Overweight and doing something about it

Oh, the Agony of defeat, and I’m not just talking about my beloved Mavs, here.

Let’s start with Friday; Byron was cool, if you’re into golf (which I am not). Admittedly I had a couple of beers and decided hanging out at the beer tent was my best bet. The other option involved walking up and down the ‘hills’ and sweating off my make-up and attempting to hide armpit stains. I would estimate I walked three miles, if that’s possible, before retiring to the beer tent, because my legs were aching and my sebaceous glands were spewing oil faster than any oil rigs owned by Exxon. While at the area where lush-heads like myself congregate, and for a brief minute I thought I was on the Vegas strip. There were women passing out “business cards” with pictures of their nude bodies. Is this acceptable? I’m sorry, I thought I signed up to attend a respectable sporting event, not some prelude to a mud-wrestling match. I didn’t know this kind of stuff happened at golf events, at the NBA All-Star weekend, yes, but GOLF!? I’m so waiting for an ESPN Outside the Line story featuring some big named golfer and this mess that happens behind the scenes. The rest of the day was spent mingling with my friends and stuff I rather not share, because it may call into question my character as a decent human being, but damn I had so much fun

So on Saturday, I agreed to take part in a scholarship fundraising bowling event. Let me just say, I’m a horrible bowler; the last time I bowled my score was a 50. My scores dramatically improved to an average of 103. The event took place from 1-5 and I bowled the entire time, so if you burn 259 calories an hour bowling and I bowled for 4 hours, that means I burned 1,036 calories, wait that doesn’t sound right. Oh well, if in fact I did burn that many calories, it was negated by the fact that I consumed… ahem: nachos, one hot dog, a side of onion rings and two big-ass cups of diet Pepsi. Yes, I did and I’m not proud at all. I was pooped by all that bowling and I think was in bed by 9.

Finally, on Sunday I felt the need to be anti-social. I’m an introvert, really I am, and I really need to take time to be by myself and have minimal human contact. So it doesn’t help when my mother shows up unannounced at around 3. UGH, one downside of living in the same metroplex as your parents is unexpected visits. Sometimes I don’t mind, but on days like yesterday, it pissed me off. I love my mother, but she is one person I can only take in small doses, like for one hour a week. So imagine, my delight when she called a mere 2 hours after she left my place to let me know she was on her way back over to drop off a table clothe she just sewed. And then she invited me over for dinner tonight and kindly decline and suggested Wednesday.

I’ve decided to increase my cardio workout this week from 30 minutes to 45 minutes and decided to do strength training after work as oppose to lunchtime

Stay tuned.

Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall. — Confucius

Yes, people I’m off to the Byron Nelson Classic (Tournament, or Competition). There will be beer and hopefully, sunshine. Cheers!

Is there such a thing as too much exercise? Seriously, I ponder this question daily, not by any means am I exercising too much, but doesn’t this fall in line with a minimal caloric consumption? I’m asking because Gwen Stefani said she exercised 3 hours daily to keep her size 4 figure and that seems a bit excessive. Aside from being prone to injury, what other negative side effects are there. And if I upped the ante on my aerobic exercise would I lose the weight any quicker and is it any healthier than restricting calories? Just curious.

On a side note, have you heard about Mike Penner? If you need to register it’s worth it. Also, anyone know why he choose the name Christine instead of Michelle?

From: Clueless friend
To: Enlightened One (Me)
Subject: Question

So I have a question. Why is it that when a person is drunk, and someone that isn’t drinking tells them they are drunk, it makes the drunk person mad? Have you experienced this or is it just me?

From: Enlightened One
To: Clueless Friend
Subject: Re: Question

Yes. I think it’s because you know you are drunk and you’re upset because the other person isn’t. You think that they think; they’re all high and mighty because they can abstain from drinking, either by choice or circumstances (pregnant).

I’ve experienced it first hand. Usually, someone is calling me out on being drunk (so what else is new?) it provides the same impact as Ricky Martin coming out of the closet.

So instead of feeling bad or getting upset or saying something you interpret to be intellectual, go with the shock and awe theory respond with “Yo momma!” Because it makes no sense and no one will question you because you’re drunk anyway.

Let’s say if I committed some horrible crime and sentenced to death; my last meal would be a Whopper, with extra pickles, no onions and no tomatoes, with a side of baked mac and cheese, a slice of my grandma’s sweet potato pie and mash potatoes and a bottle of wine. If my dad were on death row, he’d add banana pudding to my meal above. My mother would just have kimchi and rice and my sister would have a piece of lettuce.

With that said, let me enlighten you to the struggle I face EVERY day. The place where I workout during my lunch break Monday thru Friday, has a BK in its strip mall. Yes, I go through physical and mental torture on a daily basis. I’m usually unaffected by the smell of flame-broiled burgers before my workout, however, when I’m done it is a completely different story. I literally sit in my car after my workout and an argument ensues between my brain and taste buds. Brain says “Stay strong, you don’t need it. Drink your water!” or “Remember, a moment on the lips, lifetime on the hips” and Taste buds counter with “How is one Whopper going to hurt? You just don’t eat for the rest of the day.” or “Get a Whopper Jr and it won’t be as bad.”  Usually, health-conscious mindset prevails, but someday, I fear, my willpower will go AWOL.

How do you guys get past cravings? Or better yet what would your last meal be?

Well I guess I’m paying for the good time that was had this past weekend. I’m up on the scale, sheesh. I don’t understand how I can fluctuate five pounds over two days? I know I shouldn’t pay too much attention to the scale…., but damn! I’m not going to weigh myself for two weeks and my weight had better be down. With all this frustration, I’m even more determined to lose this weight. Stay tuned.

Do you ever think you’re too connected (i.e. myspace)?

I’m too connected because people I don’t really give a damn about are trying to reconnect. For example, the slut who slept with my boyfriend in 9^th grade, sent me a message. I know ninth grade was eons ago and I wasn’t giving ‘it’ up, but still, some stuff you never forget and never get over. I wanted to respond, Hey Slut, don’t you have a pole to tend to? But I don’t say shit like this because I’m a civilized, educated person (or I’d like to think) and we probably won’t exchange more than two words again. However, I did add her as a friend so whatever. Kids, can you say SUCKA?

Back from H-town

Friday:

I woke up at 6am on my day off!! Normally, I would sleep-in until at least noon, but I procrastinated all week and needed to do some laundry and pack. After I put my load in the washer, I ran over to the gym and did 45 minutes on the elliptical came home put my clothes in the dryer and head out to Sachse to pick up some stuff at my parents house to deliver to my sister in Houston. Got home showered, flat ironed hair, packed, loaded up the car, got in the car, drove to the gas station, pumped gas, paid for gas, got some road snacks (water and sunflower seeds) and was on the road by 10:30, whew!

Once I made it to Houston, I took a nap. When my sister came home from work we went to a small business networking event. She thought it was going to be some sort of cocktail hour, but it wasn’t. It was a speed-networking event, kinda like speed-dating, weird, huh? Needless to say, I didn’t participate; instead I sat at the bar and sipped on a Margarita.

Afterwards, we went to the Libra Lounge. Since the Libra Lounge doesn’t have a sign indicting-that in fact it is the Libra Lounge anywhere, my sister proceeded to give directions like this “Make a right on
Alameda and it’s next to the nail shop.”  Every person standing outside the Libra lounge gave directions this way. Once we went inside, I got a beer and my sister got harassed by some old-ass man who claimed he was only there look for some ass, straight-up! First he claimed he was 45 but was really 65. Naturally, she rejected his advances. He called her a skinny bitch, and went on his merry way. BTW- My sister is used to being called a skinny bitch, by my mother, me, and anyone who knows her well, because she is skinny (size two) and a bitch (she’s an attorney).  We left around midnight and head over to Mai’s. Yummy! No trip to Houston is complete without a trip to Mai’s.

On Saturday, we went to get pedi’s and mani’s. Then we went to the International Festival, where George Clinton and the P-Funk entertained us. I was too tired to go out, so we stayed in and ordered pizza and had some wine.

I made it back around 3 this afternoon and am contemplating between watching the MAVs, watching Charm School, or cleaning. I’m definitely not cleaning my condo, but threw it in for good measure.

*** I know I didn’t remain under 1500 calories this weekend, but I did everything in moderation. The proof? Not once was I piss-ass drunk, thank you very much. Baby steps

Ciao!

In the words of Ice Cube “Today was a good day!” I stayed under my 1400 calories again. Yeah!  I only did my strength training workout today. I was too lazy to do my cardio workout, but I wasn’t sweating it (no pun intended). I decided to cancel my Calorie King membership. I was becoming too obsessed with it. I was on it every 30 mins. After some thinking, I decided I didn’t want to become a person who counts every single calorie consumed. If I go over/under my daily limit, I don’t want a reminder telling me that. I want to do things in moderation. I know approximately how many calories I’m consuming so isn’t that good enough? In a moment of spontaneity I want signed up for this, but requested a refund after five minutes (buyer’s remorse). I don’t want a diet that doesn’t require exercise. I want to make a lifetime commitment to health, not specifically weight loss, so when a particular diet doesn’t advocate exercise it raises questions, to me anyway. And to those that are on this diet, Kudos to you. I’m just saying it’s not for me. That is it. To each his own and I hope I get my money back.

On a side note…. While talking to my coworkers this afternoon I dropped my pen. As I was squatting down to pick it up, my pants ripped, right down my butt crack. Luckily, my pants are double stitched so there weren’t actual holes. The rip was loud enough that my co-workers heard it. So what do you think I did? A) Screamed oh my god, my pants just ripped. I’m so embarrassed. B) Passed it off as gas, said excuse me and continued the conversation. Yours truly did ‘B’. For some reason, in my book ripped pants are far more shameful than letting out a fart.

Anyhoo, I’m off to
Houston tomorrow, so there will be few posts, if any this weekend. Until then, CIAO!

Oh, and I weighed myself today twice! I’m down to 193.2 but at my mother’s house I weigh 184 (isn’t it funny how things workout?)

I’ve gained a considerable amount of weight since 2004 (when I wore a size eight). I usually attributed it to, my excessive partying/drinking staying out all hours of the night on days that ended with a ‘y’. I still believe that was a factor, but it wasn’t the only reason why I gained all this weight. After a night of socializing, in the morning, I would eat a McDonald’s value meal, and then perhaps some Chipotle for lunch, and then Dickey’s for dinner. This would happen maybe five days out of the week. This is why I gained my weight, that on top of little to no exercise. I can’t believe it’s taken me this long to figure this out. Just call me Corky going forward. I just didn’t know any better, one of those meals contained at least 800 calories…multiplied by 3…. 2400 CALORIES every day, not counting the empty calories of my alcoholic beverages.Needless to say, I’ve cut down my ’socializing’ considerably and I’m not even tempted to look at a McDonald’s restaurant. Yahoo for me.