That’s what skinny feels like. I embrace the hunger and make it my woman. I was naughty this morning and had a free Everything bagel with honey walnut cream cheese. It would have been rude to turn it down, no? Plus, it had, like, seeds, and stuff. So, it was a healthy 460-610 calories. I’ve done some work to counteract, though. I’ve gone for a walk on morning break and lunch. Altogether, I’ve managed to get 1.7 miles of walking in during the work day. We’ll see how things work out tomorrow morning.
Archive for the ‘Mind & Body’ Category
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So, I just got back from the first run of the year. There’s been snow on the ground and it’s been so cold for so long. It feels like it’s been forever since I’ve hit the streets. Now that I’m back, my body agrees. My quads are killing me. When I go to stand from a sitting position, I almost collapse. My lungs ache. My knees may never bend again. It feels awesome. I can’t wait to get back into a rhythm and push myself past all my past limits. Only 1 1/2 miles tonight, and it took forever, it felt great. I’m going to pummel my body into submission.
So, I was fighting a head-cold for about two weeks. Nothing too bad. Just some drainage and a stuffy nose. Then, Thursday morning, it descended into my throat. I started coughing that nasty weezy cough that kills your throat. I felt a fever coming on, so I left work around 11:30. I played it cool Thursday night, hoping it was one of those 24 hour bugs. No such luck. Yesterday I had to call in. I hate calling in sick to work. I’m always afraid they’re going to think I’m faking. I had no choice though. Today is no better. My whole body aches, my head is stuffy, the cough won’t go away, my head feels like it’s at 150 psi. I can’t regulate temperature at all. I layer up because I’m freezing. Two minutes later, I’m sweating. I take a sweatshirt off, and immediately my arms feel frozen. I hate this.
Fellas, if your wife wants you to get a flu shot, listen to her.
So, Friday night we went to Lil Burro some good Mexican feasting. I had planned on getting a light meal, maybe some jalapeño poppers and one taco. When we get in, there’s a note on the message board about the new Fire Jalapeño Poppers, and a list of people who were able to eat some. The guys up there when I come in had done three and five. I think to myself, “Poppers? Come on, you just toss them back. Five is nothing!” So, we settle down into our booth and order some nice spicy cheesy-salsa dip and chips. It has a little bit of a kick, but I’m not worried about overload. If anything, it’ll get me accustomed and help, right?
When they arrive, I discover what I’m in for. They aren’t poppers. They’re full Anaheim peppers, grown on site, not crap peppers bought at a grocery store. Originally, they looked like these:
They look like this upon arrival:
Up close, they look like this:
Now, I get a little worried. Surely, they can’t be that bad though. I’ve had the Chile Relleños there before and survived intact.
The server had warned, “They’re okay at first, but after the first two or three bites, you’ll really start to feel it.” LIAR! I took one bite and knew I was in serious trouble. Immediately, I went to the iced tea for help. (It didn’t.) Now, I was presented with a serious quandary. Do the smart thing and move on to the taco, swallowing my pride, or trudge onward in a vain attempt to get on that stupid board? You guessed right, I went for the glory, determined to eat all five on my plate and attain honor.
The ensuing half hour was a battle of epic proportions. I valiantly fought bite after bite. Of course, there was a good five minutes between each bite, during which I consumed vast quantities of iced tea, sour cream, ranch dressing, chips, straight sugar packets, and anything else within reach I thought might soak up some of the demon sauce assailing my tongue. In the end, I believe that is what did me in. Peppers + an entire gut full of iced tea-soaked dairy = defeat. With my last ounce of energy divided between taking the last bite and fighting the urge to hurl all over the table, I took the last bite of the third pepper, at which point I literally tossed in the towel (napkin).
After paying, we get up to the front and I put my name on the board with a marginal amount of pride, having not died at the table. Then, I see it. Whilst I was barely surviving a nuclear assault, some guy had apparently done ten, or come back on the same day and did five twice. I was humbled, yet still proud to have my name up there for a few hours until they reset the clock.
I spent the rest of the weekend fearfully waiting for my large intestine to spontaneously rupture; yet, it never happened. For that, I am thankful.
This is the last update on the front page for this sort of thing. Check the weight loss link up above for updates.
Your weight is 226.2 lb as of 08/21/2007.
Your goal is to weigh 200 lb by 01/01/2008
You are currently 26.2 lb above the target weight.
The deadline for your goal is 133 days (19 weeks, 0 days) away.
To meet your goal you need to lose about 1.38 lb per week.
Sometimes, five minutes can rock you to the core. Yesterday, I had an appointment with my neurologist/epileptologist about all of the problems I’ve been having with my head. I’ve got permanent post-concussive disorder, which causes random periods of dizziness, disorientation, “buzzing”, and other feelings that aren’t pleasant. I also get (when not on medicine) complex partial seizures. As far as I know, I’ve never had a full-blown tonic clonic / grand mal. At my appointment yesterday, they said they can’t determine what’s seizure related and what’s not, so they can’t treat it. They want to stick me in a hotel for five consecutive days, hooked up to an EEG 24 hours a day to see what happens. It’s extremely expensive ($20,000 and sounds extremely boring. Due to the financial aspect, we were looking at maybe doing it a few years from now, even though things have been getting pretty bad lately. Then again, sometimes, five minutes can rock you to the core. About a half an hour ago, a girl standing not 9 feet from me seized out. Full-on drop grand mal. Lasted a good five minutes. They just took her out to an ambulance about five minutes ago. Right now, I’m seriously freaked out. Is that what’s coming if I don’t get this taken care of? I can’t stop shaking (my hands/etc from the nerves, not an attack). I’ll be scheduling the monitoring appointment. And quickly.
There. There’s your update.
God help me.
As a continuance from yesterday, today appears to be a good head-day. A little fuzzy here and there, but I’m here for the most part.
For today’s news, IT’S ON!
Weight Goal Stats
Your weight is 238 lb as of 08/07/2007.
Your goal is to weigh 200 lb by 01/01/2008
You are currently 38 lb above the target weight.
The deadline for your goal is 147 days (21 weeks, 0 days) away.
To meet your goal you need to lose about 1.81 lb per week.
So, I went to a barbecue yesterday and someone was taking pictures. I was looking at some of the shots with him and saw myself.
The 10 lbs I’ve put back on in the last few months look a lot bigger than I thought they did. As of today, I’m officially back in the game, full speed. I ran 1 1/2 miles this morning. This will be lengthened over time as soon as I find a decent route through my new neighborhood.
So far today, I’ve had 580 calories. Not too shabby. We’ll put the run on later and again in the morning.
Gut, prepared to be pwned.
If you were to read further down, or even on the next page, you would see a post with a weight-loss prediction. Regrettably, issues with my job, and other such excuses blew that away. In fact, I’ve gone up. As of this morning, I stand at a not so svelte 232. I have yet to set a new goal; however, with the overtime season over, moving in mostly done, and summer upon us, I issue myself a public challenge for 210.