Happy the woman

Who has to buy a belt because her pants are too loose.


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The stomach isn't going anywhere, but those aerobic DVDs seem to be working on the rest of my torso quite nicely. The clothes seem to be fitting a bit looser around the waist, despite the fact that my weight has been pretty steady for a whole week. (That in itself is a cause to marvel – usually I go up and down like a seasick rollercoaster, up to six pounds gained and lost per week.)

Not sure if I should get a measuring tape and start checking the inches or not. What if the pants suddenly stretched when I wasn’t looking? It might be an illusion, but it’s an awfully comforting one.


Exercise du jour:Cycling halfway in the morning (take the lightrail halfway) and cycling home.

Also,

Week 4 of the (full) 100 push up challenge
Day 1
(90 seconds rest in between)
Set 1 - 12
Set 2 - 14
Set 3 - 11
Set 4 - 10
Set 5 - 16

Week 4 of the 200 sit ups challenge
(60 seconds rest in between)
Day 1
Set 1 - 18
Set 2 - 21
Set 3 - 17
Set 4 - 15
Set 5 - 24

Done!

Could be worse

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Taking the day off exercising, mostly because a headache suddenly came up.

Haven't lost any weight in the last three days, despite the fact that I've done 5 hours of cardio in that period of time.

On the other hand, haven't gained weight either. (Gained and lost 2 pounds last week, which threw off my totals.) It could be worse.

Last week's totals:
Avg. minutes/day exercising: 80
Avg. weight change: +.06

On the down side, I just did 22 full push ups. Which means, according to the 100 push ups website, that I can go back to week 4 column 2. Wah. Don' wanna.

I've decided to compromise with my inner slug and do week 4, column 1.

Blog with a Hugh

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Quote du jour: There’s so much comedy on television. Does that cause comedy in the streets?
—Dick Cavett

Maybe this veggie-lovin’ diet is starting to change my taste buds. This afternoon I went to a meeting where people gave me cookies and sodas. I automatically nibbled on the cookie, realized how extremely sweet it was, and didn’t even bother to try opening the soda. Even though the cookie made me thirsty, I couldn’t face the sugar overload in that soda; I was already over-sugared.

That’s progress, right? Or maybe I’m just picking up crumbs of encouragement.

Exercise du jour: God and my alarm clock willing, the goal for Friday is to get up early, do 40 minutes with a DVD, then cycle in to work.
Done! Took the long way home, did two hours' worth of exercise today.

You know you're in a small town when...

"You don't take credit cards?"
The mechanic shrugged. "Checks only."
"Um, I don't have my checkbook with me."
"No problem." The man handed me my car key and said "Go get your checkbook, and I'll wait here."

Honest, the man didn't know me from Eve. He didn't even know my name. I owed him several hundred dollars, and he was just trusting me to get the money to him.

Exercise du jour: Cycling to work, then from work to the mechanic's place. Threw in a couple of sprint intervals. The sore foot is still sore, but bicycling doesn't affect it, so that's good.

The danger is that now my car is running again, I won't have to walk or bike. Damn. I might have to start blog-tracking my exercise again. Oh woe.


Photo credit: Bobster885

Altitudinal

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I think I have pinpointed the source of my depression: it's the altitude.

The thing is, I wake up each morning enjoying life. (Well, once I've managed to actually get up out of bed.) My dog is loving, my house is beautiful, the yard is looking wonderful. Life is good.


On the way to work, I enjoy the flower show; every yard or office building has a different color rose bush and they're all gorgeous.


This morning, I felt so good I sprinted the last half mile on my bike. (Note for future reference -- 1 half-mile sprint causes a bit of asthma-type wheezing. See if this improves.)

Then I climb the stairs, or take the elevator up to the top floor, step into the office, and at once a pall of despair comes down like a curtain.


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See? I'm fine until I get to the third floor. Clearly, it's the altitude that's bringing me down.



Exercise du jour: 90 minutes cycling

So I haven't written much lately. Neither has Shakespeare.

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Top reasons not to blog:

1 - It's too friggin' hot&humid (or "hummid" as I prefer to call it). 90+ at 10 in the evening is too damn H. for me to be in my home office. And my laptop's on the fritz at the moment.
No... not as in Fritz the Cat

2 - I'm depressed. Or repressed. Or need to go back on the drugs for my whacked-out thyroid. Or maybe all three.

Summary du exercise: For the past couple weeks, I've either been walking a hour a day or cycling for 90 minutes, depending on how I feel on the particular day.

Yes, I will fix my car. Eventually. Actually, I kind of like not having to depend upon a car to get around. The dog's not so thrilled. Need to find a way to make her feel important, even elevated above the rest. Anyone got some men-in-uniform they can spare?