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A narrative of my journeys with diet, exercise, and various healthcare professionals

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Con Crud

I feel pretty asstastic. Queasy, sore throat, drainage, dry eyes. I think I must’ve caught the Con Crud at Youmacon this weekend or something. I haven’t felt like eating all day, and I nearly went to bed at 9pm tonight, just because I felt like it.

Con Crud. AKA Convention Flu. Notorious for striking convention-goers after they have returned from said convention. Con Crud does not discriminate; it can strike con-goers of anime conventions, sci-fi conventions, basically any convention with a massive amount of people in an enclosed space for a weekend’s time.

I assume that’s what I’ve got, anyway.

I’m fading fast, but I need to go clean up my candlemaking mess before I go to bed. Ugh.

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Patting Myself on the Back

I’ve kept track of my weight in Excel ever since December of 2002. Yep, I’m in it for the long haul.

It does me good sometimes to remember how far I’ve come, and how good I’ve managed to stay, for the most part. I lost fifty, gained ten, and lost ten again.

Also: look where the big post-loss gains are. Christmas 2004 and Thanksgiving/Christmas 2005. Tell ya something? Tells me that I don’t work off that holiday hogging, and I let it get the best of me instead. I’m all for enjoying Christmas dinner with Aaron’s family, and even eating “evil” foods like stuffing and sweet potatoes and dessert (OMG sausage cake!). This year, though, I need to be all for ramping up the workouts the week afterward, too.

Just a quick pick-me-up pep talk, and a reminder that I don’t suck. Now I need to walk my talk.

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Head Cold Update

Got a sore throat last week. Started taking medication to head it off at the proverbial pass. Nasal spray, Theraflu, Mucinex, generic Meijer severe cold tablets, and plain old tea with honey.

Had a couple days of runny nose, some hoarseness, but nothing too serious. Thought I’d successfully fought it off.

Yesterday and today, I was SO exhausted. I can breathe, sure, and I can speak and hear fine, but I’m dead tired. Hence the lack of substantial blogging. And the fact that I posted my podcast a day late, since I couldn’t make myself focus on editing yesterday.

I was so tired this morning, I declared a do-over. I called in late to work, went back to bed for 15 minutes, then got up and started my morning over. Sure, I had to take a short lunch today, and will again tomorrow, but I think it was worth it. I actually felt pretty good until the evening, when I really started to crash.

Speaking of… it’s totally time for bed.

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I Grow Weary of Weekly Diet Updates

Maybe I just had a bad week. Maybe it’s because it’s almost “that” time of month. Either way, I gained steadily over the course of the week, and lost a lot of ground. I’m hoping it’s only cyclical, but it still gets me down.

I’m not saying “screw the diet,” but I’m saying screw the updates. It’s disheartening to post every damn week and see fucking nothing happening. Whatever.

I’m not journaling my food intake this week, but I’m addicted to daily weigh-ins now. I’ll keep up with my weight chart in Excel, but… meh. I get so excited when I’m doing well (like, the two weeks before this past week), but I take huge steps backward when I’m not doing so well.

Whatever. My 2006 New Years Resolution has gone to shit.

Reference earlier post about my piss-tastic mood today. I’m gonna see if I can make myself go to bed early.

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Eureka Moment

Last night, I was standing naked in the bathroom, having just brushed my teeth before bed. The door was partially closed (probably thanks to the cat), so I saw my reflection in the full-length mirror mounted to the back of said door as I turned to head back into the bedroom.

I’m used to looking at myself either in profile or straight-on — or just looking down my front from my normal, real-life, non-mirror perspective — so seeing myself reflected back at an oblique angle kind of threw me for a second. I saw how much closer my stomach is to being almost-flat, and how much my gut has really deflated. It didn’t look like me.

It was cool.

I still wouldn’t win any pageants or anything, but I can at least tell that I’m closer to my goal. Sometimes you just have to look at things from a different perspective, I guess.