If dog years are a thing, how about dog kilograms?
I dragged myself to the gym today, for the first time after many months of complete and utter neglect. I was prepared not to like what I'd find - after all, I haven't been able to cycle to work in over a year, and haven't adapted my eating habits in the least - and I really, really didn't.
Well, not all of it was horrible. I did okay on the excercise bike, for fifteen minutes each before and after the workout, almost managed to match my "speed" from before I stopped going. I had to lower the weights on all of the machines, though. Well, except for the one that apparently trains muscles I use to lug around a gigantic, heavy baby at work. A loss of some of my never-stellar performance was to be expected, of course, and I also knew I had gained weight. I just didn't know how much.
*drumroll*
As of today, I am officially the heaviest I have ever been, weighing in at a whopping 116.4 kilograms. This doesn't mean much, unless you know that I'm only 3/4 human height, somewhere just above 150 cm. My ID says 155, but that was only some police lady's guess when I was 18 and needed a passport very quickly. So, let me put that weight in perspective for you: I'm almost exactly twice what my friend T weighs, who is a good head taller than me, or, if that still doesn't help, about as heavy as a newborn African elephant. This is why I hate numbers.
So, while I don't usually believe in standing on scales, this only confirms all the things I've been starting to notice about my body, and especially my knees. Climbing stairs hurts like a mofo, when I walk sometimes something inside the knee slips on top of something else and hurts, sitting on the floor for too long hurts, standing in one place for too long hurts, and generally I'm just one big hurt-fest.
So the logical conclusion is to lose weight. I'm notoriously bad at this, but will give it a whirl anyway, because I'm self-employed now and can't afford having to have my knees replaced or some other bullshit just because I have no discipline. To that end, I will do three things:
Go to the gym at least twice a week
Eat less
Do my own cooking (as opposed to living on shawarma and tinned soups and cheese in everything)
If you happen to have any suggestions - recipes, ideas for excercise that don't involve the gym ot my knees, how to motivate myself, anything - that you think might work, please help a girl out and let me know.
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Well, not all of it was horrible. I did okay on the excercise bike, for fifteen minutes each before and after the workout, almost managed to match my "speed" from before I stopped going. I had to lower the weights on all of the machines, though. Well, except for the one that apparently trains muscles I use to lug around a gigantic, heavy baby at work. A loss of some of my never-stellar performance was to be expected, of course, and I also knew I had gained weight. I just didn't know how much.
*drumroll*
As of today, I am officially the heaviest I have ever been, weighing in at a whopping 116.4 kilograms. This doesn't mean much, unless you know that I'm only 3/4 human height, somewhere just above 150 cm. My ID says 155, but that was only some police lady's guess when I was 18 and needed a passport very quickly. So, let me put that weight in perspective for you: I'm almost exactly twice what my friend T weighs, who is a good head taller than me, or, if that still doesn't help, about as heavy as a newborn African elephant. This is why I hate numbers.
So, while I don't usually believe in standing on scales, this only confirms all the things I've been starting to notice about my body, and especially my knees. Climbing stairs hurts like a mofo, when I walk sometimes something inside the knee slips on top of something else and hurts, sitting on the floor for too long hurts, standing in one place for too long hurts, and generally I'm just one big hurt-fest.
So the logical conclusion is to lose weight. I'm notoriously bad at this, but will give it a whirl anyway, because I'm self-employed now and can't afford having to have my knees replaced or some other bullshit just because I have no discipline. To that end, I will do three things:
Go to the gym at least twice a week
Eat less
Do my own cooking (as opposed to living on shawarma and tinned soups and cheese in everything)
If you happen to have any suggestions - recipes, ideas for excercise that don't involve the gym ot my knees, how to motivate myself, anything - that you think might work, please help a girl out and let me know.
This entry was originally posted at http://dirtyzucchini.dreamwidth.org/44532.html. Please comment there using OpenID.