Thursday, November 7, 2013
No one can do a more effective facepalm than Jean-Luc Picard, and in my case, he's doing it for good reason. I'm off the wagon- way, WAY off- and have actually gotten a lot worse. I'm going to follow the formula I had set up last year, but try to do it
It's been a long time since I've done anything that even slightly smelled of exercise. It's terrible, really. I am signed up online to do the Runner's World Holiday Run Streak. The idea is to run every day, at least one mile, from Thanksgiving to New Year's Day. I think this is something I can legitimately accomplish. Even if it's just a single solitary mile- it'll be up and off the sofa. I need to fit in some strength training as well. It's all going to be about time management, but that should get better starting the 20th. I'm leaving my current call center job and starting an IT job as a data center tech. Big step in my career, and one that I'm excited about. I'll schedule my workouts around my new work schedule.
I need to go back to my Hobbit Schedule- 6-7 meals a day, about 200-300 calories each, depending on my workout that day. Shouldn't be too terrible hard. The Hubster had a health scare and now has to adjust his own diet, which will make my changes a little easier to handle. He's not to a vegan state, but who knows- maybe he'll want to join me on a ovo-lacto-veggie diet.
"One step at a time, I get to make positive choices to fulfill my dreams!"
4. BITS AND PIECES:
I'm nervous about starting my new job. I'm not the most techy person, but they are willing to train me as long as I'm willing to learn. I'm sewing a little bit, and knitting- I have a scarf on my needles that looks like the carpet in the original Shining movie that is giving me fits- and am trying to fit in things to sell in the shop. I'm also doing the National Novel Writing Month challenge- can't say I've written anything, though.
5. WEIGH IN:
This is where I'm not happy. I looked into bariatric surgery and had to do a weigh in- 217. Can you believe it? I about cried when I saw the scale. I honestly have not weighed myself since, and it's been 5 weeks. Five weeks of not paying any attention to what I was eating, which means I KNOW I'm a lot heavier. I'll weigh myself in the morning, and plot a plan from there. The Hubster is talking about taking a vacation to Ireland next year, since we will be making enough money to start saving for it. I want to be at my goal weight by the time we get there. It's doable. I hope.