Weigh-in this month had me at the same weight I’ve been for the last three months. Heavier than I prefer, but my clothes still fit well, if not somewhat loose.
This could be due to a number of reasons. The first is that I stopped being as fastidious with my diet on weekends. The girl wants to go for Italian, fuggit, we go for Italian. This last Sunday, I indulged in a few donuts. To be fair, at my lightest, I was scarfing up donuts every Sunday when helping serve.
Still, I think I need to get back to paying more attention.
The second is this:
Now that I have room in the garage, I’m back into the irons. One thing about getting old, you lose it really fast when you don’t use it. Before I moved, I was progressing OK, but I think I hit a plateau caused by a weak rotator cuff and bad form.
So I’m going real light and concentrating on form, which buys me a ticket on the pain train twice a week. As I type this I’m falling fast. Soon, I’ll be catatonic in my easy chair. I will say that even though I lost a bit, I appear to be bouncing back reasonably fast. Still, I’m taking it as easy as I can.
I had a funny conversation with the Cardiologist’s PA about my exercise regimen. An older woman about my age, she seemed stunned at my routine. She said, “well, if you get to the point where you feel you need to stop and rest during exercise you may want to slow things down.”
I get the opposite, to be honest. When biking, I get the sense I should start looking for a longer route. When running, when I’m rounding mile four, I get to thinking that I’m feeling good enough, I should do another half lap, maybe a full one.
That’s been happening lately. You see, I do my best thinking while biking, walking, or running. When I run, I get lost in my thoughts and lose track of the number of laps I’ve done. Was I on #2 or #3? Screw it, I’ll say #2. I only realize later on at night when I’m winding down. If I feel it bad, I lost count and did one too many. Usually I realize it when I try to get up from my chair whilst watching youtubes and my knees and hips revolt.
I’ll pop a Tylenol and it’s gone by morning. Friday I don’t exercise and indulge in a burger. Usually puts me in a great mood.
This month, I’ll concentrate on diet. Why not? Tomorrow lent starts. Not only will I peel back some of the foods I shouldn’t be eating (chocolate) and throw in some fasting for good measure. A 16 hour fast a few times a week should be easy for me.
It’s getting warmer out. I was thinking that soon it’ll be time for shorts. There’s always that day when I’m out walking the dogs that halfway along I realize that jeans and hiking boots were a horrible mistake. That day was last Saturday, believe it or not. And I happened to luck out. I packed my New Balance running shoes instead of the boots when I went to visit the Girl. So I only got roasted a little bit.
Soon, I’ll be sweating my ass off four days a week.
Inspected By Pat 