Eat that scone! (Eat it!)
It is now Sunday night and because I am afraid of my house I have decided to come to this coffee shop instead.
For the record, I am not dead. Just because my phone's been turned off the last couple weeks and I haven't been at the Outlook doesn't mean I'm dead, it just means I grew some sense.
I did go out last night on the Dorian's not dead world tour, which seemed very silly to me since I didn't know anyone out, and I wasn't remotely interested in making any new friends. Some particularly stupid guys tried to entice me with burger bites and I hate to say it people, but if good drugs aren't going to reel me in, some miniature piece of meat (hamburger or.. other) is hardly going to cut it.
I gave my regards to Christopher (still cute, damn him) and the rest of the kids at Old Town, long may it reign. They were out of my favorite bourbons, so I ended up with a bottle of Four Rose single barrel. Eh, there are worse things, but if I'd been prudent, I'd have waited til Tuesday to buy Eagle Rare. If I were less of a coward, I'd ask what happened to my last bottle, but I fear that ended up a sacrifice to some minor deity of rock. (If those too close to straight-edge pitches poured it out, goddammit it better have been on their boozer daddy's grave.) I shall give a review of the bourbon when I open it, should I ever get around to it. I haven't wanted to touch wine lately, I suppose the palette continues to move in different directions. Chris, oddly enough, has also switched to straight bourbon, something I never particularly wanted us to have in common.
I burned over 6000 calories at the gym this week, which is 1000 over the original goal, but I'm not raising the goal yet. I have to see how next week goes, and if I suffer serious burn-out from this week. Looking at the forecast for the week, my new plan is to be 2000 calories in by Wednesday, take Wednesday off, and then run outside on Thursday. I jogged 3 miles outside on Saturday but no further because the forecast claimed it would rain and I hadn't really dressed for it, plus it was supposed to be a light day. But I think Thursday will be at least 5 miles outdoors and then the elliptical machine at night. So 1000 tomorrow, 1000 Tuesday, 0 Wednesday, 1000 Thursday, And then 800 Friday, Saturday and Sunday. Theoretically. But one of those 1000 days will go over and one of the 800 days will be under and that's okay. I cannot seem to push myself like Carmen does, with her 1475 every day, hell or high water. I can't be on a treadmill for an hour, and I am bored out of my MIND by walking on one. I can spend maybe 40 minutes on an arc-trainer if I do it in 20 minute bursts but her mad exercise skills astound me. Ah well, we do what we can.
I had a very strange experience today spending a good bit of time talking with another one of the trainers, whom I know better than some but am certainly not friends with. We talked on more than one subject I wasn't comfortable with, and didn't really know what to do about. For starters, he badmouthed his boss and several of the other trainers he worked with. He was at least smart enough not to give any names of the latter, because I would have found a way to hurt him if he'd badmouthed Ryan. (Or easier than that, just told Ryan, who would have been more creative.) As for what he said about his boss, I've never had more than five words with him, so what he said could be completely accurate or not, I wouldn't know.
He's leaving soon, which is I'm sure why he felt free to be so derogatory towards his fellow staff, and I recognize that I don't exactly fall into the "typical member" category, since I now go to trainer social functions, but it was still a bad choice on his part. I don't mind people who talk shit if their opinion is qualified, but since I'm not a trainer, let alone a good trainer, how am I supposed to know if he knows what he's talking about? I do agree with him that a lot of trainers prioritize money over their clients' health to an extent - they allow them to remain at the same place in the mental exercise game, and don't encourage them to develop the discipline to exercise on their own. But eh, that's still speaking in very large generalizations. And it doesn't mean they're not helping them, they're just not helping them in ways *above and beyond* what they're hired for.
That was one of the conversations.
The other was about my posture, which I will be the first to admit, sucks. But it's gotten so much better, and will continue to improve. But he decided it was his place to give me advice and.. it wasn't. Bad enough he suggested I look at a new gym (Gold's is apparently opening a new actually posh locale that he'll probably be working at), but to know I have a trainer and give regimen advice was shady. I just don't know how tight he and Ryan are. If they're cool, then that's cool and he was just trying to be helpful, but I don't know if they are/he was or not. I don't know. I'm intrigued by the idea of a new gym, especially if it's close to my house and/or cheaper than Baptist. And it would get me away from Ryan, who is so good and so bad for me. I hate the idea of shutting him out, especially since he wouldn't understand why, but it may be that it's necessary.
But anyway, today was a weird day. I made a gigantic vegetable soup thing that will feed me for a week, along with my lean cuisines and frozen veggies. I am living cheap, which equates to vegetarian and healthy in the end. Damn straight. I have now lost 82 pounds, and move closer to the 12 week goal.
I feel good, I feel strong, I'm just not progressing on the running. But I will. Yes.
For the record, I am not dead. Just because my phone's been turned off the last couple weeks and I haven't been at the Outlook doesn't mean I'm dead, it just means I grew some sense.
I did go out last night on the Dorian's not dead world tour, which seemed very silly to me since I didn't know anyone out, and I wasn't remotely interested in making any new friends. Some particularly stupid guys tried to entice me with burger bites and I hate to say it people, but if good drugs aren't going to reel me in, some miniature piece of meat (hamburger or.. other) is hardly going to cut it.
I gave my regards to Christopher (still cute, damn him) and the rest of the kids at Old Town, long may it reign. They were out of my favorite bourbons, so I ended up with a bottle of Four Rose single barrel. Eh, there are worse things, but if I'd been prudent, I'd have waited til Tuesday to buy Eagle Rare. If I were less of a coward, I'd ask what happened to my last bottle, but I fear that ended up a sacrifice to some minor deity of rock. (If those too close to straight-edge pitches poured it out, goddammit it better have been on their boozer daddy's grave.) I shall give a review of the bourbon when I open it, should I ever get around to it. I haven't wanted to touch wine lately, I suppose the palette continues to move in different directions. Chris, oddly enough, has also switched to straight bourbon, something I never particularly wanted us to have in common.
I burned over 6000 calories at the gym this week, which is 1000 over the original goal, but I'm not raising the goal yet. I have to see how next week goes, and if I suffer serious burn-out from this week. Looking at the forecast for the week, my new plan is to be 2000 calories in by Wednesday, take Wednesday off, and then run outside on Thursday. I jogged 3 miles outside on Saturday but no further because the forecast claimed it would rain and I hadn't really dressed for it, plus it was supposed to be a light day. But I think Thursday will be at least 5 miles outdoors and then the elliptical machine at night. So 1000 tomorrow, 1000 Tuesday, 0 Wednesday, 1000 Thursday, And then 800 Friday, Saturday and Sunday. Theoretically. But one of those 1000 days will go over and one of the 800 days will be under and that's okay. I cannot seem to push myself like Carmen does, with her 1475 every day, hell or high water. I can't be on a treadmill for an hour, and I am bored out of my MIND by walking on one. I can spend maybe 40 minutes on an arc-trainer if I do it in 20 minute bursts but her mad exercise skills astound me. Ah well, we do what we can.
I had a very strange experience today spending a good bit of time talking with another one of the trainers, whom I know better than some but am certainly not friends with. We talked on more than one subject I wasn't comfortable with, and didn't really know what to do about. For starters, he badmouthed his boss and several of the other trainers he worked with. He was at least smart enough not to give any names of the latter, because I would have found a way to hurt him if he'd badmouthed Ryan. (Or easier than that, just told Ryan, who would have been more creative.) As for what he said about his boss, I've never had more than five words with him, so what he said could be completely accurate or not, I wouldn't know.
He's leaving soon, which is I'm sure why he felt free to be so derogatory towards his fellow staff, and I recognize that I don't exactly fall into the "typical member" category, since I now go to trainer social functions, but it was still a bad choice on his part. I don't mind people who talk shit if their opinion is qualified, but since I'm not a trainer, let alone a good trainer, how am I supposed to know if he knows what he's talking about? I do agree with him that a lot of trainers prioritize money over their clients' health to an extent - they allow them to remain at the same place in the mental exercise game, and don't encourage them to develop the discipline to exercise on their own. But eh, that's still speaking in very large generalizations. And it doesn't mean they're not helping them, they're just not helping them in ways *above and beyond* what they're hired for.
That was one of the conversations.
The other was about my posture, which I will be the first to admit, sucks. But it's gotten so much better, and will continue to improve. But he decided it was his place to give me advice and.. it wasn't. Bad enough he suggested I look at a new gym (Gold's is apparently opening a new actually posh locale that he'll probably be working at), but to know I have a trainer and give regimen advice was shady. I just don't know how tight he and Ryan are. If they're cool, then that's cool and he was just trying to be helpful, but I don't know if they are/he was or not. I don't know. I'm intrigued by the idea of a new gym, especially if it's close to my house and/or cheaper than Baptist. And it would get me away from Ryan, who is so good and so bad for me. I hate the idea of shutting him out, especially since he wouldn't understand why, but it may be that it's necessary.
But anyway, today was a weird day. I made a gigantic vegetable soup thing that will feed me for a week, along with my lean cuisines and frozen veggies. I am living cheap, which equates to vegetarian and healthy in the end. Damn straight. I have now lost 82 pounds, and move closer to the 12 week goal.
I feel good, I feel strong, I'm just not progressing on the running. But I will. Yes.