Update

Up to ten in a row!

Throw Back Accomplishment

So...despite all the internship stress and work, I've been able to keep up on my fitness challenge. Each day (except Sunday, my day of no exercise) I have been able to do my jumping jacks (or as Sam calls them, dumpndacks), crunches, and push-ups. And as indicated in the title of this post, I was thrown back to my 9th grade days...specifically gym class. The last time I was forced to do one of those presidential fitness test thingies I did eight push-ups in a row. I matched that yesterday. Boo-yah! Who says the fat guy can't come back?

And just for reading this, you can watch this video from 1991. Former, in-shape, used-to-be-able-to-grab-rim former self, "I've Been Thinking About You."


P.S. As another reference point, this was also the year I ran a 5:30 mile. Try to picture that now. I dare you.

Small Success

So, I haven't weighed myself in a while. So what? I haven't been exercising in a while. So what? I haven't been sleeping much lately either. So what?

Stress. That's what.

However, I am determined to start doing something to be better. In fact, I already have done something. On Monday I instituted a family fitness challenge. Every day for 100 days (or so) everyone, who is physically capable (excuses may vary) needs to do at least 20 jumping jacks, 20 sit-ups or crunches, and 10 push-ups. Every. Day.

Do you know how long it's been since I've done push-ups? The last fitness test I did--in 9th grade--I could do eight push-ups before collapsing. Count 'em: eight. Since then I could only do three at any given time. My success...last night I did four. Plus, I've reached my totals each day since then. That's three consecutive days...four after I go home and gut them out tonight.

Before you keep laughing, just remember that pushing up 285 pounds is a whole lot harder than pushing up 150, you skinny little pukes!

I still need to figure out an incentive to keep going (more for the kids than for me). Any ideas?

Guilty

Just before my 90 minute presentation this evening I needed comfort food. So, a double Baconator (from Wendy's), fries and an insanely large Dr. Pepper later, I was chilled enough to deliver. After I got home, I started feeling guilty about all the crap I've shoveled into my body over the past couple weeks. (Yes, now you know why I haven't been posting on here.) Guilt.

And now I'm starting to feel it. You know, that Weird Al Yankovic-wannabe-Michael Jackson-type feeling. No, not this one. This one. Yep. That's me. Not really, but it's a good image for incentive.

And now for the good news! I exercised after I got home. And I'm gonna do it again tomorrow. Just watch me. (No, not literally. That's gross.)

Under Pressure

Cue the not-so-subtle Queen background music.

Stress is not good for me, my figure, or anyone who is around me at the time trying to watch their figures. Lately I've been eating to stay focused, eating to stay awake, eating to stay busy. Not good. I haven't weighed myself for...oh...I don't know...and I'm too lazy to look it up right now. I have been wearing a trial between the table and the fridge in the p.m. hours and a trial between my desk and the faculty room while daylight burns. I'll get back on track, though. I just need to figure out a way to do my seat time for my internship, my field observations, and my writing while riding a bike of snowshoeing or something (not that there's much snow to speak of).

P.S. Celebrating the Oreo's 100th birthday yesterday was not a good idea.

Therapy

I have to say that on an occasional basis, chocolate therapy, Whopper therapy, and ice cream therapy work wonders. Sometimes you need to feed (literally and figuratively) your sanity, and it usually works well through the belly. And that's all I got to say about that.

Baby Steps

Despite the Cafe Rio-style pork and rice bowl yesterday evening (which had nothing to do with the Super Bowl, by the way), I am back down to 280.9 lbs. This is also in deference to a mostly exercise-free week thanks to Sam, who has decided that around 12:30 he needs to spend the rest of the night in our bed. I have been better (a little) in regard to portion size. And I've also been restricting my late night intake as well. That doesn't count the cookies that the kids made with Grandma after dinner. Burp. I'm still going to do it no matter the stresses or tempting cheesecakes that stand in my path. Just gotta take baby steps...or maybe crawl along...as that seems to be my progression speed right now.

P.S. The guacamole last night and at lunch today isn't going to help matters any. Doh!