Slimdude

So this morning I posted about just getting right back on the horse and trying again. I have a lot on my mind so this could turn out to be a long post. It’s about five pee - em and I’ll be having dinner here shortly.

Thanks for all the supportive comments concerning my troubles with eating at night. I wish I had done better this week, because tomorrow is the AF Ball and I’m gonna have to squeeze into that uniform. Oh, well. Could be worse.

Today after doing one load over to the new place I decided I had enough time and energy to really go for some mileage on The Gazelle. Ellen and Tatiana have been doing some serious mileage and I was behind both of them, even though we are all on schedule to walk 300 miles before Thanksgiving. But even after yesterday when I Blogged about accepting my limitations, I decided to do four miles while watching TV. Then it was five. Then I decided to go for ten. Well, at about mile 8 I started to really hurt. So I gave it up at mile 9. That’s about two hours of Gazelle-ing.

Well, after that I was really tired. But I have not been any hungrier than normal. BUT my back and foot are absolutely killing me now, and I’ve taken my meds for the day. I am due for another dose of Robaxin at dinner. On one hand, I’m proud of myself for pushing out 9 miles. On the other, the trade-off in pain is not really worth it. I had a nap in the afternoon and then made myself get up and do another load over to the new house. I am really going to have to learn to take it easy when I need to.

The good thing is this evening I am just sitting around watching kids movies with my wife and son. So even though I am in pain right now I am just sitting around. And it’s nice to know that if I rest by tomorrow morning I’ll be back to a more tolerable level.

I think it is hilarious that not even five years ago I would do things like wake up and shovel my car out of the snow for 30 minutes so I could drive to the gym to workout. Then my job was unpacking boxes and packing boxes and stocking shelves for eight hours.

The evenings were filled with various things like bowling, or language lessons, or band practice sessions. The point is : I was extremely active.

Flash forward and now not only am I about 15 pounds heavier but I am in this pain all the time.  Actually, I’m smiling right now because the whole situation is actually kind of humorous. I saw a commercial today for Rhematoid Arthritis (which I DO NOT have… I don’t think…) where it said “Okay you’re not the same person, but who are you going to be now…”

And I guess that’s the thing. Who am I going to be now? I may not be able to run marathons or surf but I have to re-define who I am.

Okay so I watched “Regis and Kelly” and “The View” while Gazelle-ing. And those are two very very chick shows but not so much that I can’t watch them. I cannot stand Soap Operas, that is way too much girlie girl stuff, and I don’t like Desperate Housewives or Grey’s Anatomy either. But shows like R and K and Oprah and Ellen I can watch.

Anyway, there wasn’t anything memorable about either show except Whoopi is pretty cool as Moderator. Sherri and Liz are still as annoying as ever. I always hated Star Jones, and I guess Joy is the only original one left. I used to dig Meredith Viera, and I thought Rosie was a lot of fun.

Okay I’m gonna go have dinner now. It’s kind of a weird dinner. But I love it. I mix tofu and veggies like some kind of weird egg”less” salad and I mix it with mustard and mayo (fat free) and some Splenda and maybe seasoning and it’s like a… like I said it’s sort of like egg salad. I really like it but I’m sure a lot of people would think it’s gross. To each his (or her) own.

—Matt

—at some point. I could not make it last night. As a matter of fact, I gave in super-duper easy last night. I didn’t put up a fight… no “Maybe I shouldn’t do this…” “Maybe I’m not hungry…” “Maybe I should consider stapling my mouth shut…”

Nope. Nada. I went right to the kitchen and started eating.

It would be very easy for me to punish myself today and over-do my exercise or undereat. But I’m not. I lost seven pounds that one week and I did not take any shortcuts. I ate healthy meals three hours apart, I exercised, I stayed active and I established an Eating Cut-Off Time. The ECOT. And now this week I have not adhered to that.

But I am sitting here Blogging dutifully. I walked the 2 Mile DVD and then I did The Biggest Loser Strength workout. My son woke up very early so I got him out of his crib and got him some juice and he watched me workout and helped me a little. He wanted to lift the weights too so he was holding one of the 3 pound weights we have which i think is pretty impressive for a 21 month old. I was only worried he would drop it on his bare feet but he didn’t.

Anyway. I am inspired by blogs like Marge’s Blog and Lena M where they are so encouraging about the night time snacking and bingeing. But I have not been able to conquer it yet.

BUT! As long as I’m still alive and breathing there is time to change! It’s a new day (and a new night to try again!)

—Matt