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Ahhhhh . . . that's better. In addition to the walking and lifting that's part of a normal laundry/shopping day, I got into AC's pool and swam laps for about half an hour yesterday. My body is mildly achy all over, but not ow-hurts-can't-move. I may go for a walk later, or I may just do a few situps and pushups. Either way, the waist measurement is on both calendars, in a month I'll measure again. My "get-more-muscley" thing is under way.
Worked really well last time, I lost four inches in three months: then I found out I was really really moving and I stopped wanting to do anything at all. Still not sure how we managed that move without Coyote killing me.
My regimen is to exercise a lot: and in fun, nonrepetitive ways. Right now, I'm consciously focused on eating more vaguely healthy food. I'm not cutting/counting calories, because in a few weeks I'll desperately need them. And I'll still be losing flesh. So don't worry about tempting me or whatever, I'm planning on shoving a ton of food in my face at the BBQ on Saturday. I may be eating more meat than, say, potato chips, but I'm not going to ban myself from eating any particular food. That never works with me, and it isn't necessary. In a few weeks, I'll start craving healthy stuff more often than junk.
I had a great day out with ezrarashke, but lunch was odd. The sunlight on my back made me overwarm, and I had barely any apetite. I felt foolish and unhealthy, picking at a salad whilst Ezra ate heartily. Obviously, my metabolism was in need of a kick in the ass. And I slept like a baby last night and all morning.
It's kind of an odd thought, that if I manage to keep it up for 10 months (assuming a continued pace of about an inch per month), I might possibly become like I was just after I got my curves. That would be weird and wonderful, kind of a restart. Back to the body of the adolescent sitting in the doctor's office at 15, listening in shock while the doctor looked at one of those stupid charts and said, "I'm sorry, but you're overweight. You ought to weigh the same as you did before you got curvy hips."
That was just bad. She gave me a magazine for chubby teens that encouraged crash dieting and other really unhealthy things. I tried everything: all sorts of diet pills, Slim-Fast and its vomitrocious shakes, the form of bulimia that was binge and fast (instead of puking, I'd not eat for a few days) . . . and everything just ended up making me gain flesh, in the long run. It wasn't until college, until reading Naomi Wolf and other image-conscious feminists that I started to feel OK about myself and my body again. And the real ease of mind came when I got a physical from a doctor in Hawaii, in preparation for studying abroad in Australia. She told me that I wasn't overweight . . . and at that point, I was a good 20-40 pounds heavier than I'd been at 15!
Well, I'm doing my best to look for jobs that I can bike to. I feel pretty good just for starting exercising again, soon I'll feel sexy enough to go clubbing. I do miss Hell and Man Ray. They're both non-smoking now, woo-hoo! And my first club, The Limelight in NYC, is open again! I think it's a different owner and perhaps a different name, but it's still a club in an old church, and I bet there's still a make-out pew or two around. :D
Worked really well last time, I lost four inches in three months: then I found out I was really really moving and I stopped wanting to do anything at all. Still not sure how we managed that move without Coyote killing me.
My regimen is to exercise a lot: and in fun, nonrepetitive ways. Right now, I'm consciously focused on eating more vaguely healthy food. I'm not cutting/counting calories, because in a few weeks I'll desperately need them. And I'll still be losing flesh. So don't worry about tempting me or whatever, I'm planning on shoving a ton of food in my face at the BBQ on Saturday. I may be eating more meat than, say, potato chips, but I'm not going to ban myself from eating any particular food. That never works with me, and it isn't necessary. In a few weeks, I'll start craving healthy stuff more often than junk.
I had a great day out with ezrarashke, but lunch was odd. The sunlight on my back made me overwarm, and I had barely any apetite. I felt foolish and unhealthy, picking at a salad whilst Ezra ate heartily. Obviously, my metabolism was in need of a kick in the ass. And I slept like a baby last night and all morning.
It's kind of an odd thought, that if I manage to keep it up for 10 months (assuming a continued pace of about an inch per month), I might possibly become like I was just after I got my curves. That would be weird and wonderful, kind of a restart. Back to the body of the adolescent sitting in the doctor's office at 15, listening in shock while the doctor looked at one of those stupid charts and said, "I'm sorry, but you're overweight. You ought to weigh the same as you did before you got curvy hips."
That was just bad. She gave me a magazine for chubby teens that encouraged crash dieting and other really unhealthy things. I tried everything: all sorts of diet pills, Slim-Fast and its vomitrocious shakes, the form of bulimia that was binge and fast (instead of puking, I'd not eat for a few days) . . . and everything just ended up making me gain flesh, in the long run. It wasn't until college, until reading Naomi Wolf and other image-conscious feminists that I started to feel OK about myself and my body again. And the real ease of mind came when I got a physical from a doctor in Hawaii, in preparation for studying abroad in Australia. She told me that I wasn't overweight . . . and at that point, I was a good 20-40 pounds heavier than I'd been at 15!
Well, I'm doing my best to look for jobs that I can bike to. I feel pretty good just for starting exercising again, soon I'll feel sexy enough to go clubbing. I do miss Hell and Man Ray. They're both non-smoking now, woo-hoo! And my first club, The Limelight in NYC, is open again! I think it's a different owner and perhaps a different name, but it's still a club in an old church, and I bet there's still a make-out pew or two around. :D