I went to the doctor's today (you don't even want to KNOW, but rest assured that for the most part everything is OK), and she took me task for my weight.
"I can see that you've lost weight since I last saw you, and that's good. But you need to loose more. Keep going."
Then she told me what my current weight is (I try to avoid scales as they are both evil and depressing), and people, I nearly died. I'm not revealing the actual number here, but suffice to say, it's roughly 5 pounds short of a beached whale.
I felt kind of depressed for a little while (see what scales and numbers do to me?), but then I had a "sack up, ho" conversation with myself. Because you know what? I've been slacking the last couple of weeks, erm... months. I've been going to the gym only once or twice a week at most and I've been really bad about what foods I've eaten (I am sure that the NJ Fair did not help) and I know I've gained weight back.
So OK. Time to get on point again, or whatever. Now that Gary's going to be living with me, I have someone else to eat vegetables with. And by vegetables, I mean things that do not fall in the category of "corn" or "romaine lettuce drenched in Caesar dressing," the only two vegetables I've ever seen Mike eat.
Because at the end of the day, it's not about how I look or what I fit into. It's about being healthy, dammit. And so in that spirit, I'm signing up for this.
It's my first 5K run, ever. I don't know how well I'll do, since the closest I've come to running one is the 3.5 miles I do on the elliptical at the gym, which is quite a different impact. Also, I hate running. I really do. I don't get people who run, for like, pleasure. You people are weird. But running is good exercise, and if it will help divorce me from my relationship with fat rolls of sadness, then so be it. I figure I'll "train" this week, getting back into the swing of things at the gym, working up to some light jogging on the treadmill (ugh) and then come the race I'll just do my best. It's a 5K walk as well, so I won't feel any shame in doing half-and-half.
As of right this second, I've got a motley crew of Stephanie, Angela, Miss T, Jim and Miss J (hee!) joining me. Dare I say? I'm kind of excited.
"I can see that you've lost weight since I last saw you, and that's good. But you need to loose more. Keep going."
Then she told me what my current weight is (I try to avoid scales as they are both evil and depressing), and people, I nearly died. I'm not revealing the actual number here, but suffice to say, it's roughly 5 pounds short of a beached whale.
I felt kind of depressed for a little while (see what scales and numbers do to me?), but then I had a "sack up, ho" conversation with myself. Because you know what? I've been slacking the last couple of weeks, erm... months. I've been going to the gym only once or twice a week at most and I've been really bad about what foods I've eaten (I am sure that the NJ Fair did not help) and I know I've gained weight back.
So OK. Time to get on point again, or whatever. Now that Gary's going to be living with me, I have someone else to eat vegetables with. And by vegetables, I mean things that do not fall in the category of "corn" or "romaine lettuce drenched in Caesar dressing," the only two vegetables I've ever seen Mike eat.
Because at the end of the day, it's not about how I look or what I fit into. It's about being healthy, dammit. And so in that spirit, I'm signing up for this.
It's my first 5K run, ever. I don't know how well I'll do, since the closest I've come to running one is the 3.5 miles I do on the elliptical at the gym, which is quite a different impact. Also, I hate running. I really do. I don't get people who run, for like, pleasure. You people are weird. But running is good exercise, and if it will help divorce me from my relationship with fat rolls of sadness, then so be it. I figure I'll "train" this week, getting back into the swing of things at the gym, working up to some light jogging on the treadmill (ugh) and then come the race I'll just do my best. It's a 5K walk as well, so I won't feel any shame in doing half-and-half.
As of right this second, I've got a motley crew of Stephanie, Angela, Miss T, Jim and Miss J (hee!) joining me. Dare I say? I'm kind of excited.
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I'm excited, too! And very, very proud of you for registering.
Despite my current Running Weirdo status, I used to hate running, too. Not saying you'll become one of us, or that you should (we are a crazy bunch) -- just that you never know where your journey to fitness will take you. It's way awesomepants that you're doing something so good for yourself.
Also, the post-race food is the reason my mom runs races. She won't register for races that don't have good spreads. So you don't even have to have a noble reason for doing these things (but don't adopt my mom's habit of whining about EVERYTHING, then going out and winning your age group every time).
Anyway, in summary: Yay, 5K!
I also wanted to say this publicly: Yay, Miss J!
Good for you for being brave enough to sign up for a 5K! I'm heading back to the gym this week after a loooooong time away. I've lost quite a bit of weight over the last few years, but I know with some work I could look and feel a lot better.
For what it's worth, Ken's lowfat salad dressings are pretty good. I feel a little less guilty for drenching my salad with the creamy garlic Caesar...
I fail on an epic scale for not making an attempt to see you while I was briefly in Philly this weekend. I realized that as I was leaving Saturday morning.
@writergeek313: No worries, you don't fail. This past weekend was ridiculous -- what with Mike moving out, Gary moving in, trying to introduce cats to one another, and trying to code my brother's website.
I'm glad you had a good time at Sonic Youth and (sort of) got to meet them! I feel your summer of awesomeness should extend into a autumn of fabulousness.
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