Oh, no. Nonononono. @Bourdain committed suicide. I’m floored.
Me Time
I’ve had worse days by far.
Still, after staying up until 11:30pm last night restoring my new phone (hooray for mobile insurance when your battery starts swelling up like Violet Beauregard), then getting the 2:30am “my foot hurts” wake-up call from my six-year-old, I was mighty lethargic today. Add to that the fact that I had intentionally NOT upgraded my phone to iOS 11 because I knew it would break some apps I loved… well, guess what OS my replacement came loaded with?
Yeah. Plus, my phone appears to no longer sync with the Kia UVO system. I’m still holding out hope that a reboot of my phone might actually correct the issue like the UVO system seems to think it will. If not, I guess I’ll either use Bluetooth or drive the other car. Or, you know, just listen to a CD, but that’s so 2002.
Anyway, I decided I deserved a little time for myself this evening. I sat quietly in the sunroom for 15 minutes before making dinner (because I had the time), then spent a half hour out in the garden after my son was (theoretically) asleep. I had meant to just read magazines in the sunroom and soak my feet, but dirt therapy worked just as well, and I got stuff accomplished to boot.
That fresh air does wonders.
Getting Back Under My Oh-Sh!t Weight
My lowest weight ever was 166 pounds, on April 16, 2016.
I hovered around 170 for the rest of that spring and summer. Come November, I started a slow and steady climb up the scale that wouldn’t quit until I reached my “Oh Shit” weight of 180 the following June.
Ever since then, I’ve been wavering around that Oh Shit weight, give or take a few pounds. I’ll have good weeks and not-so-good weeks, but the scale pretty much hovers in the same spot, on average. My Oh Shit weight has become more of a status quo, a fact of life. I live in my Oh Shit weight, so I may as well be comfortable with it.
This year has seen me regain some momentum in the right direction.
Return of Exercise Logging
Once upon a time, I used both Fitbit and DailyMile to log my fitness, for group classes and walks and runs and lifting and whatnot. Then I decided I was tired of logging things in multiple places, so I ditched DailyMile. With it, though, went any history of progress, as it included moods, free text, equipment, tagging, and other features that Fitbit doesn’t.
While I do track what I do and how much, I haven’t been tracking how it went. So, in an effort to a.) get my sorry butt to the fitness center more often and b.) remember what the heck I did there, I’m going to start logging the deets here.
For example, today’s kickboxing class was a good class overall — got my heart rate up, got in the zone — but since I’d tweaked my back while gardening on Saturday, I made sure to take the high impact stuff down a notch. Low-jacks instead of jumping jacks, normal squats instead of power squats, high-mark-time (marching-band style) instead of “jumping rope.” That doesn’t mean I took it easy, though: even when I was modifying moves, I tried never to phone it in. (We were all just about out of juice with 15 minutes still to go — including the instructor!)
I also noticed that my hip flexors were especially tight afterward, and I stretched as best I could after the traditional post-class ab crunch session.
Next time? Eat a better breakfast — a Pop-Tart and a latte didn’t cut it — and show up early enough to get my usual lower-body stretching done before class.
I’m kind of on a roll with weight loss and developing healthier habits. Let’s see if I can ramp up my activity, too.
Twitter Update: June 04, 2018 at 01:39PM
Augh! My work finally blocked my blog, under the category of Personal Blogs and Websites. I knew the day would come.