Weight-loss Update
Thrilling title of this post, I know!!1!one!!
Anyhow. Since we got back from Florida, I've been more or less (mostly more) good about going to the gym every day for an hour. I've weighed myself on a neighbor's scale, and, according to that, didn't lose any weight. So we don't like that scale any more.
The gym finally got a scale! (Old and rusty, but it tells me I am a whole pound lighter than the digital one, so we likes it.)
I've finally figured out how to work my abs (and how! ow!) without wrenching my back: elevate legs and do a ... sustained crunch, I guess, for ten seconds. Just thinking about it makes me twinge, so it must be doing something.
I have started to classify myself as "not fat" but have no idea what to do with the lack of change in the scale reading. Must be muscle. Or aliens. Or alien muscles with super-powers!
Virgil has changed my workout so I don't go full speed ahead, but instead I try to maintain a "fat-burning" heart rate (graciously provided by whatever machine I'm on). This makes the workout more fun because I can either read or constantly play with the buttons so that the little flashy light blinks where I want it to.
I blame any and all rambliness on the dietary restrictions. Virgil knows all the details, but the only information I have assimilated is that this is a harsh diet because it does not let me eat all the Cheetos I want. And I want.
On the other hand, I'm feeling really good, physically. And last night I spent 2.5 hours at the gym. Yay!
The boringest post ever is now completed. Until next time.
Anyhow. Since we got back from Florida, I've been more or less (mostly more) good about going to the gym every day for an hour. I've weighed myself on a neighbor's scale, and, according to that, didn't lose any weight. So we don't like that scale any more.
The gym finally got a scale! (Old and rusty, but it tells me I am a whole pound lighter than the digital one, so we likes it.)
I've finally figured out how to work my abs (and how! ow!) without wrenching my back: elevate legs and do a ... sustained crunch, I guess, for ten seconds. Just thinking about it makes me twinge, so it must be doing something.
I have started to classify myself as "not fat" but have no idea what to do with the lack of change in the scale reading. Must be muscle. Or aliens. Or alien muscles with super-powers!
Virgil has changed my workout so I don't go full speed ahead, but instead I try to maintain a "fat-burning" heart rate (graciously provided by whatever machine I'm on). This makes the workout more fun because I can either read or constantly play with the buttons so that the little flashy light blinks where I want it to.
I blame any and all rambliness on the dietary restrictions. Virgil knows all the details, but the only information I have assimilated is that this is a harsh diet because it does not let me eat all the Cheetos I want. And I want.
On the other hand, I'm feeling really good, physically. And last night I spent 2.5 hours at the gym. Yay!
The boringest post ever is now completed. Until next time.
posted by magda at 1:09 PM
1 Comments:
Congratulations!
I have been so pleased with getting healthier and in shape - it makes me feel better and less "slug like" which affects my mood, which affects my life...it goes on and on.
Whohooooo!
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