Ow. Hurty.
So. Yesterday, the new trainer did an upper body workout. Today, I hurt. A lot.
Today I also pried my sorry butt out of bed and went for something resembling a run before work. I did not go very far. This will improve with continued effort.
Tomorrow, I go back to the gym where the trainer will have a resistance workout plan for me. We will go over this plan, and I am to do that on my own at least one day a week. Following this, I will meet with the trainer at 7 AM on Mondays and Thursdays, and on Saturday come in and do the aforementioned weight training workout. Days not in the gym, either bike rides or runs are to happen, at least in theory. Also, keep a food notebook.
It's all kind of a drag - and I predict that for a while will be at best uncomfortable. Where I do hurt today, the change in my schedule has been harder. I know the muscle soreness will pass, where getting up at quarter to six (and going to bed by ten to accommodate that) will always suck. I know the discipline will be good for me, and once the initial pains pass the excercise will also be immensely beneficial.
Food's one of those things. I'm fat and it's becuase I eat badly and don't do enough. Nobody can change that but me. I weighed in at 266 pounds the other day. This is not the heaviest I've ever been, and yes I am tall etc etc, but it's still all kinds of not good.
Even so, my current situation means that I'm not entirely in control of my diet. Those things I can control, though, are critical. I live with my aunt, and she does most of the cooking; she's bad at it, and it's driven me to eat dinners out often. I'm not good about preparing my own lunch, and so I've been relying on the kind of icky cafeteria offerings which are often... less than desirable, nutritionally speaking. And there's also convenience stores, coffee shops, and vending machines. All of these things are in my control. I do not *deserve* a 700 calorie packet of cookies, I don't have to buy a donut when I stop for a mocha. I can eat at home instead of cramming down a 900 calorie Taco Del Mar burrito, and should try to bring my lunch at least *some* of the time. And just taking the time to write down what I'm eating has often served as a very effective tool for curbing the amount of crap I stuff into my maw, even without tabulating calories.
Today I also pried my sorry butt out of bed and went for something resembling a run before work. I did not go very far. This will improve with continued effort.
Tomorrow, I go back to the gym where the trainer will have a resistance workout plan for me. We will go over this plan, and I am to do that on my own at least one day a week. Following this, I will meet with the trainer at 7 AM on Mondays and Thursdays, and on Saturday come in and do the aforementioned weight training workout. Days not in the gym, either bike rides or runs are to happen, at least in theory. Also, keep a food notebook.
It's all kind of a drag - and I predict that for a while will be at best uncomfortable. Where I do hurt today, the change in my schedule has been harder. I know the muscle soreness will pass, where getting up at quarter to six (and going to bed by ten to accommodate that) will always suck. I know the discipline will be good for me, and once the initial pains pass the excercise will also be immensely beneficial.
Food's one of those things. I'm fat and it's becuase I eat badly and don't do enough. Nobody can change that but me. I weighed in at 266 pounds the other day. This is not the heaviest I've ever been, and yes I am tall etc etc, but it's still all kinds of not good.
Even so, my current situation means that I'm not entirely in control of my diet. Those things I can control, though, are critical. I live with my aunt, and she does most of the cooking; she's bad at it, and it's driven me to eat dinners out often. I'm not good about preparing my own lunch, and so I've been relying on the kind of icky cafeteria offerings which are often... less than desirable, nutritionally speaking. And there's also convenience stores, coffee shops, and vending machines. All of these things are in my control. I do not *deserve* a 700 calorie packet of cookies, I don't have to buy a donut when I stop for a mocha. I can eat at home instead of cramming down a 900 calorie Taco Del Mar burrito, and should try to bring my lunch at least *some* of the time. And just taking the time to write down what I'm eating has often served as a very effective tool for curbing the amount of crap I stuff into my maw, even without tabulating calories.