vandal1023
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Well. First off, I'm so computer illiterate, it's a little disgusting, so hopefully I've done this journal thing correctly.
Anyway, I decided I'd start a journal when I had something to report and I've actually finally gotten off my ass.
So, I got up this morning at ate an apple. Which sounds kind of dumb, but I wake up at 6 and don't have 'breakfast' until 3. So, I figured 'huzzah for that, while I'm at it I might as well do some exercising too'. And if that wasn't depressing... gross.
But to make things better (not) I took 'before' pictures. I thought I'd be able to post them, but maybe when I have some 'after-esque' pictures to post with them. Just can't put those up here yet
Either way, I have nearly a full gym in my basement that hasn't been used in, forever, except for by Vandal, one of my dogs, which made exercising funny. I hopped on the treadmill and had my feet on the side bars, waiting for it to warm up. I'd forgotten that I taught Vandal to run on the treadmill (so I didn't have to take him for a walk, oh my GOSH, if that's not a little motivation....). Vandal jumped right on in between my legs and went for a nice little jaunt... until I kicked him off.
So, anyway, the actual stuff I guess:
I...
'race walked' for 10 minutes at a small incline (.52 miles)
recumbent biked for 10 minutes (2.2 miles)
and very poorly jump roped (37 'reps'... partially due to lack of coordination but mostly because I'm in the worst shape of my life).
then I did some crunches on one of those exercise ball things
2 sets of 12 just straight up, and one set of 12 to each side (the ones where you bring your left shoulder to your right knee and visa-versa).
This whole 'getting in shape' thing is a little daunting. I've always had these 'battling sides' about it. On one hand it's not my style, I like giving of the impression that I just don't care, I like being able to do what I want which includes not exercising if I don't feel like it and eating whatever I want. At the same time I was encouraged to stay big. My good friends a little heavy (well, at 18 he weighs about 250) and he hates the idea of me not being in the 'fat club' with him. Also, my partner until very recently didn't want me losing weight, apparently if I lost weight I'd be pretty and be able to find someone better. Luckily I'm not putting up with that crap anymore.
I'm committed to this thing now though, I don't have any reason not to do it, between my 'fat club friend' moving cross country, losing that lame partner, and developing new interests which would be much more fun and far less difficult if I were in shape (backpacking, urban exploring). So, I'm all in I guess. Hopefully soon I'll have good news to share with everyone.
Also, sorry for the long winded-ness. I appreciate you suffering all the way through though.
-Liz
Anyway, I decided I'd start a journal when I had something to report and I've actually finally gotten off my ass.
So, I got up this morning at ate an apple. Which sounds kind of dumb, but I wake up at 6 and don't have 'breakfast' until 3. So, I figured 'huzzah for that, while I'm at it I might as well do some exercising too'. And if that wasn't depressing... gross.
But to make things better (not) I took 'before' pictures. I thought I'd be able to post them, but maybe when I have some 'after-esque' pictures to post with them. Just can't put those up here yet
Either way, I have nearly a full gym in my basement that hasn't been used in, forever, except for by Vandal, one of my dogs, which made exercising funny. I hopped on the treadmill and had my feet on the side bars, waiting for it to warm up. I'd forgotten that I taught Vandal to run on the treadmill (so I didn't have to take him for a walk, oh my GOSH, if that's not a little motivation....). Vandal jumped right on in between my legs and went for a nice little jaunt... until I kicked him off.
So, anyway, the actual stuff I guess:
I...
'race walked' for 10 minutes at a small incline (.52 miles)
recumbent biked for 10 minutes (2.2 miles)
and very poorly jump roped (37 'reps'... partially due to lack of coordination but mostly because I'm in the worst shape of my life).
then I did some crunches on one of those exercise ball things
2 sets of 12 just straight up, and one set of 12 to each side (the ones where you bring your left shoulder to your right knee and visa-versa).
This whole 'getting in shape' thing is a little daunting. I've always had these 'battling sides' about it. On one hand it's not my style, I like giving of the impression that I just don't care, I like being able to do what I want which includes not exercising if I don't feel like it and eating whatever I want. At the same time I was encouraged to stay big. My good friends a little heavy (well, at 18 he weighs about 250) and he hates the idea of me not being in the 'fat club' with him. Also, my partner until very recently didn't want me losing weight, apparently if I lost weight I'd be pretty and be able to find someone better. Luckily I'm not putting up with that crap anymore.
I'm committed to this thing now though, I don't have any reason not to do it, between my 'fat club friend' moving cross country, losing that lame partner, and developing new interests which would be much more fun and far less difficult if I were in shape (backpacking, urban exploring). So, I'm all in I guess. Hopefully soon I'll have good news to share with everyone.
Also, sorry for the long winded-ness. I appreciate you suffering all the way through though.
-Liz