a very upsetting dream in which Corey told me I was getting fat. The stupidity of that vexes me - I refuse to go down THAT mental road, even subconsciously, so it's time to do something. And feeling my butt, love handles, and belly protesting with every running step definitely confirmed it. THAT's never happened before. Yikes. I now know EXACTLY where I put on weight.
Not that my ambitions are extreme, here: I plan to stop eating fries, chocolate bars, and donut/cookie/pastry goodies. Or at least stop eating them every single freaking day like I have been for the past six months or so. And I plan to continue walk/jogging.
So help me God and on pain of losing LJ face.
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Date: 2007-07-13 12:24 am (UTC)The calorie counting stuff is just that, crap. it works as long as you stick to it. but as soon as you waver, whoosh you go up to 180 lbs and the cycle has started. Trust me I know how it works.
Since Christmas I have lost 45 lbs doing little more than working again and changing my diet rather than counting the bits of it. Admittedly I have slipped a little of late and plateaued but regardless I feel better, well I do when I am not sick with this damn UTI.
Look up "the Paleodiet" and read up the principles. It aint a diet so much as a sea change in how you eat.
Ragi
Ps. take a pic of the new cuddlier you and send it to me, I will give you my professional opinion on how ya look. ;)