Our Weight Watchers meetings are on Monday afternoons. Since yesterday was MLK, we won’t have a meeting this week. Out of a desire for consistency, I rely on only their scales, so no weigh in until next Monday. Instead, I have something far more concrete to celebrate than a number on a scale.
I’m out of notches on my belt.
Since I’ve started this, every so often the pants would slip down just a bit too much and i’d ratchet in another notch. I went to do that this morning, and suddenly found myself on the last hole, in the good direction. And for the first time counted – 5. I’ve come in 5 belt notches, and I have to bunch the waistband of the pants.
And more, I’m completely surprised how big this feels to me.
Yay, me. I feel special today!
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Meditations at 3.3 Miles
There’s a certain amount of quasi-religious inspiration one finds drifting through one’s mind at times, a certain oneness with the universe one senses at fatalistic moments.
I am on an edeavor for health, probably the most notable part of which is an attempt to shed in excess of 100 lbs I really shouldn’t be carrying. I have been addressing diet so far, and the time has come to also address physical activity. I got the Wii Fit, but my doctor has also been going on at me about the benefits of simply getting off my ass and going for a walk, and has particularly been pushing a 10,000 step a day program (which turns out to be amazingly popular).
10,000 steps works out, depending on the length of one’s stride, to be “about five miles”. So it is that I google-mapped a 5 mile lap from my front door, back to my front door. These are some of my thoughts along the way.
- getting up and moving feels GREAT!
- I forgot how good trees and fresh air smell
- I feel healthier already
- Google Maps is a %$#!* liar – “walking route” does not mean I want to be sent up a grown-over deer path that forks off of a tractor path, that itself forks off of someone’s personal driveway
- complete with real-life deer and like-a-little-girl screaming
- the deer, I mean. The deer screamed like a little girl. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.
- getting up and moving is overrated
- Christ, how does google know about this deer path, anyway? What’s the next service, BambiNav?
- ahh, pavement sweet pavHOLYSHITDIVEFORYOURLIFE!!
- I hadn’t realized how busy this road had become. Or how fast. Or that the state had given up completely on enforcing easement. How am I supposed to stay out of traffic when your fence posts are touching asphalt?
- OMG, dead thing… so much for the smell of fresh air
- no, seriously, “I thought they smelled bad on the outside” is supposed to be a joke, not a rule
- perhaps I should build up to 5 miles instead of just starting there all at once. If I turn back now…
- oh. Past the halfway point. Soooo, I want to be done, but the shortest way out is to finish the lap. Fan-friggin-tastic.
- no, seriously seriously, how much area does the smell of dead thing need to claim?
- it’s not the walking so much, it’s the shoes… if I’m going to do this I really have to invest in some better shoes that fit more snugly. That little bit of squirm that you get with normal street shoes will cause blisters. Ask how I know.
- maybe 5 1-mile laps would’ve been more advisable than 1 5-mile lap…
- OK, walking the shoulder of a major 4-lane is just as scary as no shoulder at all on a back road and deer path ambushes
- … but the big truck screamed like a little girl, too
- getting up and moving is a dirty stinking lie. I think my doctor is trying to kill me.
- OMG, dead thing! The last dead thing at least had the decency to warn me by smelling bad
- I had no idea dead things could scream like little girls
- I find it remarkable that not one person could be bothered to stop and check on a screaming fat man trudging up the shoulder of a busy road
- … in the dark. Note to self, assuming the jury aquits me of the justifiable homicide of a particular physician, should I ever find myself doing this again I probably should bring a flashlight.
- holycrap, holycrapholycrapholycrap, traffic is even scarier in the dark
- I had no idea I was scared of the dark
- thank god, home again! That’s the last time I fall for that go for a walk malarky
- I wonder if tomorrow is too soon to try again?
Navel Gazing
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There’s been an inconsistency in my Weight Watcher’s weigh-ins over the past couple of weeks that I’m not going to bother detailing… because in the grand scheme it doesn’t matter. Today’s weigh-in is on track again with what it should have been all along.
May I have the envelope, please….. today’s milestone is:
16.8 lbs gone – that’s my 5%! Yay, me.
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