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My throat is burning, really bad. I think this might be acid reflux, but I've never gotten it diagnosed. It's usually pretty ignorable, an early sign of Awake. By association, I kinda like it. This though, ow. I took some Pepto, but that's just dulled it from a 4-alarm fire to a 3-alarm one. I'll give it some more time before I start shaking down the internet for home remedies.
I know it's probably only a fortnight or so until I get a circadian rhythm again, but this is so fucking annoying. It refuses all attempts to be predictable or tameable. I have a friend coming by to hang out with me in about 30 hours. I have no idea if I'll be able to wake in time to get ready, or if I'll be a cranky cunt when she's around. She's not a lover or a prospective, so she can't do as Tiger's last many visits and just slip into bed to nap with the never-awake me.
Why be awake when I have company, when there's so much fun to be had at 6am the day before?
I've contemplated going to bed several times over the last few hours, but I'm nervous about waking the slumbering Coyote. Or being a tossing-turning wench. Or both!
I've been to the gym five times in nearly two weeks. It's a good place, I'm glad I belong. I don't feel stared at for being one of the few fat folks. I'm mainly self-conscious about not knowing how to work many of the machines and toys. Things have changed a lot since the Weight Training unit in gym class in, what, 1991 or so? I guess I should've had the personal trainer go through more of them with me in my one free session, but most of the ones that confound me are ones I'm not strong enough to try yet.
I'm glad I was brave enough to do something called an arc trainer last visit. A mere 15 minutes of cardio completely kicked my ass, but eh, I haven't walked the Boulevard once this autumn. Yet.
I should note some clever things the trainer told me, before I forget them. She frowned at my plan of aiming for 3 gym visits a week this month, 4 a week in November, 5 a week in December. It's not the gym that's important, it's just exercise- and you can get more out of even walking by tensing your core and/or squeezing each butt muscle as you move. Just walking at a faster clip will help. She's totally right, I mosey at a pace that annoys both of my menfolk. It'd be nice for both me and them if I could push myself faster.
She taught me several bodyweight exercises that I can do at home. Planking and pushups can be good measures of my overall fitness, she said. I dunno, I think I'll build my pecs with dumbbell flies and various machines for awhile. Pushups from my knees don't feel like anything, though I doubt I'm strong enough to go from my feet. My belly gets in the way.
I'm longing to do barbell exercises with the strong men, but I don't know if I can even handle the bare bars. I really want to try the Barre Conditioning classes, but my cardio stamina is so short. I'm thinking of going anyway, and letting the instructor know that I'm weak and will have to go half-time for some parts. I have no idea how much of that class will be like ballet and how much like aerobics with pointed toes. I don't even know whether I should have ballet shoes with me.
I'll find out when I'm ready to try it. I'll probably go for yoga first.
I'm liking how my tastes are already changing. Juices and fruit taste delicious to me! My muscles are probably loving that fructose. All forms of protein are even yummier than usual. I really should start buying refried beans and the like, have a wide variety of proteins on hand. For now, I'm a fiend for milk and cheeses. I always seem to forget how exercise makes healthy eating easy, 'cause simple foods are what I want. It's generally the sushi that I'm eyeing longingly when I'm staggering around the grocery store in search of a cheap post-workout snack.
Protein powders and the like are probably in my future, but I'll hold off 'til I'm having a hard time staying satisfied with the amount of food we normally buy. Those things are both gross and expensive, and I'll need to research them. I need to tap the brains of dudes who lift for so much, and that's not a familiar perspective. To the internets! To the library! To the Book of Faces!
Maybe to bed, first. Yaysleep.
I know it's probably only a fortnight or so until I get a circadian rhythm again, but this is so fucking annoying. It refuses all attempts to be predictable or tameable. I have a friend coming by to hang out with me in about 30 hours. I have no idea if I'll be able to wake in time to get ready, or if I'll be a cranky cunt when she's around. She's not a lover or a prospective, so she can't do as Tiger's last many visits and just slip into bed to nap with the never-awake me.
Why be awake when I have company, when there's so much fun to be had at 6am the day before?
I've contemplated going to bed several times over the last few hours, but I'm nervous about waking the slumbering Coyote. Or being a tossing-turning wench. Or both!
I've been to the gym five times in nearly two weeks. It's a good place, I'm glad I belong. I don't feel stared at for being one of the few fat folks. I'm mainly self-conscious about not knowing how to work many of the machines and toys. Things have changed a lot since the Weight Training unit in gym class in, what, 1991 or so? I guess I should've had the personal trainer go through more of them with me in my one free session, but most of the ones that confound me are ones I'm not strong enough to try yet.
I'm glad I was brave enough to do something called an arc trainer last visit. A mere 15 minutes of cardio completely kicked my ass, but eh, I haven't walked the Boulevard once this autumn. Yet.
I should note some clever things the trainer told me, before I forget them. She frowned at my plan of aiming for 3 gym visits a week this month, 4 a week in November, 5 a week in December. It's not the gym that's important, it's just exercise- and you can get more out of even walking by tensing your core and/or squeezing each butt muscle as you move. Just walking at a faster clip will help. She's totally right, I mosey at a pace that annoys both of my menfolk. It'd be nice for both me and them if I could push myself faster.
She taught me several bodyweight exercises that I can do at home. Planking and pushups can be good measures of my overall fitness, she said. I dunno, I think I'll build my pecs with dumbbell flies and various machines for awhile. Pushups from my knees don't feel like anything, though I doubt I'm strong enough to go from my feet. My belly gets in the way.
I'm longing to do barbell exercises with the strong men, but I don't know if I can even handle the bare bars. I really want to try the Barre Conditioning classes, but my cardio stamina is so short. I'm thinking of going anyway, and letting the instructor know that I'm weak and will have to go half-time for some parts. I have no idea how much of that class will be like ballet and how much like aerobics with pointed toes. I don't even know whether I should have ballet shoes with me.
I'll find out when I'm ready to try it. I'll probably go for yoga first.
I'm liking how my tastes are already changing. Juices and fruit taste delicious to me! My muscles are probably loving that fructose. All forms of protein are even yummier than usual. I really should start buying refried beans and the like, have a wide variety of proteins on hand. For now, I'm a fiend for milk and cheeses. I always seem to forget how exercise makes healthy eating easy, 'cause simple foods are what I want. It's generally the sushi that I'm eyeing longingly when I'm staggering around the grocery store in search of a cheap post-workout snack.
Protein powders and the like are probably in my future, but I'll hold off 'til I'm having a hard time staying satisfied with the amount of food we normally buy. Those things are both gross and expensive, and I'll need to research them. I need to tap the brains of dudes who lift for so much, and that's not a familiar perspective. To the internets! To the library! To the Book of Faces!
Maybe to bed, first. Yaysleep.